Conan’s Corpse Picker

On the other side.

Before leaving, Vodka couldn't help but look back and glared at the tour guide.

"This guy is in the service industry after all, how could he be so clumsy and leak materials twice in a row?"

He looked away suspiciously: "Either he is the murderer and has other intentions, or he has seen through the rule that one person will be safe for a period of time after death, so he wants to randomly sacrifice two unlucky guys to keep himself safe."

"Anyway, I will remember this grudge! If I can't deal with Wu Zuo, will I still..."

Thinking about it, Vodka suddenly braked: "Wait, maybe Wu Zuo's purpose is to use my grudge to guide me to take some self-destructive actions."

"...The grudge still needs to be remembered, but revenge, let's forget it first. I am different from Wu Zuo. I am a thoughtful adult. I should do things in a safe way... Humph, I won't bother with those puppets."

When Vodka silently carried out the standardized production process of generating and shedding murderous aura.

Next to him, Vermouth was working with efficiency no less than his, emitting a sweet apple-flavored murderous aura.

Vermouth glanced at Vodka, and thinking of his colleague's actions just now, he was secretly alert: "..." Inexplicably, why did this guy suddenly want to go with Xiaolan to get flour?

They didn't communicate much at ordinary times... Could it be that Vodka had discovered the flaw in Cool Guy's identity and was now testing it?

If that was the case...

...

The two people with their own thoughts walked through the corridor and headed all the way to the small warehouse.

When they arrived, Vodka pressed the light switch.

There was a clear sound, and nothing happened. The warehouse was still dark.

"Huh?" Vodka was startled, and pressed the light switch several times, but the light still didn't light up.

"Is it broken?" He raised the flashlight vigilantly to shine on the switch, and then on the ceiling.

Seeing the scene above his head clearly, his eyes jumped fiercely, and he almost uttered a bad word - there was only an empty base on the top, and the light bulb was taken off by someone unknown.

"I saw a light here last night. Someone must have dismantled the lamp!" Vodka couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "It's probably that tour guide! This guy is really ruthless. Does he really think that he will be safe if others die?"

Vermouth glanced at him and thought: "Let's find flour first."

Vodka nodded, but didn't go in.

He first used a flashlight to carefully illuminate the room and make sure there were no dangerous items on the ground and walls. He then carefully entered the room and walked slowly to the cupboard. With the caution of checking a bomb, he slowly opened the cupboard door.

The good news is that the cupboard is empty. There are no fuses, fishing lines or anything like that.

And the bad news...

The cupboard is empty.

There is no flour.

Vodka, who just wanted to go back quickly and bring the flour back: "..."

"The flour has also been moved!" Vodka's fists hardened. He was angry for a moment and turned to discuss with Belmode, "Why don't we not take it and go back first?"

Whether it was whispering to expose the tour guide's conspiracy or creating a tense atmosphere according to the environment, Vodka had his own considerations.

-Although he didn't know what Belmode was thinking, it would be best to let this woman who was blinded by Uzo realize that they were in the same situation now. The important thing was to quickly get out of the dangerous environment instead of being hostile to each other.

Unfortunately, this colleague didn't seem to receive his signal to run away together.

"If it's not in this cabinet, then look for it in another cabinet. The warehouse is so small, it will only take a few minutes to find it."

"Doctor Shinchu" glanced at him, as if he was disgusted with his cowardice: "It will take a day or two for the rescue to arrive. We can't stop everyone from eating because of the small matter of 'the flour has moved to another place'."

"Even if we go back now, we will have to come back sooner or later." As she said this, she pushed Vodka into the warehouse and followed in, turning on the flashlight and walking to the cabinet on the other side, "Okay, let's find it quickly."

Vodka: "..."

For a moment, he wanted to leave Belmode and go back alone. But then he thought, wouldn't he be alone on the road again?

After a moment of silence, in order not to fall into the terrible curse of being alone and dying, Vodka had to reluctantly move to another cabinet, and then cursed the bastard who made it more difficult to "find flour" in his heart, and prayed that the flour would appear quickly.

...

When the two of them were rummaging through the boxes.

In the living room leading to the small warehouse.

Kobayashi Seiji sat in a corner, drawing on the sketch paper under the dim light of the street lamp.

A picture of a corpse with a lake and a sunken ship as the background was completely formed.

The painter with a unique aesthetic taste smiled at the drawing paper with satisfaction. He admired it for a moment, turned the page of the drawing paper, and began to draw another horror death picture with a warehouse as the background.

"It's a different person to pick up things this time." Kobayashi Seiji thought of the two people who just passed by the living room, recalled the clothes and appearance of "Mr. Yamada" and "Doctor Shinide", and began to write.

While drawing, he muttered: "That Yamada already has a death portrait. But although this guy has an ordinary face, his body is not bad, very powerful - the collapse and extinction of this power can better highlight the horror of the coming of death... In this case, considering his physique, give him one more."

The sound of the mountain wind blowing outside the window and his own muttering covered the footsteps approaching from outside the window.

A dark figure holding an axe, stepped on the grass on the ground, slowly came to the living room window, and stopped behind Kobayashi Seiji through the window.

The dark figure looked down at the album in the painter's hand, sneered disdainfully, then slowly opened the window and raised the axe in his hand.

Just as he was about to chop it hard, suddenly, the dark figure felt something was wrong.

He looked up suddenly and met a pair of dark sunglasses - facing the window sideways, an innocent black-clothed strong man passing by was holding a bag of flour and staring at this side.

Suddenly meeting the line of sight, "Mr. Yamada" threw the flour bag to the ground, without delaying for a second, turned around and fled to the door.

However, as he started, someone behind him was unstable and accidentally bumped into him. "Mr. Yamada" lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Kobayashi Seiji was startled by the sudden movement. He closed the album and looked over there with expectation and curiosity, as if he wanted to see if Mr. Yamada had broken his neck.

Seeing the painter stand up and walk to the door, the dark figure suddenly came to his senses.

He gritted his teeth, swung an axe hastily, and chopped the painter with a thud.

"Ah!" A scream of pain, blood splattered.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the dark figure did not dare to stay any longer. He straightened the bloody mask on his face, picked up the axe, turned around and rushed into the forest.