Conan’s Corpse Picker

Thinking of this, Vodka carefully assessed the painter's physique and felt that he didn't look like a martial artist.

He looked at the place where the painter could hide a gun and found that he didn't carry that kind of dangerous weapon.

Vodka then spoke, pretending to be curious: "What are you drawing?"

The painter was immersed in his own world of painting and ignored him.

"Dr. Shinde" happened to be not far from the painter. Hearing this, he walked closer and took a curious look.

Seeing the picture on the sketch clearly, her eyebrows raised and her eyes almost smiled. Fortunately, as a professional actress, Vermouth quickly controlled her expression. She showed a shocked and unbelievable look: "Mr. Yamada just sprained his ankle, not dead, why did you draw him like this?"

Vodka: "?"

He just found a guy who didn't look like a good person to divert the trouble, but now, this guy is actually drawing him?

And from Vermouth's words, this is definitely not a good painting!

The curiosity that Vodka had just pretended to have was suddenly more real. He couldn't help but take big steps... pretending to limp closer, and looked down at the painter's painting.

On the pale paper, the lead-gray lines were roughly arranged, outlining an extremely bloody scene - in the picture, "Mr. Yamada" was lying sideways in a bush, his right leg bent backwards unnaturally, several fishing lines were tied around his neck, and a sharp arrow was deeply stuck in his back.

He seemed to have stepped into many traps at the same time, and there was fear and confusion on his angular face. His sunglasses fell off, revealing a pair of slightly bulging eyes. Stared at by those eyes that were not closed, Vodka had an inexplicable illusion that he was already dead.

"This, this..." Vodka never expected to see such a ghost thing. He was shocked. "What grudge does this sinister and scary painter have against me? I didn't provoke him before!"

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Vodka remembered the painter he "randomly" chose to ward off disasters, and remembered that he was targeted by the painter for some reason. He suddenly felt a chill of being controlled by fate.

"Just now... did I really choose the painter by my own will?" Vodka was in doubt, "Who wanted the painter to help me ward off disasters, me or Uzo? I always felt that I was very sober, but why..."

"What kind of painting is it? It can scare you like this." A black hand stretched out from the side, interrupting Vodka's thoughts.

Hattori Heiji grabbed the painter's painting and took a curious glance. When he saw the image on it clearly, he also fell silent.

"Uh..." Hattori Heiji chose his words and said dryly, "Very creative."

This death image is very realistic, which shows the painter's skills. But...

Hattori Heiji looked at Vodka in confusion: It's just a painting, why does this guy look so frightened? Are the members of this organization very superstitious and mind such unlucky things?

Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji touched his chin thoughtfully: "..." This is a point that can be used. If the wronged spirit of "Kudo Shinichi" comes to cry out for grievances in the future, maybe he can be scared to surrender.

Imagining that scene, he couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time gave the painting in his hand to Conan, wanting to share the joy with this unlucky high school party.

However, just after handing over the picture book, it was "accidentally" bumped by Dr. Shinde who was passing by. The picture book flew out of Hattori Heiji's hand and fell to the ground.

"Sorry, I tripped over the carpet just now and didn't see you stretching your arm." "Dr. Shinde" stepped on the carpet that had been lifted up at some point under his feet and bent down to pick up the scattered paintings.

Hattori Heiji said in his heart that he was unlucky and bent down to pick it up.

At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko discovered something. She leaned over and picked up a piece of scattered drawing paper: "What's drawn on it... seems to be a boat?"

In addition to various death sketches, there are also a few normal pictures in Kobayashi Seiji's album.

One of them depicts a lakeshore with dense trees on the shore and a small boat in the water.

Jiang Xia walked to Suzuki Sonoko's side and took the painting from her hand and looked at it: "The tree species are the same as those on the lakeside, and the vegetation density is similar, but the location is not on the side where we fish."

"So this is really a photo?" Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up, and he asked the painter, "Is there really a boat on the lakeside? Where is it, take me there to see it!"

Kobayashi Seiji snatched back his album and held it in silence.

"..."

The painter didn't seem to be easy to communicate with, but artists are more or less eccentric, and Hattori Heiji didn't bother with him.

He turned to look at another person: "Mr. Kujo, you are the tour guide here, you should have some understanding of the facilities here."

The tour guide avoided his eyes and was stared at by a group of Tokyo high school students for a few seconds before he nodded reluctantly.

He said dryly like reciting a book: "In order to facilitate tourists to experience the water scenery, there is indeed a small boat set up by the lake..."

"Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing earlier?" Hattori Heiji looked at Painter Kobayashi, then at the tour guide, and couldn't help raising his voice, "If we could row a boat away from here, or find someone to row a boat out to call the police, we would have been rescued long ago-did you two discuss it in advance? You knew there was a boat in the water, but you didn't say a word!"

The two people lowered their heads silently.

Jiang Xia looked at the picture album, raised his hand and patted Vodka who was distracted next to him: "Anyway, let's go to the lake first."

Vodka: "?!"

...

The group left the villa and, under the reluctant guidance of the tour guide, avoided possible traps and came to the lake.

Passing through the layers of trees, they saw the vast and clear Sad Love Lake and a narrow bay.

A four- or five-meter-long pier was built in the bay. At the end of the pier, a small boat with a motor was quietly parked there, shining with the dazzling light of a savior against the backdrop of the water.

"There really is a boat!" Mao Lilan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, she looked at the vast forest across the lake from afar and became worried again, "It doesn't look like there are residents on the other side. Even if we succeed in getting across..."

"...That's right."

Suzuki Sonoko was also excited to leave, but when she came to the lake, her enthusiasm was extinguished.

- Because the boat didn't look very big, and the bottom of the cabin was tattered, and it hadn't been repaired for a long time, it was hard not to think of the suspension bridge trampled by vodka.

"Is this boat really usable?" Suzuki Sonoko walked along the creaking old pier to the side of the boat. She stretched out her toes and stomped on the bottom of the cabin twice in disdain, carefully evaluating it. "It's not likely to sink after just a few meters."