Conan’s Corpse Picker

After calling one after another, finally, another front desk gave feedback.

"He's in room 2004 of the Rice Flower Hotel!" Mediterranean made an excuse to talk to the front desk, hung up the phone, and felt that today's trip was worth it - he is indeed a detective, sitting in the detective office without moving a step, actually They caught out the slippery Itakura Taku.

He clenched his fists and said, "I'm going over there right away. I must let him make our company's software!"

It seemed that what he wanted more than the lost deposit was the chess software customized by Taku Itakura.

…

With a clear destination in mind, it didn't take long for several people to arrive at the hotel where Itakura Zhuo was hiding.

On the way, Conan thought of something and looked at the three clients: "Speaking of which, uncles should be competitors with each other. Why did you come to find the detective together?"

The fashionable young man sighed: "Taku Itakura arrogantly sent us a group email, and then we found out that he actually took three jobs at the same time - if in normal times, we are indeed competitors, but now, that liar is He is about to run away, so of course we three victims must unite and find him first.”

Mediterranean nodded: "So we made an appointment to meet at a place to discuss what to do. As we were talking, I proposed to come to the detective..."

"Wait a minute." The fashionable young man frowned, "Obviously I was the one who suggested finding a detective in the first place, why are you trying to steal the credit again?"

Conan, who thought he was going to say something big: "..."

But Mediterranean didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said: "You did say you wanted to find a detective, but the first person who thought of finding Mr. Jiang Xia was me - if I had found a useless detective, things wouldn't have gone as smoothly as they did now. "

Mushroom Head was not to be outdone: "You two are just talking. If I hadn't found Jiang Xia's contact information, you might still be talking on paper."

"..." Conan pulled Jiang Xia speechlessly and walked past them into the hotel: Adults are so childish.

…

Entering the hotel lobby, Jiang Xia looked around and looked at her watch.

Three noisy social beasts walked in. When they looked up and saw his wrist, the fashionable young man exclaimed: "Your watch is not bad, there is no need to change it."

Jiang Xia: "Change watch?"

Mediterranean smiled and explained: "That guy Itakura is very particular about watches, so - you see, before we came to him, the three of us invariably changed to a good watch."

Conan: "..." Aren't you Party A? Why are you as humble as three licking dogs, and you actually consider Itakura Taku's hobbies?

The three of them didn't think there was anything wrong: Taku Itakura was indeed a rare talent when it came to making software. Therefore, for their respective clubs, recovering the deposit is only a guaranteed solution - compared to this solution, they still prefer to get the software customized by Zhuo Itakura.

Therefore, although they all scolded Itakura Taku, they all planned to behave well after meeting the programmer so that Mr. Itakura could give priority to producing their customized software.

The three people involved secretly were very unpleasant to everyone.

At this time, the fashionable young man saw clearly the watches of the other two people and suddenly became happy: "What you two are wearing are not real luxury watches. It seems that this time, you will be kicked out by Itakura Taku again."

"?" The two of them were angry, and Mushroom Head said, "I just bought this five days ago, and the receipt is still at home!"

Mediterranean also snorted: "What do you know about watches? If you ask me, the one you have is a high imitation!"

Jiang Xia drank the canned coffee taken from the office, walked past them leisurely, and pressed the elevator button slowly.

Conan's ears hurt from the noise from the three people. While waiting for the elevator, he rubbed his ears and couldn't help but look at Jiang Xia: Sometimes, his neighbor has such a good temper that he has nothing to say.

…

Finally, with a ding, the elevator arrived.

The group of people walked into the elevator, Mediterranean touched the button and pressed the 20th floor.

The numbers on the electronic screen began to change. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the information he wanted, Conan's heart suddenly became uneasy.

"Is it really okay to just go there like this?"

Conan touched his chin, secretly worried in his heart: "If that Itakura Taku really has contact with the organization, and he is secretly meeting with a member of a black organization... Then when we open the door, wouldn't we send it up to them? Silence?"

"But this is a hotel, and there are five of us. The guys in that organization shouldn't be so arrogant. Didn't Mushroom Head survive his encounter with Tequila?"

"And even if I say I want to leave now, I'm afraid these people won't agree unless I tell Jiang Xia everything about the organization...

"No, then Jiang Xia would probably not leave. Thinking about it from his perspective, if I suddenly heard a detective tell me that there is a mysterious organization in Tokyo, how could I escape? I must get to the bottom of it."

...It seems that this time, I have to go to Itakura Taku's room no matter what.

…

The ascending elevator does not stop because of the messy thoughts of the fake primary school students.

Finally, the elevator stopped at the 20th floor, and the iron doors slid open to both sides.

Conan looked at the people walking out of the elevator and sighed tiredly: Forget it, now that the matter is over, let's be optimistic and think about how to get out of Itakura Taku what he said to the member of the Kansai accent organization two years ago. If so.

Next to him, Jiang Xia recognized the door number and walked to the door with the words 2004.

Looking down, there was a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle.

"Great!" The three clients were excited and whispered to each other, "It seems he is still in the room."

Jiang Xia nodded and pressed the doorbell.

Dingdong sounded, but no one opened the door.

"What's going on? Did this guy go to lunch?" Hai Dong frowned and looked at the closed door, "Or did he guess that we would come to the door and planned to avoid us?"

Just at this moment, a "beep" sound came from the corridor behind him.

Everyone looked back and saw that at the door of a room not far away, the hotel staff was helping a customer who forgot to bring his key to open the door.

After the door was opened, he tactfully reminded the guest: "We use electronic door locks here, so you'd better carry the door card with you."

"Okay." The guest smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The guest entered the room, and the hotel staff bowed slightly to him and planned to leave.

However, when I turned around, I didn't know when a smiling elementary school student appeared at my feet.

The fake elementary school student raised his cute face and showed a harmless smile: "Uncle, can you help me open my uncle's door? - We agreed to meet at this time, but he refused to open the door. He has a heart disease. He might die in the house."