Conan’s Corpse Picker

While the high school students were looking for their rooms.

Gin mixed in with the other passengers, pressed the hat on his head, and walked into the hall in a low-key manner.

At this time, he paused and looked up suddenly. He saw a man in a black windbreaker and a bowler hat carrying heavy luggage, walking down the stairs step by step.

Gin: "..." Colleague?

But soon, seeing the other person's face clearly, Gin decisively denied this idea - the man was wearing a plain white mask on his face, and from a distance he looked like a mannequin in a shopping mall. Such an exaggerated dress is not a choice that members of the organization would make.

He retracted his gaze and continued to do his own thing.

And the man in black who was dressed similarly to him glanced at Gin's back from a distance. Then he stepped down the last step and came to the front desk.

As it turned out, this dress is indeed very eye-catching and indeed very impressive.

The manager didn't even need to recall it, and immediately remembered this strange guest who lived in seclusion. He took out the attitude that should be shown to guests and asked respectfully: "Mr. Tsunegen? What can I do for you?"

The strangely dressed guest did not say anything, but took out a key with his heavy gloved hands and threw it on the counter.

"Uh..." The hotel manager tried to interpret his behavior, "Are you going to check out?"

The masked man nodded.

"Okay." Although there was one less guest, the hotel manager was relieved, "I'll do it for you right away."

Not long after, the formalities were completed.

The masked man left the hotel with two heavy bags, like a resentful shadow, quietly walking into the deep forest.

In the diffuse humid fog, the masked man passed through and finally stopped next to a swamp.

With a click, the black windbreaker, bowler hat and mask were thrown to the ground in front of him, followed by the two extremely heavy luggage.

The luggage fell to the ground with a thud, and the swamp that looked like a flat land at first glance began to wriggle, gradually swallowing all these things, leaving no trace.

…

Hotel room.

Jiang Xia put away his luggage, stretched comfortably, and began to count today's harvest.

The output of alcohol-flavored murderous aura was as stable as ever. The output of iced black tea was slightly reduced - but thinking about the presence of Gin nearby, few members of the organization dared to think of breaking the law in public. After sighing, Jiang Xia tolerantly forgave this younger brother's abnormal performance.

Of course, compared with these, his attention was more focused on another group of murderous aura.

"It looks different from other murderous auras." Jiang Xia pulled a small wisp from the foggy murderous aura, wrapped it in ghost mint, and threw away the lighter to light it.

The ghosts gathered around curiously and expectantly: unlike other murderous auras with obvious flavors, the murderous aura of the "Hell Puppet Master" could not be identified.

And now it was lit with ghost mint and took another sip, and the ghosts suddenly fell silent.

——It was like biting into a thundercloud with an electric charge, and the mouth was numb. It was unpalatable, but the taste seemed to be particularly different. It was delicious, but it didn't taste good.

After thinking for a while with the ghost mint, Miyano Akemi suddenly had an idea. She tugged at Jiang Xia's sleeves and pointed to the side with her little hand.

Jiang Xia followed her short hand and looked over, and her eyes fell on another group of murderous aura with the taste of iced black tea.

The next moment, the psychic who was also good at innovation understood what Miyano Akemi meant. Jiang Xia pinched out the cigarette on his fingertips, stretched out his hand and pulled down a little murderous aura with the taste of iced black tea, blended it into the cigarette, and then shook the cigarette.

After the taste was mixed, he relit the ghost mint.

The faint smoke rose again, and Jiang Xia tasted it expectantly, his eyes slightly brightened - the originally cool and refreshing iced black tea seemed to be injected with a pool of bubbles, and it turned from an ordinary tea drink into a bubble drink. The metaphysical version has a large amount of bubbles and is strong. When it first enters the mouth, it is like taking a handful of popping candy. After a while, it becomes a wonderful drink like cola.

Jiang Xia looked at the strange murderous aura with a changed look. He picked it up and sorted it out again, and stuffed the murderous aura into the innermost layer of the inventory, next to the colorless murderous aura.

"The candidate that Hashimoto Maya found this time is very good." Jiang Xia nodded secretly, "I hope he will work harder and pull people to the island as soon as possible."

Just thinking about it, suddenly, the door of the room was knocked from outside.

"Jiang Xia." Suzuki Sonoko's voice came through the door, "Come down and eat something. There are many special foods in the restaurant here! There is even a magic-themed set meal. If you go too late, it will be gone."

"Magic-themed set meal?" Jiang Xia remembered the arrogant rose salad that exploded in front of him not long ago, and opened the door, "Let's go and take a look."

The group came to the restaurant and found that the so-called magic-themed set meal was just a piece of seaweed in the shape of a black hat on the rice.

Conan poked the seaweed speechlessly: "..." Those who didn't know would think it was a gin-themed set meal... Speaking of which, where did Gin go? If I remember correctly, he also got off the bus at this stop. What on earth is this guy going to do in Hokkaido?

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a buzzing sound interrupted his thoughts.

Conan turned his head in surprise, and then found that the sound came from Jiang Xia: "Could this be..."

Jiang Xia nodded, reached out from his pocket, and took out a familiar black and white screen mobile phone - it was the performance broadcast dedicated machine sent by the hell puppet master.

"It seems that the hell puppet master has a new performance." Jiang Xia took a bite of rice and casually pressed the hands-free key.

Sure enough, a gloomy and cold voice soon came from the receiver: "Welcome to the Corpse Field."

"?!" Hearing this voice, the two people who had just entered the door suddenly turned their heads and looked over here.

Officers Sato and Takagi, who had just finished checking the train, didn't even have time to eat a bite of food before they were immersed in new clues.

They rushed over and said to the microphone resentfully: "Where did you take the body of the head of the magic group!"

"Don't worry, don't worry." The person on the other end of the phone laughed, "In fact, I have already returned the head of the mountain god to you."

As if to echo his words, a vague scream of "Ah" sounded in the distance.

Jiang Xia looked over there, picked up the phone, and rushed over with others.

The scream came from the nearby guest room area.

Jiang Xia climbed the stairs and stopped, and saw the fake psychic sitting on the ground at the door of Room 219 at the corner of the corridor, looking at the half-open door in horror.

"Are you okay?" The righteous detective asked as he ran past him to the door.

When they pushed the door open, a horrible scene jumped into everyone's eyes.