Conan’s Corpse Picker

"I was an outlaw who killed people without batting an eyelid, and now I'm like this, even if I want to beat anyone, I'm afraid." The more Vodka thought about it, the more he felt in his heart, "What did the damn Uzo do to me? "

Don't panic when you feel sad. Thinking about other things makes it even more sad.

"I don't know if I will encounter trouble again tomorrow." Vodka sighed and complained to Ireland, "I should have chosen a safe house near the hospital instead of running to this damn place like you said. "

Ireland snorted coldly: "Idiot, there are not many rental houses near the hospital. That guy can find your location with just a little search - if you want to spend the day under his watch, you can go back at any time. , I will never stop it.”

"..." Vodka thought of Uzo and his group of vicious subordinates:...Forget it, forget it.

Next to him, Ireland glanced down at him.

——Ireland is happy to see this lackey of gin being defeated, but compared with others, vodka is not interesting to pinch.

Moreover, he did not seek out vodka just to waste time on "going to the hospital." Therefore, in the end, Ireland finally revealed his plan: "Since I will be blocked by him when driving, it is better to do the opposite. In other words, he did what the organization cadres would not do—take the bus to the hospital.”

"Bus? Are you crazy... huh?"

Vodka thought it was ridiculous at first, but after thinking about it carefully... he felt that this plan was very clever.

Compared with cars, buses have wider windows, so you can jump out of the bus at any time if the situation gets bad. In addition, with so many people in a bus, even if there is another death, there will be a whole bus full of relevant witnesses - then everyone will share the suspicion, and the blame will not easily fall on him and Ireland. They can even use the excuse of fear, Sneak away quietly before the police arrive at the scene.

Vodka: "..." It seems that this guy from Ireland is also useful?

He opened the map thoughtfully and began to study the best routes for various buses.

…

the next day.

The weather is beautiful, but the atmosphere in the Maori Detective Agency seems a bit tense.

Mao Lilan looked at the newspaper in his hand and muttered: "Yuta, the prisoner who was imprisoned for murder last month, escaped from prison three days ago and has not been arrested yet - Yutada is meticulous in his actions and has a cruel style. If he is discovered, he will Please contact the police immediately..."

The more Mao Lilan thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She stared at the familiar ID photo in the newspaper: "Isn't this the scumbag who killed his wife and cheated on her bail, and then was found out by his father, and ended up in jail?!"

Mouri Kogoro scratched the back of his neck, a little confused: "Really? I've been drinking too much lately and often forget things - did I catch this person?"

Next to him, Conan's hand froze slightly while he was flipping through a mystery novel. After a while, he hid the anesthesia watch and voice changer tie in his sleeves, cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Sister Xiaolan, you look very anxious. What else was said on the news?"

Mao Lilan shook his head: "That's all. But I'm worried that Yuda will come to retaliate. Have you forgotten that when this man was taken away by the police, he once glared at his father fiercely and said that he would 'repay' him well." "

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro slumped back on his chair in boredom: "That's it? I heard this kind of thing 800 times when I was a detective, and 8,000 times when I was a policeman. Those guys are just unwilling, Just say some harsh words, why bother with them?"

He scratched his nose and didn't care: "Besides, it's rare to escape from prison. Normal people must have left Mihua long ago, or even left Tokyo, and fled abroad. Who would have nothing to do just to say that? Ruin the rest of your life."

Mao Lilan: "..." It seems to make sense?

She was convinced and breathed a sigh of relief: "It would be great if that were the case."

…

the other side.

Jiang Xia went to the gift shop and bought wrapping paper with a colorful Q-version of ice cream printed on it.

On the way back, he saw the news playing in the street window. He remembered something, turned around and asked Noah: "Have you changed all the photos I asked you to change before?"

Noah patted his chest with his short transparent hands: "It's changed, don't worry about me doing the work! The photo on the bounty has been changed from Uncle Maori to a member who is eighty-nine percent similar to Ireland."

Seeing that the owner seemed quite interested in this matter, it took the initiative to add more details: "According to my observation, after the FBI agent came to Tokyo, he had a love affair with a local lady and they exchanged words. We had many sweet chats on LINE, and the photo I replaced was a selfie that the agent proactively sent to the lady.

"Then the lady posted the photo in her wife's social circle. As we all know, once the photo is circulated, it will become everywhere, and the gentleman who posted the reward was temporarily searching Maori on the Internet. Kogoro’s photo – it’s very reasonable that the online picture and the online picture were mistakenly mixed up.”

"Not bad." Jiang Xia patted the AI ​​ghost's head encouragingly, and then he continued walking to the detective office, but just halfway there, a car suddenly stopped next to him on the street.

Jiang Xia turned around and saw a familiar car logo through the guardrail, and in the car was his even more familiar boss.

Amuro Toru stuck his head out of the car window and waved to him: "By the way, are you free tonight or tomorrow? - If you have time for a meal, there is someone here who I want you to meet. "

Jiang Xia was a little surprised. He didn't expect the boss to be so sensible today. He agreed decisively: "Okay."

Amuro Toru saw that he didn't ask further, but was a little confused. He raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you curious about who I'm talking about?"

Jiang Xia: "..." I'm still a little curious, but I want to experience the joy of opening blind boxes.

Seeing that he didn't speak or ask more, the smart undercover thought for a moment and understood it.

Amuro Toru: "..." That's right. In Jiang Xia's mind, this might be another task from the Black Organization. It's normal not to ask.

He sighed in his heart and suddenly felt that his decision to "care more about employees recently" was right.

Just when he wanted to talk to Jiang Xia for a few more words, suddenly, there were several crisp "dong" and "dong" sounds from the iron stairs of the overpass next to him.

"?"Amuro Toru's heart immediately followed the throttle.

For two seconds, he wanted to step on the accelerator and jump out of this street...but reason made him finally just take a deep breath and look up at the source of the sound.

I saw that the scattered knocking sounds were caused by a pair of high-heeled shoes, and the person wearing the high-heeled shoes was a tall stranger woman.