Corpse collector in Conan

Originally, a mission with no clues, after encountering Jiang Xia, the thread suddenly became clear.

The two police officers felt a lot more relaxed while sighing about their good luck today. They chatted with the high school students for a few more words, then went to their respective bunks, packed their luggage and prepared to rest.

Seeing them disperse, a figure in the berth a few meters away silently withdrew his sight and completely tightened the curtain with only a gap left.

Gin lay back on the berth, thinking of the funny scene of Conan rushing to the wooden box just now: "..." Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, this kid's vigilance was much better than Uzo... But on the other hand, the twisted doll in the wooden box might have been stuffed in after Uzo broke it. He knew what was in it, so he wouldn't be nervous when opening the box, which seemed to be in line with his upright detective image.

But then again...

Why did this guy appear on the same train with him?

When Gin first discovered that Hashimoto Maya was on the train, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he endured it for the time being.

Unexpectedly, two plainclothes policemen also got on the bus soon. After a while, Wuzo came on stage happily with his followers.

These people who gathered together for no reason made the alarm bells in Gin's heart ring faintly, as if he saw a bold guy diligently laying the stage under his feet.

He didn't believe that this was a pure "chance encounter", so after a brief consideration, Gin immediately gave up the way of "pretending to be away". He took out his mobile phone and opened his email.

Although there was no evidence, he always felt that Wuzo already knew that he was on this bus.

At this time, if he reduced his presence like Vodka and gambled that he would not be discovered by Wuzo, then things would be exactly what Wuzo wanted - in this way, this little bastard would definitely let go and use his colleagues as stage props, and then when someone put a gun to his forehead and questioned him, he would say innocently, "You are here too, why didn't you say it earlier? If you said it earlier, it wouldn't be like this, it's all your fault" and other words that would raise people's blood pressure.

...Instead of having a murderous scene, it is better to make the situation clear from the beginning - only the "actors" who know the director exists and will intervene forcibly can really jump out of the stage and make that guy restrain himself as a relatively equal.

Thinking of this, Gin wrote the email and sent the questioning message while there was still a signal nearby.

Not long after, the phone buzzed and received a reply:

[You are also on this train? What a coincidence.

Although you may not believe it, I swear on the life of vodka that this is really just a pure coincidence.

As for your task, you can do it with confidence. Although everything on the car has nothing to do with me, I will try my best to help you complete the business - this is the responsibility and obligation of an organization member, don't thank me. ]

Gin: "..."

Although he had long guessed what kind of mess this guy would reply, now seeing this non-stick pan-like text, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes slightly, and murderous intent quietly surged.

Naturally, he would not believe a word of what was in the email: What happened on the train had nothing to do with Wu Zuo? ——Not to mention that so many people related to Jiang Xia "coincidentally" got together, just the unusual threatening letter... The way of stuffing the puppet into the mechanism box is almost exactly the same as the way Wu Zuo stuffed the child into the handbag. The ironclad evidence is in front of him, and he still says it was not him?

Just thinking about it, as if he had guessed his thoughts, the phone vibrated again, and the second email came.

[It's really not me.

But if you are curious, the mastermind behind all this will appear in front of you soon. ]

"..."

Although this also looks like nonsense, the content of the words still made Gin's breathing pause instinctively.

At this moment, he heard a series of dragging footsteps mixed with the sound of the train, and stopped next to his berth through the heavy curtain hanging from above.

"..." Gin silently raised his body and looked at the curtain. His other hand quietly grasped the gun, then changed to a knife, and finally to a silent stun gun.

Mist Tengu, who was squeezed in his berth and trying to pull out the murderous aura, looked at this scene and couldn't help but marvel: this person not only has a lot of murderous aura, but also has a lot of things in his pocket.

However, compared with the murderous aura, these secular items are not so attractive to the ghost fetus. Soon, Mist Tengu turned his head and looked expectantly at the slightly moving curtain - similar to Gin, who was full of alcohol and murderous aura, the man outside was also surrounded by murderous aura. And according to many years... many months of experience as a ghost, when these people with a lot of murderous aura collide with each other, they often suddenly produce more murderous aura.

Under Mist Tengu's expectant gaze, the gap in the curtain flickered, and a beautiful red rose stretched out.

The person outside did not show up, and turned around and left after giving the flowers, leaving this berth without stopping.

Mist Tengu: "..."

Such a cautious human, with a keen intuition... or is it that Gin's murderous intention is too strong and has been noticed?

While thinking, it continued to take action, trying to use physical methods to reduce the murderous aura on Gin and increase the possibility of the two murderous masters meeting.

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Another bunk not far away.

Jiang Xia was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. Suddenly, he paused and turned to look at the curtain.

As soon as his eyes fell on it, he saw a hand wearing white gloves reaching out. Then, there was a voice with a subtle electronic texture: "Please accept this rose that is as red as blood."

The empty hand suddenly unfolded, and what appeared in his hand was not the rose he mentioned, but a playing card with a rose pattern on it.

Jiang Xia sat up and stared at the hand with interest.

Close at hand, the white-gloved hand paused slightly. But soon it started moving again: one by one, the poker disappeared, leaving only a bright red rose in the hand.

Jiang Xia clapped her hands: "Wonderful magic."

The magician outside seemed to enjoy the praise and wanted to see the face of the master taster in the sleeper, so he opened the curtain with a loud noise.

A pale face appeared in front of Jiang Xia - this man wore a blank mask with few decorations, a dark robe and a hat on his head. Under the brim of the hat, a red one-piece scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering every inch of skin.

The magician, who was covering his face tightly, glanced at the audience in front of him and said with a smile: "Please accept this rose."

Jiang Xia took the flower, and the magician dragged his robe, turned and left, and gave the flower to Maya Hashimoto next to him in a similar way.