Conan’s Corpse Picker

In an instant, a picture of a female tall villain who "collaborated with the 'Hell Puppet Master' to trick Jiang Xia out of Jiang Xia and stabbed her in the back ferociously when she was unprepared" slowly unfolded in Maya Hashimoto's mind.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Let me just say, what kind of good people can there be who get along with minions like Suzuki Sonoko and Conan day and night!

Conan looked at Mao Lilan and then at Maya Hashimoto suspiciously: "What did you just say? Make it clear."

Maya Hashimoto took a deep breath and recounted the scene he just saw - of course, "always paying attention to the movements in Jiang Xia's house, so he discovered the hell puppet master in time", he quietly changed it to "thinking about it" I was admiring the moon in the middle of the night, but accidentally noticed the situation outside the window."

…

At the same time, in the dark woods.

The chase continues.

The "Hell Puppet Master" held the puppet disguised as a hostage and flew forward with the help of the mechanism arranged in advance, while listening to the footsteps chasing behind him.

Thinking of Jiang Xia's glorious past, he sighed: "Poor sacrifice, although you have done nothing wrong, your existence itself is a threat - no need to work hard anymore, come with me to this dark and cold death Come to the altar."

With a low laugh, he hid in the trees, then waved the silk thread in his hand and threw the specially made puppet in his arms.

"Mao Lilan" drew an arc and fell to the ground. As it fell, the ground beneath it fluctuated strangely, then returned to calm.

Diagonally above the puppet, the "Hell Puppet Master" stands in the treetops, holding his breath and reducing his presence.

Soon, through the dense branches and leaves, he saw a figure approaching anxiously, and after looking around for a moment, he ran to the fallen "Maolilan" with a clear purpose.

"Ha." The hell puppet master chuckled softly, with some regret in his smile, as if he was regretting the fall of a genius.

However, his hand did not stop at all. As his fingertips moved, as the detective approached, "Mao Lilan" on the ground suddenly stood up.

It was a very strange rising movement - without using her hands to support the ground or using her waist, "she" stood up straight from the mud at a right-angle tilt.

The detective obviously noticed something unusual and stayed where he was, looking at this scene in surprise.

At this moment, "Mao Lilan", whose back was turned to him, suddenly turned around, revealing an empty and pale face.

"!!" The detective jumped back in fright.

The "Hell Puppet Master" looked at this scene with the corners of his lips raised, satisfied with the audience's reaction.

He pulled the puppet string in his hand again, and "Mao Lilan" rose into the air like a ghost, hovering next to him.

"Welcome, Mr. Detective." The "Hell Puppet Master" held the puppet in his hand, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Do you like it? This dark and cold altar of death is under your feet."

The detective lowered his head and looked at his legs - he had been chasing "Mao Lilan" for a while, but at some point, he had actually run into the depths of the swamp.

This kind of soft and delicate mud is a non-Newtonian fluid. When running fast, it can be as smooth as walking on flat ground. But once it stops, murderous intent suddenly appears - after such a delay, the thick mud has swallowed up the poor detective's calves, and as time passes, As he struggled, the submerged parts were spreading upward at an alarming speed.

"This is the deepest swamp in the entire forest. It is impossible to dig through it with human power. Soon, you will completely disappear from this world." "Hell Puppet Master" said helplessly, "To be honest, I admire you very much. But My intuition tells me that you may fail the greatest magic trick in my life - for this reason, I can only ask you to disappear first."

This is the place he specially selected. The swamp swallows people up at a terrifying speed.

After saying these farewell words, I looked again and saw that the detective had completely sunk into the soil, leaving only a small string of bubbles struggling out on the surface.

The "Puppet Master of Hell" bowed there, then took out a carefully selected beautiful rose and threw it far away to the place where the detective sank to the bottom, offering flowers to the deceased he respected.

The blood-red bouquet fluttered lightly on the swamp. The next moment, a muddy hand broke through the ground and grabbed the flower branch.

"?!" The "Hell Puppet Master" was shocked. He stopped leaving and looked intently, and suddenly saw a face emerging from the swamp. The face turned for a moment, then suddenly turned straight this way.

The face that emerged from the ground had no features and was as pale as snow. It was almost identical to the "Mao Lilan" beside him - the thing buried in the swamp turned out to be a puppet too!

As if being splashed with a basin of ice water, the "Hell Puppet Master"'s pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, he saw the face "growing" a mouth in front of him.

Only the blank face of the mouth opened towards him, revealing a malicious smile, and then it held the rose and sank again.

Looking at the ground that had returned to calm, the Hell Puppet Master was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something. He ducked behind the tree trunk. Almost at the same time, a bullet passed by, and the head of the puppet beside him exploded with a bang.

"Hell Puppet Master": "..." What's going on? Why is there a gun here? ? What happened? !

"Xiaolan——!"

At this time, a voice came from another direction dozens of meters away.

"Hell's Puppet Master" moved his ears and recognized this voice - it was Jiang Xia calling someone.

Apparently, Tokyo's famous detective and the "Hell Puppet Master" who had lost all his black robes were anxiously searching the place where he passed by.

…Since Jiang Xia was dozens of meters away, who were the puppets that performed a play with him and the people who shot in the dark? !

In any case, what happened now was far beyond his expectations. Without sufficient preparation, it was not advisable to stay here for long.

The "Hell Puppet Master" determined the direction of the bullet and threw the puppet in that direction. While attracting the other party's attention, he reached out and wiped his face, and the pale latex mask suddenly turned into a deep black like the night.

In the night, the "Hell Puppet Master" dressed in black from head to toe used his rich stage experience to block the blind spot and control the device he had set up in advance. Like a ghost, he hurriedly disappeared from the scene.

…

“My robes are completely black from behind, and there is no lighting in the woods… If the detective has poor night vision, it is normal for him to lose me.”

A wise man never avoids failure. On the way to escape, the “Hell Puppet Master” had already reflected:

“What is abnormal is that I was listening to the movement behind me just now. It was because the footsteps chasing me were continuous that I didn’t expect the detective to run away somewhere else… Could it be that the person hiding in the dark had already anticipated my actions, so he could control the puppet to follow me without interruption while the detective went astray?”