Conan’s Corpse Picker

Gin's analysis was very logical, and Vodka nodded while listening, but he was a little confused in his heart: "..."Will Uzo really give up killing people just because the other side has more people?

...Even if that's the case, the specific reason is definitely not because he is worried about being exposed, but because he thinks it's a waste to kill so many people at once, so he let them go and planned to keep them for fun.

However, since the eldest brother has already come to a conclusion, now is obviously not the time to express his own opinion.

"Yes, it must be like this." Vodka praised insincerely, "I didn't expect that guy to consider the overall situation."

When the two were chatting.

On the other side.

Jiang Xia looked at the phone that was hung up early, puzzled.

"Forget about not giving bullets, why didn't you ask more about Akai Shuichi?" Jiang Xia muttered to the ghosts, "I even thought about the reason why Akai Shuichi didn't die-the FBI has a large number of people, and I am weak. If I want to get rid of him, I must transfer a few more capable brothers to help me, and it would be best to send Vodka as bait..." But why didn't Gin ask further?

How could he ask for those potential killers?

"It must be an accidental touch. He will answer if I call him again."

Thinking this way, Jiang Xia confidently called back.

...

In a black Porsche on the street late at night.

Gin felt the vibration of his phone and looked down at the caller ID.

He found that the caller was Uzo, and he swiped his fingertips to mute the call.

Gin: "..." This kid actually wanted to take advantage of his obsession with killing Akai Shuichi and let him say something like "Why didn't you kill him?", and then use this as permission to shoot and kill people first and then report later in the future. What's more annoying is that he almost fell for it...

However, thinking that he finally saw through this trick, Gin smiled coldly and decided not to bother with that scheming junior.

Of course, he would not answer calls about this matter again. It's not that Wuzo is annoying when he's stubborn, nor is it that he's worried that he'll fall into the next language trap if he's not careful, but that this is the way adults should deal with things - steady adults won't be occupied by such things, they'll just choose to ignore it.

"By the way, let the channels below tighten up recently." Gin told Vodka, "Bullets can only be supplied to familiar customers, not to any strangers." Especially not to some curly-haired men wearing sunglasses and black suits, who look like serious gang members at first glance, but are actually helping Wuzo purchase goods everywhere under the identity of adults.

Although this can't prevent the kid from getting bullets through other means, it can at least make it more difficult. And as long as he delays for a few days, when he has time, he can find Wuzo and take away all the guns.

Vodka nodded repeatedly, carefully noted the bullets, and even started to dispatch on the spot: this kind of good thing that can both make things difficult for Wuzo, weaken that guy's force value, and increase his own survival rate, of course, must be done ruthlessly.

But...

Vodka thought of the channels in Tokyo, big and small, and was a little worried: "If other organizations supply him..."

Gin sneered: "Stupid people who dare to sell bullets are not worthy of surviving in the dark world. If they are really found, send them on their way - it just so happens that the organization has been short of manpower and funds recently. If someone doesn't want to run it well, it's better for us to take over."

...

On the other side.

Jiang Xia looked at the phone that had not been connected for a long time, puzzled for a moment, and redialed.

But it was still the same result.

"..."

After a moment of silence, he said nonchalantly under the gaze of the ghosts: "It should be a new task that suddenly came. He will call back after he finishes it."

"..."The ghosts nodded very politely.

Jiang Xia put away his phone: "It's getting late, go home first. Today's harvest is good, you can order a colorless murderous aura to try. Do you want to mix it with sweet and sour fish, or black pepper steak... or both?"

"!" The ghosts immediately put the smell of alcohol and murderous aura behind their minds, wiped their saliva and voted for plan C.

——Thanks for the gift from the FBI ace.

…

On a peaceful and quiet night, some people were sleeping, some were eating, and some were working overtime.

Kaito Kuroba sat in his own secret room, concentrating on fiddling with things on the table.

In front of him, a notebook was open, and on the screen was his mother who was old but still looked young and beautiful.

"My son is awesome!" The mother on the other side of the earth wore a sun hat and basked in the bright sunlight. She was shopping and leisurely finding a new job for her son:

"But although that guy suffered a great loss at your hands and can't show up again in a short time, you must not let your guard down - as far as I know, he has an apprentice who is as dirty as him."

"Your mother looks like I'm traveling around, but I'm actually using travel as a cover to concentrate on collecting evidence about them."

The woman on the screen took a bite of the seasonal limited flavor ice cream and casually explained the business: "The last time I went back, I left all the evidence I collected in the secret room at home - now that mom is not available, you will punish those greedy guys for me!"

Kid, who was almost busy with sparks, had a pair of dark circles under his eyes. In the midst of his busy schedule, he took a moment to look at his energetic mother on the screen: "..." If I remember correctly, it was a long time ago that you came back last time... That means that after such a long time, your evidence has not been updated at all, and only the travel photos on the blog are growing wildly.

But as a filial son, what else can he do in the face of his lazy mother?

Kid could only nod: "Okay, I know."

After the mother and son handed over the list of evidence, Kuroba Chikage did not hang up the phone immediately, but still looked at his son in the video.

Kid felt something was wrong, stopped his hand, and looked at her suspiciously: "You didn't hang up the phone immediately after finishing the business and ran to play... What else do you have to say? Just say it directly."

Kuroba Chikage adjusted the angle and tried to see his son's desktop clearly: "What are you fiddling with? It looks like the magic materials your father used to use... Are you going to make fireworks?"

Kuroba Kaito: "..." You may not believe it, but it's actually bullets.

When Kidd shot the gun that Mist Tengu lent him yesterday, he still thought he was smart, but when he got home and thought about it carefully, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Kidd: "..." Mist Tengu just doesn't have much contact with human society, he's not stupid. His behavior of emptying the magazine in the sky yesterday... isn't it a bit obvious?