Conan’s Corpse Picker

The coffee shop opposite the hospital.

Jiang Xia stirred the snow-topped coffee that had melted in front of her, looked across the street at the building opposite, and happily harvested today's vanilla ice cream.

He was watching the ghosts carrying murderous aura back and forth with pleasure when suddenly, his cell phone vibrated and a call came in.

"Gin?" Jiang Xia answered happily, looking towards the corner of the street, where there was a black vehicle mixed in with the traffic. "I think I saw you. Come upstairs for a cup of coffee? I'll treat you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the already strong smell of alcohol in the car filled up with murderous aura, becoming even more mellow.

…

Gin has lost an assistant these days, and his work has become busier accordingly. Today he was doing a mission nearby, but when he was returning, he was blocked by a police car.

The blaring sirens are obviously not a pleasant experience for an organization cadre who pursues mystery and low-key.

Gin couldn't help but frown, but as an experienced outlaw based in Tokyo, he didn't rush the card rashly, but first observed the situation.

So Gin soon discovered that the police were not searching for people on the road, but were heading to Mihua General Hospital not far away.

And if I remember correctly, according to Vodka's daily real-time reports... that stupid assistant was currently hospitalized in this hospital.

Gin: "..."

Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that this matter might be related to the vodka that Uzo was riddled with.

The black organization has many eyes and ears, and the dedicated reporters have already begun to broadcast the hospital's trends in real time. Gin easily understood the current situation.

Hearing the key words "robber", "curly-haired man who comes and goes without a trace", and "hospitalized patient", Gin frowned so hard that it could pinch a shikigami to death. Without any hesitation, he picked up the phone with murderous intent and made a call to the culprit who caused all this.

Then I heard that familiar innocent tone.

The guy on the other side of the phone was drinking coffee and said leisurely: "How could I hurt my dear colleague? It's just that he has been too close to the police recently. As his comrade, for everyone's safety, I have to give him A little reminder.”

As he said this, an email with a picture was sent over.

"..." Gin knew that this was probably another quibble, but his instinct to collect information still made him move his fingertips and click on the mailbox.

Soon, a candid photo spread out on the screen - in the photo, Vodka was wearing a soiled hospital gown, with a peaceful face under the personal protection of two policemen.

Gin: "...?"

He stared at the vodka in the photo gloomily, and suddenly noticed something else. He looked at the honest-looking policeman in the photo, pondered for a moment, and then called up the news page he was browsing just now.

After several comparisons, sure enough, the police officer in the photo who once protected Vodka turned into an informant for the development of the robber gang in the police.

"..."

Although he was not at the scene, but combined with his knowledge of Uzo and vodka, it didn't take long for Gin to figure out the causes and consequences of these cases.

He picked up the phone again, his murderous intention no longer as strong as before, and just snorted: "This is not the reason for your internal fighting."

Jiang Xia looked at the dull car in the distance and left his sight dully: "No one was injured, no one was arrested by the police for investigation, and no one was silenced by you. How can this be considered an internal fight?"

Gin heard the meaning behind his words.

"You'd better be as measured as you said." Seeing that the police had caught the robber and the road was clear, Gin didn't stay any longer. He called two snipers to be on the safe side and warned, "I won't do this next time."

…

Jiang Xia agreed wholeheartedly.

After ignoring the busy Gin, he counted the time and paid the bill, then went downstairs to the hospital opposite.

When I arrived at the door, I saw the police approaching with a group of robbers. "Mr. Yamada" was last, with resistance written all over his body. And his appearance made the suspicion in the eyes of the Memu Police Department grow deeper and deeper.

"Jiang Xia? You are Mr. Jiang Xia!"

Suddenly, a voice of surprise broke the lifeless environment. Seeing Jiang Xia approaching, Sekiguchi Yoshio rushed forward: "Thank you very much, otherwise my daughter and I wouldn't know how it would end today."

Jiang Xia looked at him, looking a little confused.

Conan came to his senses and winked at Jiang Xia, making crazy hints. The two sides looked at each other, Jiang Xia seemed to understand something: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Vodka looked at Guan Kou angrily: "..." Thank him? What are you thanking him for? It's like recognizing a thief as your father! ——What happened to you today is all because of this little bastard. If you ask me, you should immediately draw your gun and shoot him indiscriminately to empty the magazine.

However, it is a pity that not only can't I say these words now, I have to grit my teeth and swallow my resentment, and look at Jiang Xia with a look of admitting defeat.

——Anyone who knows what I am doing should quickly take me out of the hands of the police! Otherwise, I will turn into a ghost and come back to find you in the middle of the night!

"Mr. Yamada?" Perhaps because his bright eyes were too obvious, Jiang Xia finally turned his head and looked here.

The experienced detective looked at where "Mr. Yamada" and the police were standing, as if he had realized something, and asked in surprise: "What happened?"

The Memu Police Department sighed and said politely: "The gang that robbed the bank a week ago was arrested, but it is difficult for us to identify their specific members - I really didn't expect that the subordinates around me were also corrupted by money and turned into them. accomplices..."

He used the situation of his men to quietly hint at Vodka's current situation.

Jiang Xia really understood and couldn't help frowning: "But Mr. Yamada doesn't look like this kind of person. Could there be some misunderstanding?"

Conan tried his best to suppress the raised corners of his mouth: "..." There is indeed a misunderstanding, but "Mr. Yamada" is indeed this kind of person, and the appearance of an honest fan before was just his disguise. But this time, the guy's disguise has come to an end - thanks to the mysterious Mr. Kurosawa.

He was happily thinking about how much information he could get out of the organization after catching the vodka, when a figure hurried over.

"Wait a minute!" Doctor Heishan got the news and rushed over.

Under Vodka's alert and surprised gaze, he stopped him and said, "This Mr. Yamada is my patient. I must be responsible for his safety. You can't take him away easily... Having said that, why did you arrest him?"

Jiang Xia learned about the situation from Officer Takagi. He thought for a moment and said impartially: "The most suspicious thing about Mr. Yamada is the timing of his transfer. But in fact, the decision about the ward is made by the doctor - rather than asking him for questions, Perhaps Dr. Montenegro can provide you with more information?"