Conan’s Corpse Picker

Calvados murmured to himself: "Maybe the administrators can see how long everyone viewed the photos from the background, so they will kick out those who close quickly, thinking that they are not pure enough fans?"

The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.

With this thought in mind, Calvados clicked on Belmode's forum to verify his conjecture and see if closing the photo in advance would get him kicked.

But……

"If it is removed, my level, collected illustrated books, and the out-of-print titles I have worked so hard to save will all be cleared."

Calvados's mouse hovered over the close button, and it was difficult to lower it.

After a while, when the photo closed automatically, he gritted his teeth and returned to the previous interface, re-entered Jiang Xia's forum, and immersed himself in answering questions.

——It’s just a question for two hours. Is his love for the goddess only worth these two hours?

Of course not only!

Thinking of this, Calvados gritted his teeth and answered the questions harder.

At the same time, he felt a hint of regret in his heart: "I was still too lazy. If I had become the administrator of the forum, I would have known the rules of the backstage directly without having to think of ways to try. It's all my fault. Why do they always arrange for me those long-term arrangements? A month and a half of tracking missions? I can't pass the assessment and become a manager after being missing for so long..."

However, the matter has come to this, and it is too late to regret.

Calvados could only answer the question harder...

Then, after enduring the glare of the annoying guy in the photo for a few seconds... I was kicked out of the forum again.

"..."

With a bang, in a room in Osaka, an innocent laptop was punched to pieces.

…

hours ago.

When the bride's brother was being escorted into a police car with his head downcast.

In the "Passers-by Mutual Aid Association".

Seeing the identical behavior of the Osaka police and Tokyo police when facing Jiang Xia, Curaçao recovered from the loss of Xiaowu coins again, and had the illusion that Jiang Xia was still in Tokyo.

Obviously, she was not the only one who felt the same way. Chianti was already typing: "When did this guy wrap up the police in Osaka!" ]

Vodka: "..." That's right! If you develop your power indiscriminately, brother, you don’t care about it anymore!

He was about to sing along with Chianti, which alerted Brother Gin. However, before he had time to type, the unreliable sniper's attention had already moved to another thing.

Chianti: [Speaking of which, when the groom's body was discovered, the "gunshots" were actually made by the bird repellent - you guys, you guys can't even hear the real and fake gunshots! ]

"..."

The corners of Vodka's eyes were twitching wildly, and he finally couldn't help but choked: "Aren't you the same!" ]

Cohen bubbled: [The sound of gunfire is very similar to the sound of firecrackers, not to mention that it is still spinning around in the monitor, and the distortion is normal. ]

Vodka: "..." That makes sense, but why didn't you say anything when Chianti was chirping just now? Only then did he slowly come out to speak out?

Behind the screen on the other side.

Gin didn't care about winning or losing the bet. He watched the development of things silently, and suddenly found that the problem he was worried about just now had been solved.

——Unlike civilian wives who are likely to sell off their assets and spend the rest of their lives with a large amount of money, the Hatakeyama family understands how quickly money begets money. These people who are full of capital will never let the money go to waste. They will only continue to run the club.

But now that the shares are dispersed, and another family head has just died, the organization can intervene at this time, not only to continue the previous cooperation, but even to take advantage of the situation... to provide help in the snow and obtain more benefits.

Not only did this not disturb the organization's plan, but it overfulfilled the task - if it were anyone else who came to knock on it, even if he personally took action, it would be impossible to do it more beautifully than it is now.

[good. ]

Thinking about Uzo and the other weird guys in the organization, Gin typed a few words: "He is still as measured as before." ]

——In this aspect, you should also learn more from him.

Others: "..."

They didn't know Calvados' mission tonight. In addition, the impressive incident of "the shotgun was found, and when they were sweating for Calvados, a murderer suddenly took the initiative to take the blame" happened just now, so when I saw that sentence Proper, everyone couldn't help but think differently.

Chianti: [Yeah, I can’t tell that the Uzo people are pretty good. When they found the gun just now, I thought Calvados was doomed. ]

Cohen: "..."

He opened the mailbox silently, preparing to give Chianti a good reminder so that his colleague, who had not turned around for a while, should not take it lightly.

In the distance, Curacao, who was on a business trip, saw these two adjacent sentences and couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

"Uzo protected Calvados from the wind and rain, but that guy was also responsible for this Category 16 typhoon. How could that shrewd Gin not see through such a simple thing?"

Curacao only felt a chill slowly sliding down his spine: "Or is it that Gin already felt that it was natural for the passing cadres to be played by Uzo, as long as he didn't play it wrong?"

"This guy who helps the gangsters... Although in some aspects, Uzo is indeed outstanding to a level that even 100 trash bundles can't match, but is Gin's idea really based on his own will?"

Curaçao has always felt that Gin is a very dangerous person.

Now he has become more dangerous, but it seems to be in a completely different sense.

Thinking of Gin's figure again at this time, Curacao only felt that behind the dark figure, there seemed to be another deeper curtain.

"I'd better try to have less contact with Gin in the future." Curacao sighed silently, "Fortunately, Rum and Gin don't get along well, and we have few intersections... but we must have less in the future."

"Of course, it would be great if I could be transferred out of Tokyo to work somewhere else once and for all. But Rum refused to approve it, and I couldn't use the reason of "avoiding Uzo" to request a transfer. If I remember correctly, Rum wanted to dig Uzo under his command..."

The more he thought about it, the deeper Curacao's resentment towards Rum became.

Realizing that her mentality was not right, she suddenly woke up and silently recited the anti-ouzo rules she got from Vodka: Although she always felt that this thing was useless, she was just sitting there... What if it was really useful?

...

Vodka didn't know that he had successfully preached.

At this time, he was busy sorting out this latest case and planned to review it afterwards to find out his shortcomings.