Conan’s Corpse Picker

Vodka looked down at the phone screen.

The next moment, a hellish scene of fire hit my eyes - this was a photo taken in the terminal. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside was filled with vehicle debris and even the wreckage of a plane, and the flames were blazing.

Vodka: “???”

Plane wreckage = air crash = no survivors, so...

Uzo is dead? ! !

This thought flashed through his mind, and Vodka stayed where he was, holding his phone.

Originally, after seeing the news that "'lucky passers-by' had been smashed one after another in the past few days" and last night that "someone fainted on the street outside a theater in London", he thought that there was no hope for that guy in Ireland.

Who knew that now, the turning point would come so suddenly.

Just like a desperate coach who suddenly saw his team that was lagging behind score ten goals in a row and take a thrilling comeback, Vodka had a dream-like experience.

It took him a long time to recover from this dreamlike scene, and he punched the air several times excitedly - if it weren't for the dead of night here, and shouting could easily attract other people's attention, he would have wanted to look up to the sky and cheer, and share it with the world. own joy.

At this time, Gin's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What's the matter? So happy."

"!" Vodka was startled and returned to his original position, "Brother, have you finished your business?"

Gin glanced at Vodka's phone screen. He originally thought it was some idol announcing that he would change his career to work in the industry, but when he took a closer look, the photo on his phone actually showed a scene that looked like a disaster movie.

Gin stared for a moment and immediately realized that the reason why Vodka was happy might be different from what he imagined.

He took Vodka's phone and looked down at it.

Vodka remembered how excited he was just now, broke into a cold sweat, and quickly corrected his attitude: "God is jealous of talents, good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable - why did this happen? Uzo is still so young, but God is so cruel to him . Losing a still-growing general will cause our assassination efficiency to drop again in the future."

Gin Jiu scratched the news with his finger and sneered sinisterly: "You'd better take a class to improve your acting skills, otherwise don't perform such a poor performance in front of me." It's really eye-catching.

"..." Vodka calmed down his expression and lowered his head to listen to the instruction.

Gin looked at it for a while and threw the phone back to him: "Go and check the latest news. I remember there are our people near the airport. Let them go and stand by."

Vodka was startled.

Such a big thing happening in a public place will definitely become breaking news soon. But now, the cadres involved have been blown to pieces, and Wu Zuo never leaves evidence when doing things, so there is no need to deal with the aftermath... In short, according to normal operating logic, organization members should hide as far away as possible to avoid being involved and exposed. Yes, why do you have to let people pass instead?

Vodka wondered what he meant: "Let them go there...to avenge Uzo?"

"Revenge?" Gin glanced at him, "Oh, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, he is still alive."

"!?"

Vodka felt like he was hit on the head by a heavy hammer: The plane exploded like that, how is this possible!

He stayed for a moment and looked down at his phone.

The news was still lying quietly on the screen at this time - just now Vodka saw the plane wreckage in the photo because the thought of "hoping Uzo wouldn't come back" was too strong, plus he knew that "Uzo was on the plane." This news.

When the two were combined, Vodka's mind subconsciously generated the best result for him when he saw the extremely impactful photo, especially the plane wreckage in the photo.

But now...

After carefully capturing the keywords in the news, Vodka discovered that the burning plane was an empty plane that had been parked at the airport for refueling, not the one Uzo was riding.

As for Uzo's plane, although it was thrilling, it is still flying in the sky well.

Vodka: "..." This won't kill you? This guy's life is too tough! !

He was eager to know the current status of the plane, so he refreshed the information frantically, almost sparking when he pressed the refresh button.

Gin's gloomy voice came from the side: "Curse Uzo seems to be more important than your job. His position in your heart is so high. If he survives this time, it seems I should convey it to you. Your attention to him.”

Vodka: "..." Big brother, no! Brother, I was wrong! !

Thinking about that possibility, the vodka soul almost flew away.

Only then did he come to his senses. Thinking that he had left his eldest brother aside just to make news, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Vodka: "..." Fortunately, the eldest brother is also familiar with Uzo's little tricks of sowing discord, so he won't be fooled by them... Speaking of which, are you trying to trick him remotely? Damn Uzo!

Although Vodka was worried about the situation on the plane, he did not dare to indulge in the news anymore.

He immediately wanted to get in the car and be Gin's driver, but he found that Gin had sat in the driver's seat - this way, he wanted Vodka to go to the passenger seat and free up his hands to check the news.

"Even for the organization, bombing the airport is not a small matter. What the hell is that guy Uzo doing? Is Ireland so fun?"

Vodka bent down and got into the car, while muttering in his heart: "Although my eldest brother and I also tried to blow up the Shinkansen, we did it for the mission. This guy Uzo did this just for his own fun. ...I hope the boss will never let him go this time. Punish him! Give me a severe punishment! For example, I will demote Uzo to a place like the Antarctic or the North Pole. In short, he will not be able to return to Tokyo for the rest of his life."

Vodka prayed while unfolding his laptop and typing away.

Thanks to Brother Gin for his thoughtfulness, it is really necessary to let him sit in the passenger seat so that he can have his hands free to check information. Otherwise, he is really worried that he will be absent-minded and drive the car into a ditch.

Vodka opened several pages and refreshed the news like crazy. At the same time, he used the small software he had made before to capture relevant news from all over the Internet: the complaints from the private blogs of airport passengers were captured, and the airport surveillance was also invaded. It would be best to listen to them again. Listen to the recording from the aircraft cockpit...Okay, this last one will take some time, so let's put it on the schedule and deal with it later.

A large amount of information flashed across the screen. Vodka's brain, which was not very bright when it came to taking action, was very flexible on the Internet and quickly pieced together complete information.

Next to him, Gin listened to the crackling sound of the keyboard and thought about how to report this sudden accident to the boss.

At this time, he remembered the email he had received before - the one sent by a group from Ireland. The content seemed to be "I will be invited by Uzo to come on this flight for an appointment. Unrelated people should stay away."