Corpse collector in Conan

"Ah sneeze!"

Vodka sat in the car, rubbed his nose, and looked around warily.

The next moment, his phone buzzed and he received a message from Bourbon.

Looking at the unabashed knock on the wording, Vodka fell into deep thought.

After a second, he turned to Gin numbly: "Brother..."

However, as expected, Gin did not feel unhappy because of this. Instead, he sneered lowly, as if he was very happy with this situation, and even the depression of being slipped away by Akai Shuichi had dissipated a lot.

"..."

Vodka sighed deeply in his heart and gave up the plan of filing a complaint: "..." Forget it, forget it. It's not easy to live in this world, so why worry about that kid Uzona so much.

All he wants now is to complete the task quickly and get away from that mess of things as soon as possible - as long as he returns to the side of Brother Gin, no Bourbon, Ouzo, or Ireland will be able to touch him, and this wonderful day is already around the corner.

…

night.

Although Haihara Ai returned home early to avoid meeting those scary colleagues while taking notes, she still couldn't help but wrap herself up tightly in the quilt and tremble when she thought of her previous experience on the bus.

"Xiao Ai, are you sick?" Dr. Ali looked at the little girl at home worriedly: He had obviously seen many big scenes of murder and explosions with the detective before, why was he so scared this time? Is Xiaoai particularly afraid of bombs?

Hui Yuan Ai waved her hands feebly. It was difficult to explain her feelings to others. To her, the experience on the bus was like a person who was extremely afraid of bugs and was suddenly thrown into a cockroach-filled world. The box's lid was sealed. She couldn't see or hear clearly in the darkness, and could only feel the terrible breath crawling over her body.

Although she escaped successfully and was not bitten by bugs, she still wanted to die on the spot when she thought about the despair she felt at that time.

However, he survived, and besides, these are nothing to worry about. Haiyuan Ai could only try his best to be optimistic: "It's okay, I just have a cold, I'll be fine if I take a nap - there's someone wearing a hat in the car. Is the person coughing all the time? I must have been infected by him."

"Oh, that's it." Dr. Ali went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of hot water.

When he came back, there was another person beside him.

"Jiang Xia is here to see you!" Dr. Ali patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder and said to the neighbor, "You are both children, relatively close in age. Let me enlighten Xiao Ai - actually, there is nothing to be afraid of when it comes to explosions. Look at my experimental table exploding every day, am I not living well now?"

The optimistic old man gave him the cup, laughed and went out.

After the doctor left, Jiang Xia walked to the bedside, put down the hot water, and then found her ghost child who had been away from work for a long time without permission.

He picked up Miyano Akemi, who was on top of Haihara Ai, and put her back into his arms: "How is it? Are you okay?"

Hui Yuan Ai nodded. She suddenly remembered something and sat up listlessly and looked at him: "Over there..."

"Nothing happened." Jiang Xia insisted, "I told you, it's all part of the plan."

Haiyuan sighed and fell back on the bed. She realized that she could not continue to be depressed like this, so she tried to cheer herself up by relying on the daily things around her: "Whatever you want to eat tonight, I will do it."

"No, I'm eating out tonight." Jiang Xia seemed to be looking forward to this dinner. "What kind of sushi do you and Dr. Ali like? I'll pack some back."

…

When the appointed time arrived, Jiang Xia came to the commercial street with familiarity and looked up at the imposing building in front of him.

Then he couldn't help but sigh, and criticized Gin's "old place": such a stylish word actually only corresponded to a mere sushi restaurant. Moreover, he inquired and found out that someone else's "old place" was obviously the Hegson Bar on the same floor...

While complaining, Jiang Xia walked around to a nearby parking lot and quickly fixed his eyes on a hidden car.

At first glance, this car is hidden among other cars and is very low-key.

But in the eyes of psychics and ghosts, it exudes a particularly fragrant smell - including wine, ice cream, even hot sauce and expensive tuna. It seemed that Gin was not riding the bus alone today. He also brought two snipers with him who had pretty good taste.

In Jiang Xia's pleased eyes, the ghosts happily floated over, sorted out the soft and fluffy murderous aura in the dining car, and carried it back.

…

When psychics and ghosts are busy.

On a building diagonally opposite.

Chianti looked at the picture in the scope with a suspicious look on his face: "Why did that guy come to the parking lot instead of entering the store? He doesn't want to put a bomb in that car - that's Gin's car!"

Cohen felt that this was unfair: "Being ten meters away is not considered 'next to'. He seemed to be just watching."

"Then why does he want to look at our car?" Chianti thought of the two bomb trucks that blew up Ireland and then vodka today, and did not dare to be careless. "Conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy!"

However, the two snipers studied for a long time and could not figure out what Uzo wanted to do to the car.

The young detective seemed to just stop there, look at it with admiration, and then turned away.

When he entered the building, Chianti breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally gone, it seems he let the car go - I thought we had to walk back on two legs tonight."

Cohen: “The organization has a lot of backup vehicles and doesn’t have to walk.”

"...Nonsense, can I not know this! This is just rhetoric, an exaggerated wording to express my mood!" Chianti couldn't help but cursed, "You really don't have any sense of humor!"

"I was just thinking about his script." Cohen analyzed it like a robot in his characteristic stiff voice. "Maybe he knew someone was watching him, so he wanted to use this method to put pressure on us. If we mistakenly He thought that Gin's car had been tampered with, so he switched to a backup vehicle, and maybe he would 'happen' to switch to a tampered bomb truck - just like the car Vodka rented with a slap on the forehead. "

Chianti: “…”

Cohen turned to look at her: "Do you want to walk now?"

Chianti: "...shut up!"

Under the calm analysis of her accomplices, she now neither wants to take the original car nor the new car, nor does she want to walk back to the stronghold while carrying a sniper rifle.

"We might as well go to the supermarket next door and buy a tent and station ourselves here." She spat and muttered unhappily, "I finally know why Vodka is afraid of that kid. From this aspect alone, he is indeed sympathetic."