Conan’s Corpse Picker

Conan: "..." Although the bug was installed on Suzuki Sonoko, it was still unclear who it was aimed at - he always felt that the stalker with rough skills could not think of such a high-tech idea, and could not think of it. that is……

"Perhaps it was installed on my classmate to monitor my movements?" As a fake elementary school student who has returned to youth and has a big secret, Conan is inevitably overly vigilant about similar things. This conjecture made him break into a cold sweat out of fear:

"Thinking about the worst, maybe I am being watched closely by those people now... Could it be that Maya Hashimoto and Vodka are not here for Jiang Xia, but want to use him to investigate me and 'Kudo Shinichi'?"

This terrible suspicion made Conan suddenly swallow what he wanted to say at first: telling Jiang Xia about the black organization at this time would be tantamount to harming him.

But Jiang Xia had already sensed something was wrong because of her close attention to Maya Hashimoto...

No, you have to find some excuse to get past it.

Thinking this, Conan took a deep breath and deliberately put on a confused expression: "It's nothing, I just think that both Mr. Hashimoto and Mr. Yamada are too attentive to you - don't you have your own career at this age? What’s it like to be by your side every day?”

When Suzuki Sonoko heard this, she rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Little brat, do you know what fans are? Isn't it natural for fans to want to be close to their idols?"

Conan was choked by her: "...but they are all men."

Suzuki Sonoko sneered at the elementary school student's shallow knowledge: "Who stipulates that celebrities can only have fans of the opposite sex? Jiang Xia is not the kind of vase who can only rely on his face - besides, I remember you seem to like Sherlock Holmes very much, aren't they all the same? That makes sense...huh? Speaking of which, after following Jiang Xia for so long, why haven’t you become a fan of Jiang Xia yet? There’s something wrong with you!”

Conan: "?" Why should I be a fan of Jiang Xia? I am also a high school detective who is not weak to others! ...It’s just that now it’s forced to shrink because of the evil Gin.

Mentioning gin, Conan's sanity suddenly returned.

He tried his best to raise an innocent smile belonging to a child, and said sincerely: "Who says I'm not a fan of brother Jiang Xia? Of course I am!"

Inexplicably, he became a fan of his peers... Fortunately, the topic of Maya Hashimoto seemed to be just brushed aside.

Conan sighed tiredly and charged this account to the black organization.

…

What happened today is just one of countless ordinary things for high school students.

But for the FBI who thinks too much...

"Did you get it?"

Judy got rid of the possible tracking behind her and returned to the stronghold with Shuichi Akai.

Just at this time, the other two members she sent out before also hurried back - after the magician case was over, these two people were sent to the house of the dead female magician to look for the magic left by Mr. Zhengying. notes.

Hearing Judy's question at this time, the two of them grinned and took out a thick, dated notebook: "Of course."

This time the operation went much smoother than they expected.

"Originally we thought time was very tight, but fortunately we heard from Jerry that another murder happened tonight. The police couldn't find the manpower, so they haven't gone to the deceased's home for a long time, and they haven't contacted the deceased's family yet."

The agent handed the notebook to Judy: "Not long after that, we found it on the bedside table. The woman didn't even think about hiding it... Huh? Why did your expression suddenly look so strange?"

Judy forced a smile and took the note, staring at it: "You reminded me of one thing. Your actions tonight seemed to go too smoothly."

The two agents looked at each other inexplicably: "Wouldn't it be smoother?"

Judy: "..." Of course it's not good, especially the second murder that happened to happen. The whole process was as smooth as if someone had acquiesced in the investigation... Could it be that Uzo didn't care about this notebook, or even very much? Are you willing to let it fall into the hands of the FBI?

Thinking of this, the way she looked at the notebook suddenly became awkward, and a series of conspiracies and conspiracies flashed through her mind: "..." Could this thing be coated with poison? Or is it equipped with a mechanism that will cause you to be stabbed in the throat by a poisonous needle as soon as you open the book page? ——After all, its first two owners were both miraculous magicians. If such a thing really happened, it would seem to be very normal in the eyes of the police.

At this moment, a gloved hand reached out from the side and took it.

Akai Shuichi held the notebook at this distance and looked at it with a very professional look for a moment: "Give me a ventilated room, you stay away, and leave the rest to me."

FBI members: "Mr. Akai..."

While they looked at the ace with admiration like a hero, they vacated the room and invited Renhe and the notebook in.

…

It's not just the FBI who are working overtime who have trouble sleeping.

On the other side, in a rather high-end hotel.

Maya Hashimoto opened a room and sighed slightly tiredly.

The two cases tonight brought him back to the painful memories of the time when he changed jobs - now that he is used to living on the tired but peaceful theater island, he only feels that the outside world is getting more and more dangerous.

"Seize the time to rest." He secretly planned his itinerary, "Seize the time to find a suitable magician tomorrow, and then seize the time to return to the island."

While thinking, he briefly checked the environment of the room and planned to wash up and go to bed.

——Although it sounds like the organization's safe house will be safer, for Hashimoto Maya, the biggest danger around him is the boss.

In this case, for him, the difference between a safe house and a hotel is that it is easier to be discovered by the boss if he lives in the former... It is better to take a chance and choose a random hotel.

However, soon, Hashimoto Maya found that his luck was really not good.

——Just after packing up, squinting his eyes and preparing to fall on the bed, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Then someone said through the door: "Hello, the meal is delivered."

Hashimoto Maya: "..."

He woke up with a start, and walked to the door with a little grumpiness: "I didn't order a midnight snack."

"I delivered it." As he spoke, with a burst of gears turning, the door lock was swiped open by someone outside.

The so-called delivery person used extremely skilled techniques to pick the safety bolt through the crack of the door, and then walked in naturally as if he was going home.

Hashimoto Maya stared at the blonde guy: "???" Landlady?

...Why are you here instead of staying at Jiangxia Office! You guys are such a bunch of idiots!