Conan’s Corpse Picker

It was rare to see Jiang Xia talking about it all the time. It was obvious that he was looking forward to this visit. Huiyuan Ai always felt that she should try her best to help.

She said carefully: "You have been busy with the criminals all morning, you probably haven't had time to buy it. I can help you pick a gift - what kind of person are you going to visit, a friend or a client?"

"What kind of person?" Jiang Xia thought about it, but couldn't think of how to summarize it, so she simply said, "Vodka."

"Hmm..." Huiyuan Ai nodded halfway, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and her voice couldn't help but rise, "Hmm?!!"

Jiang Xia remembered the ice cream provided by the colleague, and she rarely felt conscientious and helped him say a few words: "Although he looked a little fierce, he is unexpectedly a good person and has taken good care of me these days."

Huiyuan Ai: "..." Good person? That vodka? - Even if he looks stupid, he is Gin's assistant, and he must be a bad guy. He is so good to you, he must have other intentions!

Thinking about it, Huiyuan Ai pinched her lips anxiously: "..." And according to Edogawa's news, Vodka not only always appears next to Jiang Xia, but has become much more cunning recently... Could it be that Gin discovered Jiang Xia's ability after the fact and wanted to start training him wholeheartedly.

With the evil style of that organization...

Huiyuan Ai's eyes went dark, and at this moment, a hand patted her head: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Huiyuan Ai: "..." I know you know what's going on, but those brutal criminals don't!

...But now that things have come to this, she, a traitor living under someone else's roof, can't seem to do anything, and can only pray for Jiang Xia from the bottom of her heart.

And next to him, the person who was about to be drawn into the dark vortex didn't seem to care about the danger around him. Jiang Xia asked: "So what gift should I bring?"

Huiyuan Ai's eyes twitched slightly: "If you ask me..." Then I hope you bring a bag of potassium cyanide, preferably a bag of cement, rent a truck, pack up the dark tentacles that the Vodka organization has extended to you and throw them into Tokyo Bay, then fly away and never come back.

She took a deep breath, pushed some illegal thoughts back to the depths of her mind, and then perfunctorily said: "Send flowers."

...

"A-choo!"

In a safe house.

Vodka stirred the instant noodles in his hand, slurped them insipidly, and then refreshed the page.

Suddenly, a piece of news popped up-a high school student detective bravely captured a brutal burglar.

The picture was the door of a high-end apartment. In the corner of the photo, a little girl was carried into an ambulance and was going to be sent to the hospital for examination.

Although the child did not show her face, Vodka still recognized her at a glance.

Vodka: "..."Isn't this the girl in Wuzo's little minions? In addition, if I remember correctly, this high-end apartment is her home. Could it be that the criminals broke into her empty door?

...Why did Wuzo attack his little minions?

After a moment of confusion, Vodka suddenly understood.

"I almost forgot that Wuzo has never been a kind boss, not like Brother Gin!" Vodka muttered in his heart, "It must be that when Ireland and I escaped from the police station yesterday... When we retreated from the police station, the group of kids failed to react and did not notify him in time, so Wuzo gave them a little punishment."

"While designing terrible scripts for his subordinates, he also used his detective identity to rescue them... How cunning!" The organization cadre snorted coldly, "No wonder these little minions are devoted to him and help him harm innocent passers-by every day."

I was slurping the instant noodles angrily, when the door suddenly opened, and Ireland walked in with the aroma of a high-end restaurant under the vigilant gaze of Vodka.

Vodka sniffed the smell on Ireland's body and showed contempt: "..." He actually ran out to eat alone without being sure whether he had escaped Wuzo's gaze? ——You guys are really not afraid of being poisoned by the chef who is taking revenge on society!

He picked up the bowl without envy at all and took a sip of the instant noodle soup with good color, fragrance and taste.

Then he wiped his mouth silently: When this mission is over and he returns to Brother Gin smoothly, he will eat a lot and make up for all he lost!

Beside him, Ireland glanced at him: "What's that look in your eyes?"

Vodka silently retracted his gaze: "I'm just thinking about what to eat tonight."

Ireland sneered: "You are too timid - don't forget, there are many restaurants in Tokyo that are affiliated with the organization, and the chefs are very reliable. Even if it is him, there is no reason to frequently make trouble in the store, unless he doesn't care about the evaluation of him by "that adult" at all."

Vodka: "..." I don't know what "that adult" thinks of Uzo, I only know that if you continue to compete with Brother Gin and Uzo, you may be close to following Pisco's footsteps.

...But of course he won't say this reminder out loud. The more Ireland fights with Uzo, the more time others have to rest.

Thinking of this, Vodka, who was watching from the sidelines, picked up the instant noodle soup, blew a breath like tasting tea, and drank the soup elegantly.

Ireland looked at this scene and suddenly said, "Do you think that an employee of the instant noodle factory wanted to poison the noodles, so he deliberately disguised the poison packet as a seasoning package, but accidentally made an extra portion of poisoned instant noodles, and then that cup of instant noodles flowed into the market?"

Vodka: "???"

He spit out the soup with a puff: "What do you mean!"

Irish said earnestly: "There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Instead of being so cautious, it is better to eliminate these death traps from the source."

Vodka: "..." So they are here for wartime mobilization... This seems to make sense at first, but it is not as easy as it sounds.

He snorted coldly and did not respond. He just carefully felt his own state and prayed that there was no poison in the instant noodles.

Irish was not in a hurry to sow discord. He did not continue to talk about this, but asked: "When do you plan to end your task of interviewing peripheral members?"

Vodka: "..." Is this something I can decide? This depends on when Uzo has had enough fun.

He muttered in his heart and said: "I have made an appointment with his assistant. He is on holiday today and will go to work tomorrow."

I hope that Dr. Shirai will not skip work again... Speaking of which, if this bastard had not been absent from work twice in a row, his mission would have been completed long ago, and how could he have encountered the trouble of Ireland.

Thinking of this, Vodka wanted to put a sack on this unprofessional and hateful doctor and beat him up.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, it was suppressed by reason: calm down, maybe this was also a trap set by Uzo - he had no doubt that if he really did it, a group of police would definitely drop from the sky while he was happily beating people up and catch him on the spot.