Conan’s Corpse Picker

The fake primary school student pushed up his glasses, held the microphone, and took a deep breath.

The next moment, an indescribable singing sound echoed through the box, passed through the bug, and went straight into the ears of Akai Shuichi and Judy.

In an instant, like fingernails scratching a blackboard and electricity whistling, all the most unpleasant sounds in the world took shape at this moment. The volume that hit her soul shook Judy's body, her eyes were dull, her mind went blank, and she briefly began to wonder why she was born in this world.

This confusion seemed to last for a long time, until a slightly trembling hand stretched out like lightning and pressed the mute button on the computer.

"..."

After a while, Judy slowly exhaled and leaned back on the chair.

"It turns out that what makes them stop talking is this kind of thing." Her expression was complicated, as if she was facing the most difficult puzzle in the world. "Why? Why can someone with the same vocal cords make such a sound? "

Akai Shuichi silently rubbed his ears: "..."

…

Conan sang the whole song heartily and put down the microphone comfortably: Sure enough, it is boring to hum quietly at home alone. It is better to sing in a place like KTV, so that there is a sense of atmosphere and a sense of standing. The joy of being greeted with applause from all sides on stage.

As he wished, the applause did start, but it was a little sparse, and it sounded inexplicably fragile and desolate.

Conan turned his head in confusion and suddenly discovered something bad: "Hashimoto... well, why is Uncle Hashimoto missing?"

Jiang Xia withdrew his hearing from Gui Fei and played with a large ball of fresh iced black tea in his hand with murderous intent: "..." Of course it was because he couldn't hold back your singing, so he sneaked away without any hope.

"If I had known this, I should have sent a message as Uzuo just now, asking Maya Hashimoto to sit here and listen to the song carefully." Jiang Xia sighed inwardly, "But Uzuo seems not to care about such trivial matters. It’s a small matter... forget it, we are all in Tokyo anyway, and there will be plenty of opportunities to come to KTV for team building, and it won’t be long before now.”

Although there is a slight flaw, it turns out that bringing everyone to Ktv tonight is the right move.

——The moment Conan spoke, not only did Maya Hashimoto's murderous aura surge, but even the FBI car outside came out with a large murderous aura of French fries and sunflowers, coming from the generous teacher Judy and the stingy teacher respectively. Akai Shuichi... Unfortunately, the latter only lasted for a few seconds and disappeared after the FBI ace completely regained his mind.

Jiang Xia was worried about this short period of time. He silently muttered to the ghosts: "When Shuichi Akai officially joins the job, I will let him accompany Conan to KTV to practice singing every day - not to squeeze out the murderous spirit, but the red side and the red side." There must be a lot of common topics, and it would be good for everyone to make them friends.”

"..." Several ghosts gathered around to look at the murderous smell of freshly baked melon seeds, pressed their consciences, and nodded in agreement.

…

Not only Maya Hashimoto and FBI, but also two female high school students next to them were also shocked by this incredible singing voice.

But after all, they have been in the same class as Kudo Shinichi since they were young, and they have been tortured a lot in music classes for many years. Compared with Maya Hashimoto, their resistance is very different.

Therefore, during the whole song just now, although Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko thought about running away, in the end they just encouraged each other to maintain their smiles, and were full of admiration for Jiang Xia, who looked indifferent next to them - as expected. The famous detectives who kept their expressions calm despite the collapse of the mountain were able to remain calm in the face of this kind of singing. It seems that they still have something to learn.

As he was sighing in confusion, Conan, who didn't get an answer, asked again in confusion: "Where is Hashimoto-san?"

"Huh? Oh, he..." Suzuki Sonoko came to her senses and realized that someone had escaped from Conan's clutches.

This made her full of opinions about the detective assistant who was unwilling to share the joys and sorrows with them: "Just now he said he wanted to go to the bathroom and left in a hurry."

Conan's heart skipped a beat: Oops, I was so engrossed in singing just now that I forgot to pay attention to Maya Hashimoto's movements...

"Okay, why did this guy sneak away? He can't really go to the bathroom, right?" Conan's heart solemnly asked, "Is he really related to the person who was following behind him, so he sneaked out to trade in the chaos?"

He was about to go out to look anxiously, but at this moment, the door handle of the box clicked and someone unscrewed it from the outside.

"It's true that Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here." Suzuki Sonoko snorted and said angrily toward the door, "Don't you know that children need more encouragement? Even if you find it unpleasant, you can't... huh?"

Looking at the unfamiliar face at the door, Suzuki Sonoko was stunned: "Who are you?"

——The person who pushed in the door was not Maya Hashimoto as they imagined, but a thin man with long hair.

When the thin man saw the people in the room, he was also stunned. He looked even more confused than Suzuki Sonoko: "Who are you?"

"?" Suzuki Sonoko slapped the table, "Who else could it be? Of course we are guests who are here to sing!"

"But isn't this...ah!" The thin man saw the sign on the door clearly and looked embarrassed. "This is box No. 3. Sorry, sorry, the door number of this store is not very conspicuous. I went to the wrong place."

He bowed and backed away as he closed the door. Unexpectedly, a burly man happened to be passing by in the corridor at this time. The two collided unexpectedly, and the thin man was knocked to the ground.

"Hmm?" The burly man found that he seemed to have bumped into something. He looked down at the person on the ground and was actually quite polite, "Little brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The thin man quickly got up, "I'm so sorry."

"Watch the road next time." The burly man waved his hand, said nothing more, and went straight into the box next to him.

The thin man sighed, patted the dirt on his body, and entered the door of the box on the other side.

Silence returned to the outside.

Suzuki Sonoko stood up and walked to the door, looking around: "That guy hasn't come back yet? Does he think Conan hasn't finished singing yet?"

Conan: "?" What do you mean, it's as if that guy was scared away by my singing. Obviously he just slipped away to do something bad...

Jiang Xia also walked to the door and looked out: "I'll go call him back?"

As he was talking, a man with gray hair and dressed like a fisherman came to the front desk seven or eight meters away.

Conan's eyes immediately moved over - Hashimoto Maya's quiet departure made him think that everyone present seemed to be the illegal trading partner of the suspected fake.

"He just finished fishing and came to the KTV to sing alone with his fishing gear?" Conan whispered to Jiang Xia, "Don't you think this old man is a little strange?"