Conan’s Corpse Picker

Mao Lilan, who was clearing the table, suddenly realized when he heard this: "So, it's him as expected."

"..." That's not what Conan wanted to say, but he couldn't sum it up at the moment. He had to rely on his feelings and said, "Don't you think this... is a bit strange?"

"Are you trying to say that this is fishing for law enforcement?" Mao Lilan understood immediately and laughed, "You are still young and don't understand this. In fact, when Xinyi is solving a case, he will also deliberately say some words to provoke the prisoner to do something. Perform certain actions and then be caught quickly - this is also a necessary skill for detectives, just like ripening an abscess and then treating it thoroughly. "

"?" Conan retorted, "How can I..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused: It seems like he has actually done something like this before.

And there are quite a few.

"... Could it be that I have double standards?" After a moment of silence, Conan reflected silently in his heart, "That's right, we can't go to Yoshinoya every day. If we don't have time to go there one day, Mrs. Yoshino is unfortunately killed, and the matter will be irreversible. ”

"Looking at it this way, Jiang Xia's behavior is no different from the prisoners he used to beat up. It's just a kind of slightly violent kindness. Maybe I'm overthinking..."

…

Although Mrs. Yoshino's case is just an ordinary case among countless cases, not only Conan, but others are always thinking about it inexplicably.

In class on the second day, Mao Lilan held her chin and stared at the illustrations in the textbook: "..." I don't know why, but I always felt that the tall man who commissioned Jiang Xia a few days ago looked familiar. Especially the back he turned when he left...

"Where have you seen it before?" Mao Lilan sighed, poking at the blank corner of the textbook with the tip of his pen, muttering in his heart, "And every time I think about it, I feel very dull and depressed. Could it be that... I Are you allergic to people with this build?”

Next to her, Suzuki Sonoko glanced this way, gradually sweating profusely.

After a moment, thinking about the friendship between best friends that had been as strong as iron since childhood, she finally couldn't help but whisper: "Xiaolan, Xiaolan!"

Mao Lilan was in a daze and had no reaction.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at the approaching teacher, became cruel, and stretched out her hand to poke him.

Mao Lilan came back to her senses: "Yuanzi? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" A bright color suddenly broke into her sight. Judy had already walked off the podium at some point. She leaned in front of Mao Lilan and said with a smile in Japanese with a strange tone, "This question I should ask - Classmate Xiaolan, are you listening to my lecture? "

"?!" Mao Lilan was completely awake and nodded with a guilty conscience, "I, I...I listened."

"Yeah." Judy raised her hand and pointed the direction of the blackboard with the chalk in her hand. There was a huge "X" drawn on the blackboard. "Then tell me, what does this symbol mean?"

Mao Lilan: "Is it the wrong number, or... is it a capital X?"

There was a burst of sympathetic laughter in the class. At the next table, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't bear to watch and covered her face.

She was about to explain the meaning of the symbols to her distracted best friend, when suddenly the bell rang.

"Oh, it's time for get out of class to end." Judy looked at her watch and smiled at Mao Lilan, "Then ask Xiaolan to guess the meaning of 'X' - you must think of the correct answer before class next time Oh, this is a cute meaning that all girls should know.”

What does cute mean?

Mao Lilan nodded blankly: "Okay."

…

There was another math class, and soon it was time to get out of school.

Mao Lilan's thoughts were forcibly pulled back by an "X". As a good student, she had to stop thinking about the strange tall man and began to seriously guess what Teacher Judy meant by "X".

"Yuanzi." After thinking for a while without thinking of anything, Mao Lilan began to ask for help from outside. She asked furtively, "Have you attended the class before?"

"Of course I did." Suzuki Sonoko proudly held up her chest, and said before Mao Lilan spoke, "But I won't tell you! - Your serious thinking look is quite cute, I want to watch it for a while!"

Mao Lilan: "..." You are really my best friend.

It was still early, so the two of them planned to go shopping elsewhere as usual.

As soon as she walked out of a street, Suzuki Sonoko looked somewhere thoughtfully. Then her eyes lit up. She waved to a bookstore in front of her: "Jiang Xia!"

Jiang Xia turned around and revealed a primary school student in front of him who was reading a mystery magazine intently.

Interrupted Conan: "..."

…

"The detective agency's magazine is a bit out of date, and the boss is too lazy to order new ones, so I plan to come over and buy some myself."

Jiang Xia was in a good mood and met the three classmates who symbolized good luck. He glanced at Mao Lilan and said, "What are you worried about?"

Mao Lilan nodded, and she looked at the detective who always knew a lot: "Do you know what the special meaning of the capital 'X' is?"

"'X'?" Conan asked curiously, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Mao Lilan: "Teacher Judy mentioned this when chatting in class. She also said that it has a cute meaning that every girl should know."

Conan touched his chin and fell into brainstorming: "In addition to the general letters, one of the most common uses of Some places will also have an 'X' posted, which means minors are not allowed to enter..."

Jiang Xia couldn't listen any more: "Is this cute?"

Conan: "..."Okay, these meanings are indeed not very cute.

"Speaking of which..."

Conan suddenly remembered something: when his mother, Kudo Yukiko, wrote to him, she would occasionally write "XXX to Shinichi", and said that it meant "啾啾啾".

"Could it mean kissing? And the kind of kissing on the cheek?" Conan guessed secretly, "It's not right, the teacher would teach this kind of thing in class? I must be wrong..."

Beside him, Jiang Xia took out his mobile phone.

It would be a pity if he didn't send more interesting puzzles to a few people from the FBI. To deal with the riddlers, he would have to use other riddlers.

Thinking of this, he randomly shook out a lucky person in the contact list:

[to Curacao

Long time no see, what are you busy with recently?

XXX]

...

A city in the distance.

Curacao, who had just finished her busy work, felt her pocket vibrate and took out her mobile phone to take a look.

Seeing the sender clearly, she trembled all over, crushed the email at a speed that ordinary people could not reach, and put the phone back as it was.

Unfortunately, although she wanted to pretend nothing happened, her excellent intelligence gathering ability hurt her a lot at this moment - those few lines of words appeared clearly in her mind, clearer than on the screen.