Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 2738 2742 [Besieging the FBI Leader] Please vote o(〃'▽'〃)o

While thinking about it, James left the Magic Theater and returned to the crowded street.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, suddenly, a man holding a murder weapon stopped in front of him.

James: "?!"

He instinctively wanted to fight back, but after taking a closer look, he found that what was handed to him was not a knife, but a microphone with the logo of a television station.

——A reporter stood in front of him and looked at him with admiration: "Mr. Hawke, can you tell me about the story of how you made your fortune?"

James: "...?"

who? What Mr. Hawke? Isn't his name James Blake? Where did Hawke get his last name?

Before he could understand, other reporters nearby noticed the movement and swarmed up. Even the reporters who had covered the murder case in the magic hall came over after hearing the news and surrounded him. Repeated calls of "Mr. Hawke" came from all directions.

James began to sweat on his forehead: "Wait, you guys, did you admit the wrong person?"

"Haha, Mr. Hawke, you are still so humorous." The reporters were not willing to let go of this opportunity. They squeezed the microphone and pressed forward, continuing to ask their own questions.

…

On the other side, in the magic venue.

After figuring out the cause of the clown's death and confirming that it was a man-made "accident", the Mumu Police Department breathed a sigh of relief with complicated emotions and led their subordinates to finish the work.

The magic show came to an abrupt end, and the audience was stunned by the bloody magic without blood. But the magicians themselves are already dead. No matter how dissatisfied they are with today's experience, they can only pack up their uneaten snacks and leave sadly.

After leaving the venue, Suzuki Sonoko looked at her watch: "I didn't expect that the magic show would end just after it started... I've come here, so what's the point of going back like this! How about we have a meal nearby and then go to the circus?" Let's perform - I remember that the circus venue is diagonally opposite, and I heard that it was a famous world tour group. The morning show just ended, and the afternoon show was two hours later."

"Circus?" Maya Hashimoto raised her head and looked at the advertising banner diagonally opposite, and saw that it simply read "Paul and Annie's Circus".

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Isn't this name a little rough?

However, remembering the "Hell Puppet Master" whom he encountered recently, Maya Hashimoto deeply realized that people should not be judged by their appearance, and performances should not be based solely on their names. He picked up his phone and looked up the circus.

As they watched, a temporary worker who distributed flyers came over and enthusiastically handed them a few flyers and the little lion keychain that came with the flyers.

The keychain is quite exquisite, with a Q version of a blue-eyed white lion hanging at the end.

Jiang Xia just picked up the white lion and took a look at it, and the temporary worker introduced it very dedicatedly: "This is the pillar of this circus, the white lion Lyon - he is very smart, and you can take photos with him during the performance. "

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Smart? Being smart is troublesome. Smarter means better communication, and better communication means that it is easier for some people to turn it into a prop... He has no doubt that when necessary, this lion will open his mouth and take advantage of certain unlucky people. The head was bitten off in one bite.

The temporary worker had no idea what dangerous things were going on in this guy's mind. He was about to continue soliciting customers, but suddenly he found that several customers in front of him were raising their heads and looking doubtfully in a certain direction across the street.

"?" The temporary worker followed their gaze and saw a foreigner surrounded by reporters.

After glancing at the foreigner, the temporary worker immediately found an entry point for the conversation. He gestured over there: "That gentleman is the shareholder of our circus - Randy Hawke. He is from Oklahoma in the southern part of the United States. A native of Massachusetts, a famous local oil tycoon.

"Mr. Hawke's usual hobby is raising various animals, and his son, Mr. Paul, and his daughter, Ms. Anne, were influenced by him and gradually started to have the same hobby."

Jiang Xia nodded and continued: "In order to let others see those smart animals, Paul and Annie established this circus and started touring around the world. This is also the origin of the name of this circus."

Maya Hashimoto was a little surprised: "Have you heard of this circus?"

Jiang Xia smiled and waved the flyer in his hand at him: "It seems that your observation skills still need to be improved."

Maya Hashimoto looked at it in confusion, and then realized that everything the staff said was on the flyer - this guy read it to them exactly as it was in the flyer.

Maya Hashimoto: "..."

The dedicated temporary worker with a short memory cleared his throat and continued the introduction. He pointed to the photo on the flyer—a photo of a foreign man wearing a cowboy hat, glasses, and a bushy mustache.

"This is the director behind the circus, Mr. Hawke." The staff member said:

"I heard that his latest hobby is traveling around the circus with his two children and visiting animals from all over the world. Unlike many other wealthy people, Mr. Hawke never brings bodyguards. He said that for generations, their family has It’s all about cowboys, he’s going to protect his own life.”

"That's it." Maya Hashimoto looked at the foreign man on the flyer, and then at the old FBI who was surrounded by reporters. He was a little confused: He knew the truth, but why did these reporters call the FBI Mr. Hawke? ? ——These two people look a bit similar, but they are two completely different people.

Across the street, James, who was surrounded, was sweating profusely: "You misunderstood, I'm really not that Randy Hawke - I have something else to do, can you let me go first?"

The reporters didn't listen at all. When they heard that he was going to leave, they blocked the road even tighter:

"I heard that you donated half of the circus's income to the zoos wherever you go. Is this true?"

"You haven't been to Tokyo for three years. What changes do you feel this time? What made you decide to set foot here again?"

"Are you interested in investing in other industries?"

Amid the buzzing questions, James' eyes twitched wildly. Although he had no evidence, he suspected that he was being tricked by some sinister guys again. In a hurry, he blurted out: "I can't give answers to all the questions at the same time!"

The onlookers on the other side of the road: "!"

Suzuki Sonoko saw the old gentleman roaring to the sky and showed sympathy: "A cowboy can only be surrounded by reporters in a modern city. It's really pitiful."

Mouri Ran was a little worried: "I remember that this old man was not in good health. I took him to the hospital before... If he gets angry, he won't have another attack."