Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 2810 2814 [Red Undercover·Tequila]

"this……"

The hotel staff looked at room 2004 and hesitated - even if relatives were visiting, it didn't seem very good to open the guest's door without permission.

But I remembered that the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door had been hanging for a while, just in case the guests inside really had any underlying diseases...

After hesitating for a moment, the hotel staff finally took out the universal key card and opened the door for them.

After a few people entered the room, the staff immediately closed the door and left: This is what the child requested. If the guest is dissatisfied with this... please spank him as much as you want. It has nothing to do with the hotel.

The door clicked shut.

Several clients who came in showed smiles of satisfaction.

The fashionable man touched Conan's head and praised: "Little brother, you are so smart."

The Mediterranean man glanced at the room, and his eyes quickly stopped at one place: "Here! - This bastard, our hair almost fell out looking for him, and he actually had the nerve to lie down on the desk and sleep leisurely."

With that said, the three clients walked over aggressively: "Mr. Itakura, wake up, it's time to work."

Itakura Zhuo was lying in front of the table, motionless.

The clients couldn't help but feel their foreheads twitching slightly as they looked at the guy pretending to sleep, and stretched out their hands to push him.

With a heavy push, the person lying in front of the table stiffened and tilted to one side, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground.

As he fell down, his face was suddenly exposed - it was a face twisted in pain. Itakura Taku opened his eyes wide, foamed at the mouth, and pressed his hands on his chest. He looked like he was dead.

"..."

"?!!!"

"Mr. Itakura——!!"

…

Jiang Xia crossed the three clients, walked to Itakura Zhuo, knelt down and looked at him.

Then he shook his head helplessly: "It's been almost a day since he died."

Hearing this, the clients felt a thump in their hearts, but it was not too thumping: they had already expected it when Itakura Zhuo fell just now - this person seemed to be hard.

Mediterranean looked at Itakura covering his heart, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Conan: "You just said... he had a heart attack, how did you know?"

Conan: "..."

——He just wanted to make the words more serious and trick the staff into opening the door, but he didn't expect that his words came true. This person actually died. It seemed that he died of a sudden illness.

Seeing that the three clients were looking at Conan more and more wrongly, Jiang Xia stood up and wiped his hands: "Let's call the police first."

…

It took a while for the police to arrive.

Two minutes passed, and the clients finally recovered from the shock of seeing the corpse, and began to look elsewhere.

There was a medicine bottle lying crooked on the table, the bottle cap fell beside it, and a little of the pills in the bottle were scattered out.

The fashionable young man looked at the bottle and sighed: "I thought Mr. Itakura said that he had a bad heart just to find an excuse to delay the project. I didn't expect that he really had a bad heart - from the looks of it, he should He died just like that because he didn't have time to take medicine."

Mushroom Head said speechlessly: "You have a heart disease and you dare to hide and live alone. Isn't this just looking for trouble?"

Conan also looked at the dead clue in front of him, feeling extremely disappointed and not knowing what to say for a moment.

However, as he looked at it, his eyes suddenly froze: It always felt a little strange... No, this man did not die of a heart attack, but of a murder!

"Is it possible that Itakura Takutō is hiding in Tibet not only to avoid those clients, but also to avoid the black organization?"

A thought flashed through Conan's mind, making him perk up: "I remember the mushroom-headed client said that when he passed by that member of the Kansai Organization two years ago, the other party said to Itakura Taku The phrase 'you have no use value anymore' - isn't this the preposition of silence."

"After two years, it's only now that Taku Itakura was silenced. This organization is surprisingly patient. Or is there some inside story that I don't know about?"

Conan paced back and forth, excited in his heart: "Anyway, as long as you have been here, you will leave traces - it is not that I have never seen members of the organization in the past, but at that time, I had no evidence and could not let the police arrest people, so I could only watch. Watching them slip away from under my nose.

"But this time it's different! This time they clearly killed a programmer." Conan's heartbeat became more and more violent:

"As long as I find the evidence and ask the police to catch the person before the organization is silenced, I can effectively detain a member of the black organization - after being in jail for a long time, I still worry that he will not leak the organization's information. News?"

Thinking of this, Conan stood up and looked around with sharp eyes.

Soon, his eyes stopped on a luggage bag next to him.

The zipper of the duffel bag was open, and through the opening, you could see that there were a lot of messy things inside.

One of the disks was also among them. It had a label with the word "diary" written on it.

"Taku Itakura actually has the habit of writing diaries on disks?"

For a moment, Conan felt as if a pie fell from the sky and hit him in front of him.

"Although the capacity of the disk is not large, it is easy to record text. This disk looks to be a bit old - if I am lucky, maybe I can find the contact between Taku Itakura and the member of the Kansai Organization two years ago. Record."

"That organization must have wanted to ask Itakura Taku to make something, so that I can find out the ultimate purpose of that organization."

--This disk must be obtained!

...

When Conan was secretly excited.

Next to him, Jiang Xia shook his empty coffee and looked down at this mini classmate who was walking around the corpse, looking gloomy for a while and excitedly clenching his fists for a while.

Soon his eyes followed Conan's line of sight and fell on the disk.

"If I remember correctly, there is a written record of Tequila's visit to Itakura Taku."

Thinking of the former colleague who only lost an ordinary Shikigami after his death, Jiang Xia shook his head in disdain and worried about the organization's interview standards.

--This "Tequila" comrade's two actions, one of which was killed by a passerby murderer as soon as he appeared, causing the organization to almost lose a transaction amount and a transaction list. The other time, he failed to see through the mystery in Itakura Taku's diary, exposing the organization's goal... The whole person lived like a short-lived Red Party undercover.

"Could it be that being tall and having a fierce expression is also one of the criteria for the organization to select cadres?"

Jiang Xia thought about it briefly, but he didn't understand, so he didn't bother to care about it anymore.

He remembered another thing: "If I remember correctly, after Tequila died, the next person in charge of the transaction with Itakura Taku... was my dear colleague, Mr. Vodka."