Conan’s Corpse Picker

Of course there is no one in the bookcase.

"Looks like he's really gone!" Haitang Yangtai cursed in his heart, "Why does this detective never come according to my plan! This is troublesome, there are so many of them, I can't just run and catch him back. "

But as soon as his eyes rolled, Haitang Yangtai had another trick.

"Real wise men will never be trapped by the environment. We will take the initiative to find newer and better ways out." Haitang Yangtai thought for a while and came up with an idea, "How about this, first kill the yellow-faced woman alone, and then Leave everything to Jiang Xia."

He paced back and forth, and the more he thought about it, the more promising he thought this plan was: "Jiang Xia came to my wife's room in the middle of the night, and then escaped through the window. Such behavior in a hurry will definitely leave traces - wait until the next day. When the police came, I would lead the topic in this direction, and then secretly bribe the reporters to rescue Wei and Zhao.

"At that time, Jiang Xia will be too busy to take care of himself. He must only be thinking about proving his innocence and has no time to worry about anything else. Haha, this kid has never had any negative news. It can be seen that he has strict requirements on himself. He must not have experienced the power of verbal criticism.

"The more he is a moral model who is cautious in his words and deeds, the harder it is to accept being slandered. Maybe he will commit suicide in a few days without me taking action to prove his innocence.

"When the time comes, I will authorize this incident related to my wife to be adapted into a novel, and I can make a lot of money through his fame - haha, what kind of detective is this? This is simply a money-giving boy who sacrifices himself for others!"

While Haitang Yangtai roughly estimated his future wealth, he started his own Plan C with great enthusiasm.

Half an hour later, relying on his understanding of his wife, he hurriedly made all the arrangements and then returned to his house.

"When I wake up, I will reap the fruits of victory." Haitang Yangtai secretly planned, "I have to sleep more soundly, so as not to arouse suspicion with dark circles under my eyes the next day."

With this thought in mind, he picked up the sleeping pills he had just brought and took two.

After eating, he lay on the bed, waiting for the sweet sleep to come to him. However, after a few seconds, Haitang Yangtai could not feel his body relaxing. Instead, his breathing quickly became rapid.

"what happened……"

At first, he thought it was an illusion due to nervousness, but soon, the discomfort in his body suddenly expanded to the point where he could not cover it up with "illusion".

"No..." He gasped and suddenly looked at the sleeping pill he had just taken, "The medicine is...poisonous!!"

Shouldn't it be the yellow-faced woman or Jiang Xia who was poisoned?

Why was he the one who took the poison? ! !

Haitang Yangtai looked confused, but he still knew what he should do. He struggled to reach for his mobile phone and wanted to call an ambulance. In a panic, he kicked open the curtain next to the bed.

His window faced the villa where the guests were staying. Haitang Yangtai covered his throat and accidentally looked out, and suddenly found a guest room diagonally above, with soft lights on.

Under the warm yellow light, a young detective stood by the window, looking down at him quietly.

Haitang Yangtai was startled by the sudden appearance of this person at first, and then felt happy in his heart. He waved frantically at Jiang Xia, sending a signal for help.

However, after two seconds, Haitang Yangtai gradually realized that something was wrong.

——Jiang Xia didn't take out her cell phone to call an ambulance for him, as he imagined, nor did she rush over desperately for first aid.

Facing an innocent citizen who was struggling, the detective just leaned against the window and watched boredly as if watching a play. Seeing Haitang Yangtai wave to him, he raised his hand and waved politely... and then nothing happened.

"..."

A vein popped out of Haitang Yangtai's forehead: " # ￥*\u0026%!" This idiot, couldn't he see that he was about to die? How dare you face death without saving...

No, he was struggling like this. Anyone with eyes should be able to see his condition. This detective... really doesn't intend to save him?

...Did Jiang Xia discover his intention?

Haitang Yangtai's scalp felt numb for a moment, and after a while, he mumbled a string of sounds from his throat, whether it was fear or anger.

He finally gave up on looking for someone to come over, and instead struggled to grab his cell phone and dialed for an ambulance with his fingers that were shaking more and more.

However, before the call was connected, his hand loosened, the phone clattered to the ground, rolled around a few times, and hung up.

Soon, the bedroom calmed down and there was no more sound.

Opposite, in the villa where the guests are.

Vodka, who was hiding behind the curtains and observing secretly: "..."

He looked at the unlucky guy opposite who was struggling to no avail, and then glanced at the light emanating from the next room with his peripheral vision, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

After waiting with bated breath for a minute, when the lights in the next room dimmed, Vodka finally exhaled, and then tiptoed back to his bedside in the dark.

"It's really terrible. This kind of slow struggling death is more painful than a shot to the head." Vodka muttered in his heart, "Uzo is really a pervert."

Vodka: "..." However, if you think optimistically, this is not a bad thing for Vodka - once Haitang Yangtai dies, there will be one less person to concentrate on causing trouble. You don't have to worry about this kid coming in the dark again tonight. The gas is off, so I can sleep more or less peacefully.

While thinking about it, Vodka huddled back on the bed, pretending that he had already fallen asleep and that all the troubles in the villa had nothing to do with him.

…

Having said that, normal people would not be able to sleep in this kind of environment.

As soon as the vodka brewed a little sleepiness, I suddenly heard a series of vague laughter.

Vodka: "..." What kind of lunatic stays up most of the night?

He hesitated for a second between "go to the window to check" and "pretend that it didn't happen", and finally chose to silently pull up the quilt and cover his ears.

…

The night passed quickly.

As the first ray of daylight entered the room, Vodka finally ended his tossing and turning over and sat up with a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes.

He picked up the sunglasses lying next to him and solemnly put them in front of his eyes and gestured. For the first time, he was very grateful for this piece of equipment that never left his body.

——If it weren’t for this treasure to block it, he had no doubt that what he would hear today would be “Why are the dark circles under your eyes so heavy?”, “What did you do last night?”, “Are you from the Haitang family?” Did you kill him?" and so on. In the worst case scenario, he might even need a day trip to the police station.

And if Uzo adds more insult to injury and returns the gun to him before the police suspect him...

Then he can mention the organization's pursuit and silence.

Vodka: "..." Suddenly I didn't want a gun at all.

...Could this be Uzo's purpose?

He couldn't use a gun himself, so he asked everyone to quit shooting with him?