Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 2352 2356 [Diverting trouble] Asking for monthly votes ()

No one cares about Hattori Heiji's entanglement. After all, what is more important now than whether there is a fish or not is obviously the many traps in front of him and the brutal "villa destroyer" lurking in the woods.

Of course, the victim Mr. Yamada who "twisted his foot" also needs attention.

With the onlookers and Jiang Xia's enthusiastic help, "Mr. Yamada" limped back to the villa with everyone.

"Mr. Yamada's ankle must be very painful." Mao Lilan followed Jiang Xia and whispered to the two female classmates, "Look, how much cold sweat he has shed."

Suzuki Sonoko and Toyama Kazuha nodded sympathetically.

Conan looked at Vodka's ankle, and then at his sweaty appearance: "..." He can even fake cold sweat. This guy's acting skills are too terrible. Is the "Vodka" that Huiyuan knows the same person as the Vodka in front of him? Could it be that he actually has a hidden twin?

"But it could also be that he really sprained his ankle." Conan touched his chin and stared at Vodka's trouser leg, "If that's the case, I might be able to use this to get some clues from him for tracking..."

He just thought about it and suddenly realized something, and his scattered eyes suddenly became clear: "No, I can't act rashly! I can't always look at Vodka with the same eyes as before. This guy's qualities in all aspects are really unfathomable. I have to treat him with the same caution as I treat Gin."

...

Vodka felt a chill on his back as he walked. He suspected that someone was plotting against him, but he had no evidence.

"...But does this need evidence? Uzo is standing next to me, and even that bloody and sinful hand is holding my poor arm!"

For a moment, Vodka wanted to throw away this arm and stay away from it and Uzo.

However, in reality, he could only smile and thank him after arriving at the villa, and then be helped to sit on the sofa by the enthusiastic Mr. Uzo.

"What's wrong?" Others gathered one after another. Mrs. Fu rubbed her red eyes and asked nervously, "What happened just now? I seemed to hear a bear roaring in the woods. In addition to the villa vandal, there shouldn't be any wild animals here."

Vodka: "?"

My cry for help was so clear and loud, and you dared to say it was a bear cry? What a broken ear, it's better to pull it off and donate it to Uzo!

"Hahaha." Suzuki Sonoko laughed without giving face, "Where did the bear come from? It was Mr. Yamada. He was unlucky just now. He accidentally stepped on the trap outside and sprained his foot."

Vodka, who was about to change the subject: "..." Just say there was no bear, why mention me, are you annoying! Don't I want to save face?

He really wanted to shout like this, but in the end he could only smile honestly: "Indeed, I have been unlucky recently."

But other people in the villa obviously didn't care about his luck.

Except for the old doctor who looked at Vodka's ankle with concern, everyone else's attention was focused on another thing. They asked in surprise: "'Trap outside'? What trap?"

Jiang Xia explained simply: "Just now, when Mr. Yamada was traveling alone outside, he was pushed by someone and almost stepped on some trigger traps - there may be more than one similar trap. Everyone must be careful when going to the woods and try not to act alone."

Hearing this, the people in the villa relaxed a little.

Mrs. Fu heaved a sigh of relief: "Who would run around in the woods at this time? Don't worry, I won't go out even if you chase me away."

As she said that, she looked at Vodka in confusion: "You are quite courageous. You actually dare to run around outside alone. Do you think that villa vandal won't touch you?"

Vodka was immediately alert, feeling that a basin of dirty water was being poured on him. He quickly retorted: "How could it be, I don't know the murderer. I acted alone only because my companions returned to the lake before me."

Mrs. Fu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes turned suspicious when she looked at him: "I didn't say 'the villa vandal won't touch you' because you know him. I just think you look very strong and he may not dare to do it. Why do you..."

Vodka: "..."

Conan endured and endured, but he couldn't help it in the end. He took a breath in surprise: "Could it be that Uncle Yamada really knew the villa vandal and thought he would let you go, so he left at that time?"

Belmaud, who didn't have time to stop him: "..."

Vodka: "..."

...This hateful little bastard. When Wu Zuo falls, I will sink you into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish!

Jiang Xia patted his shoulder, and pulled off a strand of fresh ice cream murderous aura, and said with satisfaction: "Conan usually likes detective stories and has read a lot of detective novels, so he is always a little suspicious compared to his peers - but he has no bad intentions, don't mind."

Vodka: "..." Yes, yes, you have no bad intentions, you have no heart at all, you are just full of bad water!

The organization cadres felt quite aggrieved.

- Although Wu Zuo pretended to be a good person to help him out, Vodka still felt that the eyes of others looking at him became slightly alert.

He could only curse in his heart while putting all these people on alert: he had thought of the script! - After one brutal murder after another, someone's mentality collapsed, and then suddenly rushed towards him with a knife, wanting to die with him, the suspected murderer.

Or until the end of the matter, the real murderer did not appear, so under the identification of everyone, he, Vodka, was sent to the police station because of the highest suspicion, and then met a black bullet from the organization on the way.

"Huh, since I expected it, I won't let this happen." Vodka moved his stiff face, "Isn't it just pretending to be a good person? I can do it!"

After a pause, he suddenly thought of another way.

"Once others preconceived that I am a bad person, the more they look at me, the more they feel something is wrong. This is the so-called suspecting the neighbor of stealing the axe."

Vodka was glad that he had read a lot, and he quickly came up with a countermeasure: "At this time, we must find the real murderer as soon as possible, or find a guy who is more suspicious than me, so that others can focus their attention on that unlucky guy..."

Thinking of this, Vodka's eyes flickered and fell on the corner of the room.

——On the inconspicuous sofa in the corner, the painter with a weird painting style was holding his drawing board, showing a chilly and scary smile, while brushing something on the paper.

Vodka: "..." Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless - look at your villain-like expression, it's written on your face that "I am a bad guy".

- I've decided it's you!