Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 1955 1955

The next moment, there was a rustle in the bushes, and someone stepped over the branches and leaves and came from the other side, casting a shadow that enveloped them.

The three people looked up in horror and saw a face that made them think about it day and night. But in their plan, the detective's face should appear in the firelight of the explosion, in the morgue of the police station, or in the black-and-white photos of the news... But not with the light behind his back and holding his hand like now. Swinging the stick, his facial features were shrouded in a shadow that was more villain than villain.

Bomber: "..."

Bomber: "!!!"

…

Although the quality of the murderous aura of these three people was average, Jiang Xia still carried the swinging stick conscientiously and passed by: meeting them was fate, and not knocking them down would be disrespectful to the murderous aura.

Unfortunately, he had just struck two sticks when he was grabbed by two troublesome colleagues beside him.

——If only Conan was okay, as a primary school student is weak, Jiang Xia could completely ignore this leg pendant and knock it however he wants.

Unfortunately, this time, Toru Amuro was also there. This guy who can punch through the front window of a car obviously can no longer be treated as a pendant.

Jiang Xia turned around and glanced at Toru Amuro, then at his hand holding his arm. He regretfully realized that a calm detective shouldn't argue with his boss in front of everyone just to knock out his murderous aura. That would be too much. It doesn't fit the behavioral pattern of a mature detective.

He had to give up the idea.

Next to him, Conan secretly watched everything, and then touched his chin suspiciously: "..." This suspicious boss is quite good at pretending. Now he is stopping Jiang Xia because he doesn't want to attract the attention of the police.

But didn't he intend to explain why he suddenly appeared with Jiang Xia's swinging stick, and the timing was so coincidental?

…

Toru Amuro's mind was flooded with the news that "Rum was blown up", and he had no time to pay attention to Conan's sneaky and probing eyes.

Not long after, three real or fake detectives led the three people to the place where the dining car exploded.

After all, a police briefing was being held here, and the most indispensable thing nearby were police cars and police officers. Therefore, after the explosion, the police quickly sealed off the scene.

"What's the status of the casualties?" Tohru Amuro asked, "I heard that a sushi chef was injured. Where are the others?"

The police officer was very busy, but when he saw Jiang Xia standing next to Toru Amuro, he still replied: "We helped him briefly treat his injuries and called an ambulance, but he seemed to have a regular private doctor, and he was picked up by that doctor just now. gone."

Toru Amuro nodded, saying nothing on his face, but feeling quite regretful in his heart. I originally thought I could take advantage of the situation and get some information even if I couldn't catch Rum. What a shame.

At this time, the Mumu police department strode over next to him: "Brother Jiang Xia!"

Jiang Xia turned around and said, "Mu Mu Police Department? Thank you for your hard work. You are working overtime again."

Mumu Police Department: "..."

The middle-aged police officer with a lot of affairs is now tired and exhausted. He doesn't know what he is talking about: "Did I find the wrong speaker? If I had known this would happen, I might as well just be boring and let me do it myself... Alas, Anyway, just be fine, I suspect those bombers are here for you."

Following this, he pointed to a few citizens in the distance: "Those are the employees of a nearby Singaporean restaurant. When they arrived at the restaurant in the morning, they were suddenly ambushed by three vicious gangsters. The three men asked them to prepare a lot of half-finished food. Then I tied them up in the warehouse and came to the food venue in their stead. I heard from the employees that they often chanted your name and always said things like 'blow that detective to the sky'.

"Although several employees provided us with the general physical characteristics of the bomber, there are too many people here and it is too chaotic. Maybe they have fled far away, so we can only restore the portrait and place a wanted warrant later."

Jiang Xia: "I have some clues about this matter."

Memu Police Department: "Huh?"

Jiang Xia pulled the three people next to him who were silent and dared not speak: "Do you think they look like the wanted criminals you are looking for?"

Memu Police Department: "?!"

In disbelief, he approached the restaurant employees and found out that it was true.

Mumu Police Department: "..." In fact, he saw these three people when Jiang Xia came over, but he didn't see any traces of even beating on the three of them at a glance, so he didn't think much about it. did not expect……

The workload dropped sharply, and Mumu Police Department shook Jiang Xia's hand excitedly: "Next time there is such an event, you must continue to come, the door of the police will always be open to you!"

Toru Amuro, who was listening secretly: "..."

Can't you just do your own work?

…

The police were busy handling the scene, but Toru Amuro regretted that he could not pick up the missing pieces.

the other side.

A speeding car.

Curacao glanced at Rum quietly in the rearview mirror and sighed in her heart: she had a vague premonition of something bad when she saw the sudden explosion of flames from a tall building a few kilometers away.

"No, think about it carefully, I seem to have felt something was wrong earlier." Curacao secretly recalled in his heart, and suddenly an idea flashed, "By the way, I thought about it as early as when Rum was cleaning the dining car. According to Uzona's habit of using local materials and adapting to local conditions, the food truck might have exploded... I didn't expect it to actually explode, and there were three of them."

The bad premonition came true.

But fortunately, Rum only suffered a slight injury to his arm and did not die on the spot. Otherwise, she would have been in a lot of trouble if she was investigated... From this point of view, this troublesome boss was still of some use.

Of course, no matter what he was thinking quietly in his heart, Curaçao still said respectfully: "Shall I take you to a doctor now? Is it an accidental case in the park, or is someone deliberately targeting you? Do you need me..."

"No need." Rum raised his other uninjured hand and interrupted her.

Curacao couldn't help but glance at him in the rearview mirror again, a little surprised: For some reason, she felt that Rum was not too angry, but in a good mood?

Rum considered himself a tough guy and didn't care about the skin injury on his arm. He laughed and said, "You should be able to guess what I did today."

"..." Curacao didn't want to guess at all, let alone have anything to do with that name.

But Rum had asked this, and it was suspicious that she continued to avoid talking. Curacao could only smile, showing a calm look like a leader's confidant who had everything under control: "There is a police briefing there today. The speaker is a famous detective—are you going to see Uzo?”