Conan’s Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia always felt that the amusement park was very lively today, and people didn't want to leave when they walked around.

I was planning where to go next, but as soon as I arrived at the temple gate, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards me.

Jiang Xia looked up and found that this person seemed to be coming towards him.

He stopped, and the burly man stopped in front of him, and then showed him a hearty smile: "My surname is Xiaotian, and I am the owner of this amusement park. Thank you for your help in solving the two cases today. Otherwise, if I'm going to be in trouble if it's treated like an amusement park accident or if the killer is never found."

He looked very humble and polite, but his words clearly contained an irresistible majesty: "Let's have dinner together tonight. I've reserved a table at a nearby hotel. You're welcome, that hotel is mine too."

Maya Hashimoto: "..." I have met so many wealthy people recently.

A few meters away, Curacao pushed up his glasses silently: "..." Every time I see this scene, I feel very fantasy. There are actually people rushing to eat with Uzo... But thanks to these people who come one after another, This saved other people who didn't want to have anything to do with Uzo a lot of trouble.

She worked hard to change her mentality, turning all negative emotions into gratitude and maintaining a peaceful mentality.

Next to him, Jiang Xia was stunned for a moment, then showed an excited but hesitant expression. He glanced at Mrs. Xun from the corner of his eye and said, "I'm still working on a commission today. For dinner..."

President Oda understood immediately.

He also turned to Mrs. Xun: "If you don't mind, why not come together?"

Mrs. Xun was very considerate and seemed to have no doubts about Jiang Xia's decision: "Okay, I'll trouble you."

The group quickly reached a consensus.

It just so happened that it was getting late now, so they simply did not continue the tour, but followed President Oda to the hotel he mentioned, planning to have dinner together.

At the top of the tower, Chianti and Cohen watched closely downstairs.

When they discovered that a group of people had indeed gone far away, they breathed a sigh of relief and simply informed Gin of the situation.

After sending the message, Chianti was startled in hindsight: "The one who left with Uzzo just now must be President Oda."

Cohen nodded.

Chianti was furious: "Didn't that bastard have a deal with us? What's going to happen now that he's gone?!"

Cohen: "Maybe I don't want to trade."

Chianti: “…”

...Why did she squat on this broken tower for a long time?

…

On the other side, Gin's mailbox was one after another, and two emails came in almost at the same time.

One was from the snipers, and the other was from President Oda.

The president wanted to suspend trading on the pretext that the amusement park was not peaceful today, and said he would take the opportunity of having dinner together to get some police information from an acquaintance of the detective.

Gin Jiu sneered coldly: He let his pigeons go, and invited a famous detective to treat him. This kind of attitude was enough to raise the price.

"This kind of person still doesn't understand the organization's methods well enough." Gin's eyes showed sarcasm, "It's a pity that he will never have the chance to understand."

Vodka didn't see the email. When he heard Gin's words, he vaguely understood something: "Are you going to take action against the president?"

"No need for the moment." A strange smile appeared on Gin's lips, "He made an appointment to have dinner with someone."

Vodka was startled and said angrily: "How dare you let Brother Big Brother's pigeons run away to eat! Is there anyone more important than the organization's deal?"

Gin: "He's dating Uzo."

Vodka: "..."

...I really want to pry open the president's head to see what he is thinking.

Let's find some logistics and prepare to collect the bodies.

No, Uzo didn't have any use for logistics, that guy just called the police directly.

Vodka: "..." So what on earth am I here to do today? To entertain Uzo?

He wore a paradise baseball cap on his head and fell into deep thought for a moment.

Gin shattered the mail and gave the order to retreat.

He remembered the message from Cohen and nodded silently in his mind: Uzo did not lead anyone to surround the snipers of the two organizations. He is indeed very measured in this matter.

…

On the other side, President Oda knew nothing about the mental processes of the men in black.

He didn't know much about the other party's background, so his act of letting go was actually a bit of a test, and he even made excuses for himself.

However, after sending it, there was no reply from the other party.

President Oda was fingering his cell phone all the way. When he was about to arrive at the hotel, he checked his mailbox again and found that there was still no reply. From this look, the other party must have accepted this result unhappily.

"That's it?" President Oda sneered in his heart, "I thought they had some backing, but it seems I overestimated. I can give them this batch of things, but the price has to be mentioned again. After all, when it was shipped here I also lost a lot.”

As a workaholic who loves money as much as his life, while thinking about this, he did not forget anything else.

President Oda logged out of the mailbox and dialed a phone number: "For the two places where the murder occurred today, transform the mirror house into a haunted house, and then transform the river where the body of the Masked Superman actor was soaked into a tunnel. Ghost River Rafting, let Mask Paradise cooperate with the promotion.

"The audience of Masked Land are all children? What's wrong with children? Who said that children can't watch murders! Besides, they have parents. And not everyone will grow their brains as they grow older - the audience of Masked Superman There are also adults, and today I saw a few adults watching with great interest from a distance."

Maya Hashimoto: "...?"

He remembered that in the morning he not only watched the Masked drama, but also chatted with the kid next to him, and was stabbed in the back by the naughty kid in the end, and his face turned red.

Then he became confident again: Am I watching Masked Superman? I'm reading my boss's brilliant script! You know a ball!

President Oda knew nothing about the murderous aura floating next to him, and continued on the phone: "Find a few more construction teams. Didn't today's murder spread widely because of the large number of people? We must open it before the heat dissipates."

The person on the other side of the phone muttered something, as if he felt that time was too tight and there would be no time to finish it.

President Oda scolded him, emphasized his request again, and then hung up the phone with a sullen face.

Although he parted with his subordinates unhappily, when he turned to look at Jiang Xia, he was smiling again: "Thanks to you! If you want to come to this amusement park in the future, you can bring people over at any time. I’ll treat you like a permanent VIP!”

Curacao: "..." Then your amusement park can be changed into a horror-themed street.

During the chat, the car drove to a gorgeous hotel and stopped at the door of the hotel.