Conan’s Corpse Picker

Even though he had to be wary of the perverted murderer who didn't know where he was, it was still too depressing to have a group of people packed into a room.

After everyone sat there solemnly for a while, they finally started to move around.

Several high school students left the villa and took a walk around. Hattori Heiji looked at the Lake of Sorrow dozens of meters away and frowned: "Tell me, why did that guy burn down the suspension bridge?"

He originally asked Jiang Xia this question, but it was obvious that the girls were also very interested in solving the case. As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Shan and Ye looked at him like a fool and said, "Do you even need to ask? Of course they are here to trap us."

"..." Hattori Heiji's eyes twitched, "Idiot, of course I'm not asking this! I just think that this kind of behavior leaves no way for me to fall back - let's not talk about whether he can deal with such a large group of us by himself. Even if he really possesses the God of War and kills us all, what will happen next? Will he stay here forever as a savage? Or wait for the travel agency staff outside to call the police to surround him? "

Suzuki Sonoko felt that this guy from Osaka thought too much: "The murderer chopped the corpse's face into pieces, which shows that he is either a pervert or has a mental illness - how can such a person think so much about doing things? Of course he thinks Whatever you do, do it.”

Jiang Xia nodded: "That makes sense."

Hattori Heiji wanted to refute, but there was no evidence for a moment, so he finally had to snort: "..." Tokyo people are so annoying!

In any case, since the other party didn't show up, they couldn't find him in such a vast forest.

Everyone ate lunch vigilantly, waited vigilantly all afternoon, and ate dinner vigilantly. In the end, they could not resist the mental exhaustion, and yawned numbly and went back to their houses to sleep.

One of the bedrooms in the villa.

An unnamed organization cadre clutched his quilt and couldn't sleep.

Vodka: "..." I feel so sleepy and want to sleep.

But what if the house burns down after I fall asleep, what if someone comes in for a sneak attack, what if nothing happens but someone dies elsewhere and I am regarded as the murderer because I have no alibi?

"When I was working overtime with Brother Gin, I often stayed up late, but I still managed to get some sleep. But now..."

Vodka faced a pair of increasingly thick dark circles, desperate for life: "If I continue like this, I will die suddenly. Sudden death is a way of death that cannot be blamed on anyone... Damn it, why in the world is there such a thing as Uzo?" Something sinister and terrifying!”

"It's too frustrating to die like this. I have to find a way to get some sleep today!"

Thinking of this, Vodka sat up straight and placed something that could be easily knocked over and made a noise in front of the locked door and window to prevent anyone from breaking in.

After doing this, he remembered something again and carefully inspected the floor, walls and ceiling.

"Very good, the ground and walls are sealed, there are no secret doors or secret passages." Vodka raised his head, "As for the ceiling..."

He thought for a while, found a long stick, and poked the ceiling hard every twenty centimeters to make sure there were no paper holes on it.

When his arms and neck were sore, Vodka finally finished his inspection: "There is no problem with the ceiling, I can finally sleep!"

As he spoke, he looked at his watch.

Then he looked at the hour hand that was about to point to "four" and fell into deep thought.

"...Forget it, I can still sleep for three or four hours at least." Vodka hid the stick used to poke the ceiling again, crawled back onto the bed tiredly, and carefully fell into a deep sleep.

…

Sleep also appears to be conserved under certain conditions.

Some organization cadres finally fell asleep, while others opened their eyes one after another, staring at the ceiling with bated breath, their minds racing.

Belmod: "..." What was that "dong-dong-dong" sound just now?

It seemed to be coming from the floor beneath me.

"It sounded like a knocking sound, but it was far from crisp. Instead, it was dull, mixed with the sound of grinding hard... In short, there was a sneaky and careful sound."

Belmode tried to mentally reconstruct the situation downstairs through the noise he heard, but he had no clue: "With such a strange sound, there is only one possibility - that guy Uzo has come up with some new killing method. ?”

This thought flashed through, and Belmod's originally somewhat confused mind suddenly became sober, and his half-lidded eyes opened silently.

Soon, she remembered more things.

"If I remember correctly, isn't there Vodka's room downstairs?" Belmode thought, the corners of his lips rising coldly, "Uzo is finally going to attack him? Yes, let him carry the secrets he may know forever. Buried here."

However, within two seconds of being happy, Belmode's heart suddenly sank again. She was silent for a moment, then turned over and sat up, looking at the ground suspiciously.

Belmode: "..." Speaking of which, my room is right above the vodka. Isn't this a coincidence?

"Although the Vodka guy is useless, he is a serious organization cadre after all. Even if Uzo wants to kill him, he will not let him die too quietly..." All kinds of clues are mixed together, and Belmod's psychology He started to chuckle, "Uzota, don't you want me to be the tool to deliver vodka on the road tonight?"

...The more I think about it, the more likely it is!

At four o'clock in the morning, when most people were sleeping soundly, Belmod couldn't sleep at all.

"What happens next? The floor caves in and I fall with the bed and kill him?"

"No, this is too simple and crude, without any drama. It is more likely that a murderer is assassinating Vodka in the room downstairs, and my task is to wait until daybreak, as a witness, to provide information on what I heard at this time. testimony."

"This is in line with the routine of a murder case, but will my role be too light? This is not in line with Uzo's habits and bad taste..."

After thinking about it, Belmode felt that all speculations had loopholes and could not grasp Uzo's thinking at all.

"...Anyway, let's observe it first."

Belmod put on his clothes, adjusted his male disguise, carefully retreated to a more stable part of the room, and observed quietly.

Although she was still a little sleepy, at this life-threatening moment, Belmode did not dare to fall asleep - Uzo's stage was not a place where she could paddle, and she was very sure that if she dared to close her eyes without any worries, then When he wakes up, it may not be the vodka that has gone away, but her.