Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 81 Anonymous is Suspected of Fraud Asking for a Monthly Pass ()

But fortunately, although Toru Amuro and Conan felt that something was wrong. But the two high school girls obviously didn't think much about it.

With passers-by assisting them, they believed even more in Anonymous' words.

Suzuki Sonoko was particularly frightened—whether it was the "ghost" mentioned by Anonymous or the "newly discovered corpse" mentioned by passers-by, they were all women with dyed hair. She... she also dyed her hair!

She is still young, and she hasn't found the handsome guy she wants... She doesn't want to die!

...

Frightened for a while, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

Wait, since the woman in black in front of me has brought up this matter, could it be...she has a way to solve it?

Suzuki Sonoko asked in a low voice: "Then you... do you have any suggestions?"

Anonymous nodded lightly: "Of course." Then, she stretched out her hand, "Give me the camera."

"okay!"

Without hesitation, Sonoko Suzuki took off the camera hanging around his neck and put it in Unknown's hand.

Jiang Xia was very satisfied with her obedience and persuasion.

Anonymous raised his hand, lowered the brim of his hat, and said softly, "That's all right—go play, don't go near the beach."

Then she straightened her skirt and left gracefully with the camera.

The whole set of actions is very natural and very confident, as if saving people should be such a process.

Wait for her to walk more than ten meters.

Several other talents came back to their senses one after another.

"...That." Amuro Toru jumped out of the corner of his eyes, and looked at Suzuki Sonoko, "Don't you think she looks like a magic stick who is specially here to trick your camera?"

Suzuki Sonoko clasped her hands in front of her chest, tears streaming down her face: "I believe her!" It didn't matter if the camera was on or not, she didn't want to be dragged into the wilderness and stabbed!

Amuro sighed deeply.

Having such naive citizens may be one of the reasons for their heavy workload...

...

As a serious psychic who has studied for many years, Jiang Xia's ability to manipulate puppets is of course certified.

——He can manipulate the puppet in the air like a marionette.

Can also be attached directly to a puppet.

However, since the puppet has not yet been upgraded, it is difficult to control both at the same time.

So when Jiang Xia possesses the puppet, his body will be very silent.

But fortunately, other people's attention is still on Anonymous, and no one is going to chat with Ontology.

...

The pottery classroom is very close to the homestay.

Jiang Xia drove the puppet to find a beach chair before the main body left the field of vision, lay flat and hung up the phone.

Then his consciousness temporarily returned to his body, and he entered the pottery classroom with others, found a stool and sat down, continued to doze off and hang up.

—— Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko are very considerate and will not disturb him. As for Amuro Toru... starting from Shanni Temple, Jiang Xia slept like this all the way, Amuro Toru should be used to it.

...

After installing the body.

Jiang Xia's consciousness left the pottery classroom, returned to the puppets again, and drove the Miyano Akemi brand puppets to act.

Anonymous lay comfortably on the beach chair, with the camera that the killer cared about very much by his hand.

Not long after lying down, a shadow suddenly fell in front of my eyes.

Anonymous pushed the brim of his hat and raised his head.

She saw a man in a floral shirt and beach pants walking up to her.

Masahiko Michiri blinked, and issued a grand invitation: "I know a good restaurant, do you want to try it together? ——I treat you."

The person on the recliner looked at him for a while, leaned on the armrests and lazily got up, the skirt swept the sand, making a small sound.

Soon, Masahiko Michiri heard her say in a friendly and happy way, "Okay."

...

Masahiko Dori was startled.

When he got closer, he realized that this was actually a very beautiful woman.

Masahiko Michiri: "..." That's great.

- Damn pretty women!

Especially this kind of slut that anyone can date.

He let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart, and the scene of stabbing and disemboweling the person in front of him couldn't help appearing in his mind.

But as a senior murderer who had already killed four people, he calmly restrained the expression that shouldn't appear, turned to the side in a gentlemanly manner, and began to lead the way.

...

Masahiko Michiri chose a mountain road, which was very remote.

