Conan’s Corpse Picker

Of course, high school students and peripheral members of the organization were not the only ones busy on this ordinary night.

Takamori Masumi knew nothing about the respective developments of both parties.

After finally getting rid of her enthusiastic elementary school classmates, she dragged her huge suitcase through the silent night and hurried home, her mind occupied with her own affairs.

Soon, Masumi Takamori returned to the apartment she rented.

She took the elevator upstairs, reached the door of the room, looked around furtively, then opened the door and quickly stepped in.

The room is not big, and you can directly see the living room from the entrance.

The living room was quite messy, with fragments of the vase and the flowers inside scattered all over the floor. In the place where the debris was the densest, there lay a slovenly young man. There was blood on the back of his head, and he looked like he had died a long time ago.

Takamori Masumi dragged the empty suitcase into the house, but did not pack it immediately. She slumped down on the ground, took a slender women's cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

In the thick smoke, Masumi Takamori leaned against the wall, talking to himself tiredly, comforting himself mentally: "I unexpectedly met my elementary school classmates at this time. They are friends with that powerful detective... I heard that A detective can quickly find the murderer at a glance, but my house is the scene of the crime, and the shopping mall is so far away, even Jiang Xia must not be able to see anything."

Takamori Masumi also didn't expect that he would actually embark on the path of murder.

Her career was booming, and she originally planned to move to a better and safer house in two days. Unexpectedly, before she could find a good house, her ex-boyfriend came to her door with malicious intentions.

Takamori Masumi did have a period of degenerate bad girl time. If what she did during that period was widely publicized, perhaps her modeling career would come to an end.

The ex-boyfriend knew this very well and asked for 5 million. When Takamori Masumi thought about having to live in the pain of working for this kind of guy for the rest of his life, he couldn't help but pick up the vase next to him.

When he came back to his senses, the heavy vase had already hit his ex-boyfriend on the back of the head.

And she didn't want to turn herself in for such a scumbag, so she had to go to the supermarket in a hurry to buy a suitcase and come back, planning to get rid of him in the dead of night.

"Okay, don't make those pessimistic assumptions, get up and work." Masumi Takamori patted her face hard to encourage herself.

She was about to get up, but when her eyes fell on the corpse that needed to be disposed of urgently, an unexpected thing made Takamori Masumi tremble all over and let out a scream from her throat - why did this corpse have its eyes open? !

She remembered clearly that before she went out to buy a suitcase, she looked at the staring corpse and felt scared, so she closed her eyes for him.

But now...

"Are you really going to die with your eyes closed..." Masumi Takamori trembled and stepped forward, "I don't want to kill you, but who told you not to leave a way for others to survive?"

She closed her eyes and reached out to press, closing the corpse's eyes again.

Looking at the body that became peaceful again, Takamori Masumi breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back to the ground.

At this moment, her hand suddenly hit something, and the thing hit the floor with a crisp clanking sound.

"Huh?" Masumi Takamori looked down in confusion and saw a small foreign silver coin. "What is this? Did it fall out of that guy?"

She shook her head, wiped the coins clean and stuffed them back into the corpse's pocket, then took a deep breath and began to destroy the corpse: there was an undeveloped wild lake area just a few kilometers away, put more rocks in it, and sink the corpse into the lake. Enough.

…

The day the fashion show starts.

Early in the morning, Masumi Takamori took a car to the station closest to the venue.

She glanced at the newspaper sold in the shop, walked over and bought one as if nothing had happened. After reading it, she checked her phone and confirmed that there had been no news about "corpse sinking at the bottom of the lake" recently, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"They probably won't be discovered." Takamori Masumi comforted himself in his heart, "There are so many missing people every year, and this one must be at least one. Calm down, it's not a big problem."

Thinking this way, she threw away the newspaper with ease and planned to go to the venue.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, there was an extra person on the street.

Jiang Xia held the ticket in one hand and the bag in the other. He glanced at her and gave her a polite smile.

Behind Jiang Xia, the two female classmates were not so polite.

"We're here!" Suzuki Sonoko jumped over and hugged Masumi Takamori, who was in a daze, "Surprise or not!"

Takamori Masumi: "..."

... Today is a working day, you guys don’t have to go to school? !

Her expression almost cracked, and she tried to smile, but her face refused to obey her orders.

Fortunately, at this moment, there was a screeching sound of brakes nearby.

The assistant from Boduo Fashion Design Company drove over and waved to Masumi Takamori: "Masumi, I'm here to pick you up. Huh? Who are these people? Are they your friends?"

Masumi Takamori smiled uglier than crying and nodded.

Suzuki Sonoko patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Cry if you want. With such loyal friends like us, it's normal to be moved, hahahahaha."

Conan: "..."

Although I don't know exactly what happened to this old classmate, judging from her reaction, after today, this string of hearty laughter will probably become Masumi Takamori's nightmare.

…

Fortunately, the assistant drove a business car with enough seats and took them to the venue in one trip.

"Hello, I'm Sayoko Kiriyama." The assistant looked at them in the rearview mirror with some emotion, "I didn't expect Masumi to have friends... ah, no, I mean, I didn't expect that she would have such a famous detective. friend."

Takamori Masumi's eyes gradually lost their brightness: "..." Can you forget about the detective and let's talk about the fact that I have no friends.

Although one person gradually lost his desire to chat and live, Suzuki Sonoko was there and the assistant was also a talkative person, so the atmosphere in the car was lively all the way.

…

The vehicle drove for a while towards the beautiful countryside, and finally stopped in front of a villa built deep in the mountains.

The assistant introduced: "Here we are. This is the 'France Pavilion' that our boss rented with a large sum of money. It is said that it was built by wealthy people in the last century. At that time, only dignitaries were qualified to enter. However, it has now been converted into a hotel. As long as you save money and choose a day when the venue is not reserved, anyone can come in."

Several people entered the hotel with their luggage, and under the enthusiastic introduction of the assistant, they registered at the counter.

And before they stepped into the hotel lobby.

In the wing, behind a curtain in a room.

Inozuka Jiro pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a cold light flashed through the lenses: "It's these high school students again? Haha, what a coincidence."