Conan’s Corpse Picker

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Conan was so anxious that he wanted to jump out of the plane: "I promise I won't catch you with this, okay?"

"real?"

Conan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Kuroba Kaito thought for a moment, then raised his hand to signal him to "listen carefully".

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to getting closer.

The next moment, his arm hurt - Kidd stabbed him with a needle, even more decisively than when Conan injected him with anesthesia last night: "Get some rest."

"!!" Conan grabbed him, "I'm not kidding, you may be under control, I'm saving you! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the medicine took effect and he fainted again.

Kuroba Kaito breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He picked up Conan and took him back to the two female high school students in a familiar way: "You kid ran away again - by the way, you don't usually read strange books to him, but just now he actually wanted to tell me a ghost story."

Mao Lilan was even more embarrassed: "Sorry, sorry, I will definitely keep an eye on him this time!"... When did Conan run away? She didn't pay attention at all just now.

Suzuki Sonoko came over in confusion and stared at Conan, who was dizzy and not at all peaceful: "Why did he fall asleep again?"

Kuroba Kaito opened his mouth and said, "Oh, he accidentally hit the armrest just now - as you know, the airflow is strong this time, the plane is always bumpy, and children can easily lose their balance."

Mao Lilan looked even more grateful: "Fortunately, you picked it up, otherwise if he rolled to a corner and got stuck, his life might be in danger. Thank you."

Kuroba Kaito nodded without guilt, accepted the thank you, and returned to his seat.

His ears were finally quiet, and he turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. He thought he could wait for the plane to land, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Conan's words flashed crazily in his mind.

"Although the mini-detective looks childish, in his heart, he is still the famous high school detective." Kuroba Kaito thought with his chin in his hands, "So why did Kudo Shinichi say such a thing? It's like he suspected that I had done something like this. All my actions are not of my own will, but are controlled by something... It’s really inexplicable, how could I be influenced by others.”

"Yes, this is what I will do." Kuroba Kaito tried not to be affected by Conan's nagging look and comforted himself, "I have not been affected by anyone. I should have suggested that Mao Lilan find Conan a man just now. Psychiatrist, that guy’s mental state is a bit strange..."

He thought boredly while looking at the thunderstorm outside the window. This kind of weather is prone to unexpected situations, but I didn't expect that all the drivers were lying down.

Thinking about it, Kuroba Kaito couldn't help but sigh: "Well, Conan is right about one thing. I should wait until the plane lands before contacting the detectives, instead of being stupid enough to take the same flight with them. Long-haul flights – that’s too dangerous.

"I hope Makiri's old lover can last longer with the Zhongsen Police Department and not be caught. Otherwise, I, the 'Xinzhuang Gong' who is on the passenger list, will be in trouble."

…

Hokkaido, Hakodate.

The genuine Xinzhuang Gong, currently wearing Kidd's clothes, was speeding down the street.

He awkwardly fixed the monocle on his eye socket, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the vehicle sped wildly on the spacious street.

While running, Xinzhuang Gong suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose in confusion and suddenly realized:

"Ms. Makishuri must be missing me - all the hard work now is worth it. When the flight arrives and I appear in front of everyone in Kidd's handsome style, she will definitely forget about that little shabby detective. Fall in love with me again!”

"but……"

Xinzhuang Gong glanced at the rearview mirror - there were dozens of police cars following closely on the road behind him. The influence of Kaitou Kidd is definitely not small. Even in Hokkaido, the Nakamori Police Department also loaned out a large number of police cars. The siren blared, the dazzling light surged like a sea wave, and the entire road was almost dyed red.

Xinzhuang Gong swallowed hard and stepped on the accelerator harder: "Stop chasing me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The Nakamori Police Department seemed to sense the driver's panic from the slight sway of the vehicle in front.

He became happy when Kidd panicked. The middle-aged police officer was determined to catch someone here. He raised his bullhorn and shouted: "Give up resistance, pull over, get out of the car and surrender! You can't run away!"

Xinzhuang Gong snorted coldly: For the sake of Miss Mu Shuli's favor, he must be so handsome that others come on the flight.

only……

Why is there still no news about the flight?

…

The flight he was talking about was still flying smoothly.

Jiang Xia sat in the cockpit, looking at the full-screen instrument panel, then at the automatic driving system that had completely replaced his function, and yawned.

Maya Hashimoto immediately asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Can I get you some coffee?"

After saying that, he suddenly remembered what the captain had just experienced and whether there was any residual poison in the cab. He quickly changed his mind: "Ahem, let's forget it - can I tell you some ghost stories to cheer you up?"

Jiang Xia: "..." Before he could turn around, he had already begun to care about his boss. This little brother was very smart.

"Okay, what do you want to tell me?" Jiang Xia is still very interested in ghost stories. "It's best if it's adapted from a true story, or has a specific location - you know, I'm a detective and I pay more attention to reality. I'm too fake. I won’t believe it. If it’s true, I can go over and take a look and help nearby residents solve their problems.”

Maya Hashimoto: "..." With so many requests, how can ghost stories come from real people? I think I'd better give you some coffee.

Having said that, Maya Hashimoto still didn't dare to let Jiang Xia touch the food on the plane.

He silently swallowed back the outrageous ghost story he was about to tell and thought about how to make one up.

But before he could think about it, the radio suddenly rang, transmitting instructions from the airport tower: "Mr. Jiang Xia, can you hear me?"

Jiang Xia regained her energy and sat upright again.

Seeing that he was no longer sleepy, Maya Hashimoto finally breathed a sigh of relief: "..." Great, no need to tell ghost stories - he was really afraid that when meeting Jiang Xia's request of "adapting from real people and true events", I would mix up places and accidentally spit out some corpse hiding places or organizational bases.

Jiang Xia's attention had indeed returned to the plane, and he responded calmly: "You can hear it."

"Okay." The tower commanded: "Now please change the frequency to 118.35."

Jiang Xia found the radio and reached out to adjust it.

Maya Hashimoto stood nearby and saw it, and was very pleased: You learn quickly! As expected of a high school detective, his IQ is pretty good. Keep it up and the plane should land smoothly.