Conan’s Corpse Picker

Vodka was just trying to make up some words, but at this moment, he got a medical certificate "recommended for follow-up consultation".

Vodka looked at the medical certificate in his hand, and then at the worried-looking doctor opposite him: "...?"

...Wait a minute, what are you writing blindly? Do I have a psychological problem? What questions can I have!

in addition……

"Why does the doctor's signature say 'Black Mountain'?!" Vodka suspected that the doctor was the one with the psychological problem, "Isn't your name Shirai!"

"Dr. Shirai is temporarily busy and is not here." The gentle-looking doctor picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of the hot water with wolfberry soaked in it. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, although it may sound like boasting, but my medical skills are No worse than him - my name is Montenegro, nice to meet you."

"..."

Like being struck by a thunderbolt, Vodka suddenly understood.

"No wonder I always feel like I have overlooked something. Thinking about it carefully, on the way here, all my thoughts were focused on 'How to see the doctor smoothly' and 'Are there any sneak attacks from Uzo around?' But who knows I took every precaution, but Uzo didn’t even try to do these two things... He just took the doctor away!"

For a moment, the vodka had a feeling. He saw the street performer put a small ball into the inverted cup, and the three cups were spinning around on the table. Just as he confidently wanted to point out which cup the ball was in. At this time, the street artist looked up and smiled and asked him, "Please tell me how many times I moved the cup just now."

"...Whether he talks about martial ethics or not, he still doesn't talk about martial ethics!" Vodka was furious and cursed in his heart, "And there are these middle-aged doctors in white coats! Even if they have the same clothes, they even have nasolabial folds and Hair styles should all grow together!”

Opposite me, the kind Doctor Montenegro seemed not to notice the irritability in his heart: "When will you come over next time?"

Vodka wanted to slam the door and leave, but he was worried that acting too weird would reveal his identity. And think about it carefully: now he is no longer the passerby hiding deep in the Internet. He, he is already a somewhat famous person in the police and is known to many people as "Mr. Yamada"... If he dares to get angry at the doctor today, his abnormality may be reported to the ears of some policeman tomorrow.

"..."

Thousands of words condensed into one sentence: "Damn Uzo..."

After greeting his dear colleagues in his heart as usual, Vodka took a deep breath, stood up politely, and left politely.

Back in the car, Ireland came over and said, "The boring interview is over now - what are your plans next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vodka showed an indescribable smile.

Ireland:"?"

Under his watchful eye.

Vodka turned to him, and based on the principle that the pain alone is not as painful as the pain of others, he happily conveyed this sad news to the ally with ulterior motives in front of him: "Unfortunately, due to the interference of some bastards, the interview task has not been completed yet. , I have to come again later.”

Do you want to pick a soft persimmon and get information from me for nothing?

Oh, how can there be such a good thing in the world - in this case, before you get the information, please accompany me to feel the pain from Uzo!

Looking at Ireland's slightly twitching eyes, Vodka exhaled silently, feeling the need for this alliance for the first time.

…

When the two black organization cadres faced each other in silence.

the other side.

Jiang Xia sat in a car borrowed from the courier company with fresh murderous energy in her hands. At this time, he had changed into the dark blue uniform donated by the express company and wore a matching baseball cap on his head.

Next to him, the Megure Police Department looked at him for a moment, feeling a little worried: "You are too famous in Tokyo. What if you are recognized? How about you wait at the Metropolitan Police Department and I will send you the situation at the scene?"

Jiang Xia shook his head: A person with such characteristics as Boss Amuro can disguise himself as an ordinary courier boy, and by analogy, he can too.

After thinking for a while, he took the newly purchased mask and said, "Just put this on."

"Well..." The Mumu Police Department did not insist anymore, and apparently felt that Jiang Xia's presence was more reassuring.

He glanced outside and his expression became serious: "We're almost there - if the dead kidnapper still has accomplices, then his accomplices are probably monitoring the hostages' families. Be prepared and don't expose any flaws!"

"yes!"

Several police officers responded solemnly, and then softened their expressions seriously, trying to pretend to be normal.

…

Soon, the car stopped at the door of a luxurious house.

The police jumped out of the car and removed a heavy cardboard box with a TV logo printed on it. They put the carton on the cart and pushed it outside the courtyard door, and then the Mumu Police Department stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

The family members of the hostages were obviously not in the mood to receive television, and were also at a loss when the television was suddenly delivered to their doorsteps.

But after all, there is a big TV standing at the door. Whether it is receiving or returning something, you have to step in to solve it. At the insistence of the "courier", a young lady pressed the electronic switch of the courtyard door and then carefully opened the door to her home.

"I really didn't subscribe to the TV." She said sadly, "Please take this thing back, I don't have time now..."

Before she finished speaking, her words suddenly stopped.

"You, you seem familiar?" The young rich lady's gaze fell on Jiang Xia's eyes, and an idea flashed, "It's you! You are..."

Jiang Xia: "..."

Memu Police Department: "Shhh!!"

He stopped the woman from saying the next words in time and handed over the receipt book in his hand. Mrs. Domoto lowered her head and saw the fat boy in front of her turn over a page of the receipt book, revealing the police officer's ID below.

Mrs. Domoto: "!"

She was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped back a few steps to open the door: "Well, then you come in first."

The employees of the "express company" moved the cardboard boxes into the house. Mrs. Domoto was about to close the door, and suddenly a child ran over in the yard: "Wait!"

Mrs. Domoto was startled and looked at the strange child holding the skateboard: "You are..."

Conan relied on his child not to arouse suspicion, and rushed into the door: "I picked up your dropped things!"

After successfully sneaking into the house, Conan wiped his sweat and sighed tiredly.

He looked up at Officer Megure: "..." He actually said something like "express company employees will not bring children to work", and did not let him get on the car, but asked him to go home and rest quickly... Damn, you didn't have this attitude when you called me Kudo brother before.

"You kid..." Inspector Megure didn't expect Conan to follow him. But since he was already here, it would be a bit strange to just drive him away, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay, but you have to behave yourself and don't make trouble."