Conan’s Corpse Picker

Akai Shuichi said sincerely: "Now in full view of the public, in order to maintain his image in society, 'Mr. Yamada' should not refuse to send the Maori lady to the hospital.

"But when this incident passes...Privately, he might think that Jiang Xia has caused trouble to him and secretly helped this peripheral member.

"But forget it, it's not a big problem. As long as I find time to find something for Vodka, he won't have time to do this - according to this guy's character, if he finds himself being targeted by me, he will definitely hide further away The better, so he won't have time to trouble Jiang Xia."

Before Vodka turned this way, Shuichi Akai turned around and left quietly - he wanted to rush to the parking lot before Vodka and drive the car out for follow-up.

…

Among Chinese restaurants.

Like a forcibly requisitioned serf, Vodka approached reluctantly and "enthusiastically" helped.

"Damn it, how did this kid know I was in the store." Vodka learned from the pain and secretly reviewed his bad experience today:

"Could it be that my decision to have a good meal today because of the excessive work pressure was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but was influenced by Uzo?"

"...It's impossible. I haven't had any contact with Uzo recently. I can't be so awesome no matter what. Thinking about it rationally - maybe there are his minions in this Chinese restaurant. When that person sees me coming to dine, , and reported me to Uzo immediately?”

This is much more reasonable.

While greeting Uzo's ancestors in his heart, Vodka walked to the parking lot not far away, and then he began to debate whether he should step on the accelerator and run away, or drive the car back to the restaurant honestly.

The door of the restaurant.

Conan never expected that Vodka was here and became an enthusiastic driver who was about to take them to the hospital.

... Let this kind of guy pick up Xiaolan? Is this really possible?

Beside him, Jiang Xia seemed to see his doubts. The considerate classmate patted his head and comforted him: "Don't worry. Mr. Yamada's driving skills are very good, and he will definitely be able to send Xiaolan to the hospital as quickly as possible."

Conan's eyes twitched wildly: "..." Nonsense, can Gin be a bad driver? He wasn't worried about that. What he was worried about was obviously "contact with vodka" itself.

But then I thought about it, and it seemed that my group had been in contact with Vodka a lot. Once, they were even trapped on an isolated island with Vodka and spent several days together...

"Forget it." Conan still put the matter of "sending Mao Lilan for medical treatment" first. He comforted himself in his heart, "Looking at the bright side, isn't this the 'opportunity to contact the black organization' that I dreamed of? ——Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, because of today’s incident, I can get some key information from Vodka.”

Not long after, a car drove from a nearby parking lot and parked in front of the restaurant.

Conan grumbled and got into the car with his classmates.

Vodka: "...?" Even if I dislike you, why do you look so reluctant? ——What, did you feel wronged by taking my car? Or do you think I'm stealing the attention of your Mr. Uzuo?

Mentally beating up the kid, and thinking about 108 ways to strangle a kid, Vodka let out a sigh of relief and drove to a nearby hospital with a car full of people he wanted to die with.

On the way, Conan put his hand into his pocket, took it out again, put his hand into his pocket again, and took it out again.

Conan: "..." Damn it, I really want to install a bug and locator.

...No, hold on.

"Only a few of us came into contact with Vodka's car tonight. Once these two things are discovered by Vodka, they will undoubtedly become a terrible talisman."

Conan took a deep breath, pinched his palms, and reminded himself secretly: "Not only can I not pretend, I also have to pray that others don't pretend either."

After sitting quietly in the car, Conan became agitated again after being honest: "But the opportunity is rare. If we just get out of the car like this... it would be really unacceptable."

After thinking for a while, his eyes began to wander around the various smooth surfaces in the car: How about looking for vodka's fingerprints here? ——Although Vodka was always very cautious in the past, he had never succeeded in this regard. But today is a rare "accidental encounter", and here is Vodka's own car. Perhaps the cadres of this organization are careless and will accidentally leave traces in the car?

The ideal was very beautiful, but taking advantage of the noise of the vehicle, after taking out the tape and quietly sticking it on a few places that were easy to touch, Conan regretfully found that there were no traces of fingerprints in the car.

-Looking closer, Vodka is driving while wearing gloves.

Conan: "..."

Forget it, there are no fingerprints, then look for hair - vodka is a big living thing, it is impossible not to lose hair... huh? !

Looking at Vodka's majestic back, Conan realized one thing belatedly: This guy seemed to have never taken off his hat!

The back of the head exposed outside the hat was actually covered with hair gel. The hair was so strong that it would not fall off and be picked up by him.

Conan's pupils trembled slightly for a moment: It turns out that this black organization suit has such a profound meaning, which ensures to the greatest extent that these mysterious guys will not leave any traces in the outside world.

"He doesn't take off his gloves in his car, and wears a hat and gels his hair wherever he goes... How cautious is this Vodka guy?"

While he was naturally in awe of his enemy, Conan's trust in his friend was shaken again:

"This is completely different from what Haibara Ai said about him. It seems that Haibara's evaluation of the members of each organization cannot be trusted - after all, she is just a researcher, trustworthy in terms of professionalism, but forget about other aspects."

"But..."

A mature detective never gives up, and if one plan fails, he will think of another one. Conan soon had a new idea - Vodka does not lose hair, but what about his partner?

Although he also wore a hat, Gin did not put all his hair into the hat, and his long and flowing silver hair did not look like it had been sprayed with hairspray - in other words, as long as he lost his hair, it would sooner or later fall into the car with the wind.

Conan began to stare at the ground, trying to find some long light-colored hair... but unfortunately, he still found nothing.

Next to him, Jiang Xia couldn't help but glance at this neighbor with a wandering look: "..."What are you looking for? Could it be that you want to pick up a strand of Gin or Vodka's hair? That would disappoint him - Vodka's hair would not circulate at all, and Gin had not acted with Vodka for some time, so he naturally would not ride in this ordinary black car.