Corpse collector in Conan

Jiang Xia was startled, then became interested. He did forget that Didan Middle School was going to hold a campus festival recently. He rarely counted the days deliberately, and just let the day take its course. Anyway, every day was fulfilling.

"Then let's go to school and have a look." Jiang Xia started to look forward to the campus festival like a normal student. "I hope everything goes well on the road."

Conan couldn't help but glance at him: He was just going to school, why did he pray in such a tone as if he were seeking scriptures from the West.

Jiang Xia didn't see his gaze, and was still thinking about the situation during the campus festival: in addition to the high school students of the school, there would also be many graduates or people from other schools participating that day. Those are all adults, and their mentality and respective experiences must be very interesting.

In the past few days, although the festival has not started yet, some people must have gathered in the school. Maybe this time I can develop some new varieties of murderous aura.

…

When Jiang Xia planned to enjoy his long-lost campus life.

In a secluded bedroom.

The TV was on, and Maya Hashimoto sat on the sofa boredly, browsing the reports on it.

What is playing on the screen at this time is a murder case that just happened. The case is quite tortuous. It tells the story of two old partners who have known each other for many years, predicting each other and stabbing each other in the back.

The peripheral members guarding him were also watching, and they hissed with emotion as they watched: "Stranger enemies are not scary. What I'm most afraid of is a sudden backstabbing by close friends like this - the more you know the opponent's weaknesses, the easier it will be." The plot was successful. Alas, what about the trust between people."

Maya Hashimoto's ears twitched when she heard the word "confidant": Speaking of partners, it seems that I haven't seen Mr. Ireland for a while, and I don't know if he is still alive.

Thinking of Ireland, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but sigh: Although he knew that blocking his boss's gun was a routine operation in the organization, he remembered that he was thrown high by the excited crowd at the airport, while Mr. Ireland could watch leisurely from a distance. He was still in a somewhat complicated mood.

But after all, they have been close friends for a long time. The two have not been in contact in the past few days, and they have not received any tasks from Ireland. Maya Hashimoto is actually a little uncomfortable with it.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Having said that, because he was isolated and reviewed by the organization, he happened to be isolated from the outside world and escaped. But Mr. Ireland was not so lucky. He should be being watched by Uzo now.

And if he is quickly examined and released, then he will undoubtedly have to face that terrible cadre again with Mr. Ireland.

Maya Hashimoto remembered her previous experience of being chased and chopped by the God of Death on a plane, and a cold sweat slipped down her face: "..." Thinking about it carefully, this sudden house arrest was actually quite good. Otherwise, if I go out by myself, I don’t know how many troubles will happen.

Next to him, the guard who was watching TV noticed a glance.

He turned his head in confusion and saw that Maya Hashimoto was not watching TV, but looking at him, with a lot of gratitude hidden in her direct gaze.

Guard: "...?" How many days have you been locked up? And I haven’t been very harsh on this guy during this period, so why did I start in Stockholm?

... Weirdly perverted.

The guard had goosebumps all over his body and silently looked away.

…

On the other side, Ireland, who was being talked about by his confidants, was also watching the same news.

His sinister eyes were fixed on the TV screen, and he frowned as he remembered something. Soon, Ireland called Curacao: "The speculation I sent you not long ago..."

Curacao did not want to get involved in this matter at all and interrupted him: "I don't mind asking for your feedback on the report 'Bourbon is an undercover', but have you heard of the story of the boy who cried wolf? ? Continuously accumulating mistakes in normal times, and being questioned by superiors about their ability at critical moments. This is actually the cause of death of many cadres."

Ireland didn't bother to care whether Bourbon was an undercover agent. He did have a little suspicion before, but after soaking in the water with Bourbon for a long time at noon, this idea had slowly faded away.

He said bluntly: "I suspect that Uzo was behind the explosion."

Curacao sighed silently: "On this point, Mr. Rum has already given a response. He told me that I need to get definite evidence before relevant processing can be carried out.

"But compared to Uzo's behavior, he seems to be more concerned about why you and Bourbon suddenly had an intersection. You haven't had any overlapping tasks recently. You'd better explain this when you have time."

Ireland: "..." Do you need to explain this? It must be to unite to deal with Uzo. That Bourbon guy is based in Tokyo and is a well-informed intelligence dealer. More importantly, I heard that he has been tricked by Uzo many times.

According to Bourbon's usual ability, such a person must have important information about Uzo, so he went to him.

...But when you say this, no matter who is at fault, it sounds like they are actively fighting among themselves. It was impossible for him to report this reason directly.

Ireland fell silent for a moment.

"Also, next time this matter comes up, you can submit it directly to your superior, such as 'that lord'." Curacao, as a confidential secretary, obviously also has the skills to play football:

"Don't always leave Uzo's affairs to me. I'm not your screening machine. And I'm very busy and don't have time to deal with that elusive cadre - you can just consider the report yourself. But I want to remind you that recently you While you are still in the review period, just because the organization does not restrict your behavior does not mean that you have gained complete freedom."

The phone was hung up.

Ireland looked at the phone, his expression gradually becoming ugly.

On the "sir's side", even if it was because of Pisco, he couldn't be biased towards him, so he found Rum through Curacao.

Ireland: "..." But now, what happened to rum? Doesn’t this guy think Uzo has gone too far at all? The airport in Hokkaido was bombed, so there was nothing we could do if it was far away. But in Tokyo, Uzo actually wanted to blow up something, so no one punished him!

Just as he was wondering, Ireland suddenly remembered Rum's hobby of having strangers as his subordinates.

He couldn't help but punch the back of the sofa: "..." Uzo's annoying character was actually quite acceptable on the sofa. Don't those superiors want to give him a few blows because he is too difficult to control?

Or does that guy Uzo not treat others as arrogantly as he treats himself?

...The cunning bastard looks like a lawless and lawless maniac, but in fact he may have two faces in front of him and behind him!