Conan’s Corpse Picker

Vodka: "..." Humph, you uneducated guy, have you ever heard of a mantis stalking a cicada and an oriole behind it? You only saw the target in front of you acting alone, didn't you expect that you were also acting alone?

Everything is about to open, and the building has become Uzo's stage, and only a fool would walk in for free.

However, Uzo’s identity cannot be revealed at will, and someone must complete the organization’s tasks...

After a brief weighing, "Mr. Yamada" shamelessly decided to sell his teammates.

He cleared his throat and said sternly: "Although the exits of this hotel are limited, there are many windows. What if the guy senses something is wrong and escapes through the window? - We can't all enter the building, we must Someone needs to stay outside to keep an eye on it.”

After a pause, he said in a hesitant tone: "Are you worried that you are no match for that weak fat man and want me to follow you to embolden you?"

Calvados snorted coldly and hung up the phone without mentioning letting him enter the building.

Vodka looked at the darkened screen and breathed a sigh of relief.

…

"Mr. Rika, it's not that room. It needs to be further to the left."

Downstairs, Mao Lilan looked at the building that was gradually lighting up, and guided the three sports stars who wanted to spell the word "K".

"With so many rooms, this is really a big project." Suzuki Sonoko stretched her neck, "Why don't you ask the staff to help? One person per floor, it can be completed in a few times."

Jiang Xia also looked up: "Maybe it's more memorable to do it yourself."

When Mao Lilan heard this, she turned around in surprise: "Yes, that's what they just told me." As expected of Jiang Xia, he could easily deduce other people's thoughts.

Hattori Heiji heard the praise in her words and snorted: "What's so surprising about this? Isn't this the most basic reasoning? - I also know that the reason why they asked Xiaolan to help watch from the outside is because The three of them are all celebrities. If one of them were to take charge, it would be easy for passers-by to watch, so I had to ask others to help.”

Vodka glanced at him from a distance, with a vague look of disgust towards the stupid student: "..." Sure enough, it was too far away from Tokyo and the training he usually received was not enough - how could Uzo do things so easily? This must be just a superficial reason, but there must be something hidden behind it. "

Thinking this, Vodka couldn't help but retreat away from the building.

At this time, another sound came from the walkie-talkie in Mao Lilan's hand. Rekadis asked: "Xiaolan, look again, is it almost done now?"

Mao Lilan came back to her senses and quickly looked at the building. She counted the number of floors: "The rightmost room in the lower right corner of the word 'K' is not lit yet."

"Oh, I actually forgot about that." Recadis said as he went out and walked to the next room that needed to be lit.

Mao Lilan suddenly spotted another dark shadow. She looked up and said to the baseball star: "Mr. Mike, the curtains in the room you are in now are half-draped. Remember to open them."

As soon as he finished speaking, two seconds later, a figure pulled the curtain aside, and the baseball star's voice came from the intercom: "Ok!"

"Okay." Mao Lilan looked at the word "K" that was gradually taking shape, feeling very accomplished. "The lights in the room that Mr. Rika is responsible for have also been turned off - yes, there is only one room left, and it is completely completed."

Just as he was talking, Rekadis' voice sounded on the intercom: "Okay."

As he spoke, the last room in the lower right corner was lit up - in an instant, a beautiful and complete "K" appeared on the building.

"It's done!"

The crowd of onlookers also shouted excitedly. At this moment, as if in response to their cheers, there was a "bang", a firework-like sound exploded from upstairs, and the window of a certain room shattered.

"...What's the movement?"

"fireworks?"

"No, there are no fireworks, it's gunshots! Someone fired!!"

Onlookers fled in all directions.

Vodka found a shelter nearby and squatted down, observing the building vigilantly: "Could it be Calvados who fired the gun? In full view of the public... he shouldn't be so reckless?"

…

a minute ago.

Calvados followed the American reporter all the way to Room 203.

The American reporter opened the door and entered. Before the door was completely closed, Calvados passed by quietly and secretly put something on the keyhole.

The door clicked shut. After a few seconds, Calvados leaned against the door, listened, and silently turned the doorknob.

He ducked in. Looking at the short, fat man standing by the window looking out at the square, Calvados took out a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic from the bag on his waist.

One step, two steps...

He looked at the back of the American reporter, showed a sneer, and slowly raised his hands.

At this moment, there was a roar, and the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

"?!" Calvados instinctively rolled away and huddled under the coffee table.

Almost at the same time, there was a bang. The guy who pushed open the door raised his pistol and shot the figure standing by the window.

The American reporter was shot without any suspense. He groaned and fell to the ground.

Calvados looked at the unlucky man not far away in shock, with a hint of fear mixed with confusion and anger - if he had hesitated for even a second when avoiding... then the shot just now would have been a heavy blow. onto him.

…Just like last night at the wedding venue!

Again?

Why has my luck been so bad these past two days?

Calvados’ eyes twitched slightly, and he wanted to curse.

However, facing an unknown gunman, he had no time to think at this moment. He could only hold his breath, raise his hand to hold the gun on his waist, and prepare for a life-and-death confrontation.

However, unexpectedly, the assailant did not enter the house—after shooting the American reporter, the man hurriedly threw the pistol into the room, then turned around and ran away, and the footsteps quickly faded away.

Calvados: “…?”

After a moment of confusion, he remembered his experience when he entered the house, and vaguely understood: “So that’s it. The lights in the corridor were on, but the lights in this room were off. So the guy who shot just now needed some time to adapt to the dimming light and could not see the situation in the house at the first time.

“I hid fast enough, he didn’t see me, so he only killed the reporter standing by the window… He was also coming for this drug dealer? "

Calvados thought about who the visitor might be.

...Then he quickly gave up thinking.

--A reporter who specializes in reporting celebrity scandals and a drug dealer...People who want to kill him might be able to fill up this hotel.