People feel safe in a familiar place, and the same goes for a murderer—Masahiko Michiri once tortured and killed a woman in this neighborhood, so he has a lot of affection for this place.

On the way, he used reasons such as "the environment over there is better" and "I know a very beautiful scenic spot" to lead Anonymous to the deep mountain.

After walking a long way, making sure the screaming here doesn't attract other people.

Masahiko Michiri no longer controlled his expression.

He pulled out the knife from his pocket and turned around with a smirk.

Then he was hit hard on the top of the head with a stick.

The wooden stick fell with the sound of the wind, and the moment it hit, a golden flower seemed to explode in front of Masahiko Michiri's eyes.

His hand trembled, and the knife fell with a bang.

Masahiko Michiri covered his head, and took two steps back in horror and confusion. In his blurred vision, he saw that "weak woman in black dress" weighed the wooden stick he had just picked up in his hand, and was staring at him with eyes of uncontrollable surprise.

Daori Masahiko touched the blood on his head, and then looked at the smile on Unknown's face, as if being poured head-on by a basin of ice water.

……how so?

Is there something wrong?

The script is not like that! Obviously it should be the other way around...

boom--!

Unnamed walked up to him with the hem of his skirt, raised his hand, and dropped another stick.

...

A few minutes later.

The shikigami on Michiri Masahiko's lap may have died too badly and was extremely stubborn.

Masahiko Daori had already been beaten into a pig's head, Jiang Xia couldn't find a good place to attack, but the shikigami still showed no sign of letting go.

Jiang Xia: "..." We can't waste any more time, the main body is still hanging up in the pottery classroom.

...I have to find a way to get the shikigami as soon as possible.

...

After all, Daoli Masahiko is a majestic eight-foot man, very resistant to beatings.

When Jiang Xia was distracted for a moment, he had time to wipe away the blood that flowed from his eyes, and ran away scrambling.

Just now, of course, he also tried to resist, but he gave up after a few seconds—he couldn't feel the hope of "winning" at all. The opponent's strength and reaction speed are not like a delicate woman at all, and they are simply too powerful to be human.

Once this impression appeared, when Masahiko Michiri looked at Anonymous again, he suddenly felt her faint smile, as if the makeup painted on the face of the corpse by the mortician remained unchanged, giving off a chill that did not belong to a living person.

"..." For a moment, Masahiko Michiro suspected that the people he had killed gathered together and turned into female ghosts, who came to seek revenge on him.

Just as I thought of this, a sentence suddenly came from behind me: "Don't run, I won't beat you anymore."

Daoli Masahiko's heart tightened, and he yelled: "A woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost, he doesn't believe it!"

But the phrase "I won't hit you anymore" was too attractive to him.

Masahiko Michiri couldn't help but look back with a little hope.

Seeing Anonymous throw away the wooden stick casually, he smiled harmlessly at him.

"..." Masahiko Daori stopped hesitantly. He looked at the weapons on the ground, then at Anonymous, almost weeping with joy, and confirmed again and again in disbelief, "Is it really not going to be fought?"

"Of course." The woman nodded.

Suddenly, a bloody and deep knife cut opened in her abdomen, followed by another one, and another... Her skin and internal organs kept rolling outwards, wriggling and expanding, like a gaping bloody mouth.

... This is exactly what happened to those people who were killed by Masahiko Michiri in the past.

Masahiko Michiri screamed, his throat was blocked, and his scalp was numb—it is impossible for a living person to be broken like this, and he continued to stand... Those people, those people are back! ! !

In the extreme panic, he heard Anonymous continue the words just now and said faintly: "If you accidentally break it, you won't be able to slice it properly."

There was a dead silence in the deep forest for a few seconds.

Then suddenly there was a throat-ripping scream.

Daori Masahiko panicked and ran wildly, his huge desire to survive made him explode at extremely high speed. The mountain wind whistled in my ears, and the blood on the top of my head flowed down my eyes, blurring my vision.

Amidst the crimson, he heard a friendly reminder from behind: "Don't run around, the mountains are very dangerous."

Daoli Masahiko ignored him and strode forward.

Then suddenly there was nothing under his feet.