Corpse collector in Conan

As Conan fell back to his seat, Vermouth's heart finally settled down.

She glanced at the curly-haired man and quickly recognized him: If I remember correctly, this was Wu Zo's subordinate who was trained as a substitute.

"This guy is always taciturn when he is next to Wu Zo, but he is eloquent when he is alone. And that innocent and irritating look is exactly the same as Wu Zo... That kid really has some unique tricks in training people. Tsk, it seems that I have to pay more attention to the status of Cool Guy and Angel. Fortunately, Wu Zo is still friendly to them at present."

She looked at this disaster that was easily resolved, and then looked at Jiang Xia, and breathed a sigh of relief with mixed feelings.

And next to him, the robber looked at the leisurely appearance of the hateful curly-haired man, but he couldn't swallow his breath.

While the two men left the ski bag on the ground, he turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at them, wanting to do something. However, at this time, another companion wearing a blue ski cap rushed over and grabbed him: "Forget it, forget it!"

The little blue cap pulled his accomplice away and whispered: "What if such a delicate thing is crushed by his body falling down? And we just reached a deal with the police. If we kill someone now, the police will change their minds after learning the news, and things will be troublesome."

"...Okay." Little Red Riding Hood snorted coldly. He suddenly remembered something and sneered, "Anyway, sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it's just a little while."

Beside him, Ireland looked at the two robbers whispering to each other, and then looked at the ski bag placed on the ground. Combining what happened just now and the reactions of the two people, he quickly guessed the general situation.

"That bag can't contain a bomb." Ireland sighed in his heart and thought it was troublesome.

But compared to whether there is a bomb or not, at this time, more of his attention has been attracted by the curly-haired man in black.

"Uzo..." Ireland gritted his teeth and silently recited this hateful code name, "When did this guy get on the bus? I didn't even notice it. Is he too good at hiding himself, or is my senses regressing?"

"Anyway, since Wu... since this guy who looks like Wuzo has appeared, it means that the hijacking of the bus is indeed related to him. What is the purpose of this guy risking his life?"

After a little thought, combined with previous examples, Ireland suddenly had some considerations in his mind.

"Does he want to use me as a weapon to deal with Shuichi Akai?"

Suddenly, Ireland had an idea, and a script full of conspiracies and intrigues seemed to unfold in his mind:

"Let's not talk about the process - if the end of the whole script is that I die here with Shuichi Akai, then given the importance the organization attaches to Shuichi Akai, my death will only be regarded as a so-called 'necessary sacrifice'. And Wuzo, who caused all this, will not be blamed, but will be a great achievement..."

Not only was he killed miserably, but this death was also used by his enemies to exchange for merit... There is nothing more frustrating in the world than this. Just thinking about it, Ireland couldn't help but feel murderous.

He never wanted to see this abominable development, but he didn't know where to put his strength - Shuichi Akai, Wuzo, two pistols, two robbers with no skills but holding guns, the bomb in the car, and perhaps the robbers' accomplices who were mixed in with the passengers...

All kinds of factors are intertwined, and each one is potentially fatal. Although he knew there was a script here, Ireland found that he could not see through the direction of the story.

"No, if we follow that guy's thinking, we will lose - think about it calmly. If we want to get out of this deadlock, the easiest way is not to see through his script, but..." Ireland glanced out the window, "leave this stage."

The experience of the outlaws told him that most of the time, the despicable method of "lifting the chessboard" is actually an extremely effective approach.

Thinking of this, Ireland's eyes fell out of the window, looking for an opportunity to get out of the bus.

——The bus was going fast at this time. Even with his skills, he might get hurt if he jumped out directly. However, maybe he could try to find a subordinate to come and drive to pick him up...

"Hmm?"

Looking at it, Ireland's eyes suddenly stopped.

——As if he heard his voice, a black car caught up in the next lane and soon ran parallel to the bus.

...

A few minutes ago

With his outstanding racing skills and the courage to step on the accelerator to the bottom in the city, Vodka barely got rid of the police behind him.

However, although he completed the first step of this plan, he did not have too many thoughts like "relieved".

"What should I do next? Find a place with soft soil to jump out of the car? But it is still far from the beach, and there is not enough gas in the car... Oops! I just ran and forgot to ask how fast I should maintain to avoid explosion."

Vodka's sweaty condition did not improve at all. He murmured: "Just now I could comfort myself that there must be a way to get rid of the police first. Now that I have gotten rid of them, why can't I think of what to do next? Is it... Am I destined to die here today?"

"... No, I can't die so easily!" Vodka was furious for a while, "I must leave something before I die-such as hundreds of thousands of words of accusations against Uzo, that kid can't easily get rid of my death!"

Thinking of this, Vodka took out his mobile phone in grief.

However, before he opened his mailbox, a message suddenly popped up—it was a push notification related to Jiang Xia that he had automatically selected.

"Since there is a push notification, it means that he is on the news again... I am in dire straits here, and Wu Zo actually opened another stage at the same time?! Is he looking down on me!"

Vodka's anger doubled: "Or is this an alibi that Wu Zo deliberately made up, and he wants to pretend that he has nothing to do with my death in this way?"

"Don't let him get his wish!"

Thinking about the oppression he had suffered from Wu Zo recently, Vodka gritted his teeth and decided to stand up. He used the efficiency of slacking off next to Gin and quickly scanned the content on his phone.

Then he was slightly startled.

-The content captured this time was not serious news, but a by-product of a news event.

"The witnesses spotted a figure who looked like the famous detective Jiang Xia on the hijacked bus... The hijacked bus?" Vodka realized something, "Could it be the incident reported at the cashier just now?"

"I remember the road it was traveling on in the news just now seemed not far from where I am..."