Conan’s Corpse Picker

Early the next morning.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that a good dinner would turn out like this."

In the cafe near the hotel, Suzuki Sonoko stretched out and said boredly: "And that football star, even if he kills people, why is he still addicted to drugs? In order to attract people here, he must be working too hard. ”

Mao Lilan looked at the signed jersey, thinking about the gentle and friendly star, and sighed helplessly: "Fortunately, Shinichi was not there, otherwise the idol he has liked for so many years collapsed on the spot. I really don't know what he would have What do you think?”

"Cough, cough!" Hattori Heiji suddenly choked on the juice.

He took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and quietly glanced at the elementary school student next to him: "..." What a pity, Kudo Shinichi was not only present, but also deeply involved in the entire process. Now his house has probably collapsed to the point where nothing is left...

Sure enough, when Conan, who had just calmed down his mood, heard this topic, he suddenly became depressed again. He poked at the cake on the plate, breaking the innocent dessert into tiny pieces.

Mao Lilan accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, and belatedly remembered that this child was also a fan of Ray Katis. She quickly laughed awkwardly and changed the topic:

"Speaking of which, isn't there a football exhibition match today? Although Mr. Lei can't play, there are many other stars who are idle. Let's go and take a look."

"..." Conan doesn't want to hear the word "football" at all right now - if it weren't for the vodka fuss around him recently, he would have almost wanted to take off his football belt and throw it away.

Hearing the "exhibition match" at this time, and thinking that Ray Carteris would originally participate in that game, Conan suddenly became even more wilted. He waved his hand and said: "You go ahead, I'm not interested in football."

Jiang Xia stirred the straw: "Actually, I don't really like football either..."

"That's right! Why don't you go watch baseball." Hattori Heiji first suggested excitedly, but then he remembered something was wrong, "But there is no baseball game today, so you guys came at the wrong time."

In any case, except for Conan, no one in this group seems to really love football.

So the trip to watch the exhibition game was naturally canceled. After Izuku came out, the three girls started discussing where to hang out next.

At this time, Jiang Xia's phone buzzed with an email.

...These are useful emails that Noah filtered out from numerous spam emails.

Jiang Xia glanced at the proud round ball ghost next to him, took out his phone, and clicked on his mailbox.

Hattori Heiji accidentally glanced here, caught a certain keyword, and his eyes widened: "A commission? And it's a commission from Osaka people?"

Jiang Xia pressed the button to check the content, and nodded casually when he heard the words: "Maybe he saw the news the night before yesterday and knew that I was in Osaka, so he sent the email over."

Hattori Heiji's eyes twitched slightly: "I was also included in that news, and I am the famous Kansai Detective - why didn't he look for me?"

Suzuki Sonoko wondered: "I've read that newspaper too, but where is you in it?"

There happened to be a recent newspaper on the shelf next to it, and Hattori Heiji grabbed it: "It's right here! What do you look at?"

Yuan Shan and Ye turned their heads, looked at the photo in the newspaper that was taken in the dark night, and a pair of blurry eyes in the background of the photo, and laughed out loud.

Suzuki Sonoko didn't give him face like that. After being stunned for a while, when she finally found Hattori Heiji in the shadow, she pounded the table and laughed: "I finally know why you have solved so many cases but have no reputation. You and Jiang Xia's detective boss have the same problem - Why don't you invest in a newspaper that only publishes color newspapers? People won't be able to see this kind of black and white printing. "

Hattori Heiji's fist hardened: "You are not famous, I am very famous! It's just that not many people know me!"

Next to him, Conan held a straw in his mouth and nodded secretly: "..." Hattori Heiji is not famous perhaps for this reason, but the Amuro boss is actively hiding from the camera.

"Alas, speaking of suspicious persons, those two guys actually walked away last night." Conan thought of Vodka and Calvados who left the venue as passers-by, and briefly cheered up from the shock of his idol's collapse, "There's no time to be sad. Now, while I’m still in Osaka, I have to find out what the conspiracy of those two guys is.”

"But having said that, I have no idea where those two people are..."

Thinking of this, Conan sighed and could only secretly pray to meet those two people as soon as possible.

At this time, Jiang Xia put down her phone and asked, "Have you ever heard of the 'Sunflower Hotel'?"

"I know!" Yuan Shan and Ye like to play everywhere during their holidays, and they usually pay attention to strategies in this area. "It's the hotel that was just built recently. I heard it was designed by a well-known international architect. The entire restaurant will rotate slowly like a sunflower, giving you a 360-degree view of the surrounding scenery.”

Hattori Heiji heard more. He looked at Jiangxia: "Is your commission this time related to the Himawari Hotel?"

Jiang Xia responded.

When Suzuki Sonoko heard what Toyama Kazuha said, she found it interesting. She clapped her hands and said, "Today's itinerary is decided! I have nothing to do. Let's go to this hotel to have a look."

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Jiang Xia nodded and welcomed the initiative of this group of students: "I'll ask the client. He shouldn't mind a few more guests."

…

When several high school students were happily discussing the next trip.

On the other side.

After a busy night, Vodka and Calvados returned to the temporary base tiredly.

——A few hours ago, they went to the residence of the American reporter overnight, but failed to get the man's laptop.

Because before the two rushed there, someone sneaked into the hotel where the deceased was staying and took away such things.

"Who did it?" Vodka cursed while looking for nearby surveillance to find the guy who intercepted.

Next to him, Calvados remembered the information that passed by and couldn't help but said coldly: "How did you do the task? If we left the venue and rushed to the hotel as soon as possible, the things would not be lost at all."

Vodka couldn't help muttering: "I was indeed careless, what about you? Didn't you think about it?"

Calvados: "..."

He lost two guns in two days and was almost hit by bullets twice. When he left the banquet hall, his mind was full of the strange experiences of the past two days. As for the organization's mission... it was indeed forgotten.

The two losers looked at each other for a moment, then looked away at the same time with a guilty conscience, and concentrated on trying to find a way to remedy the situation.