The coffin bearer in the world of Kexue

Half a day.

Under the introduction of Maki Sakurai, a loyal fan.

Aoki finally reacted, Yoko Yukino = Yoko Okino.

Although there is a difference in one word, there is no doubt that the character design is very the same, and the eight achievements are one person.

"So, does she live in this mansion?" Aoki

touched his chin, remembering that there seemed to be a lot of cases about Yoko Okino.

The first one is a few days after Conan became smaller.

"Forget it, let's go first. Throwing off his

thoughts, Aoki followed Sakurai Maki to the third floor in the elevator.

Along the way, through Sakurai Maki's introduction, it was determined that the deceased died a normal death this time, and he got up early in the morning and died at home, which had nothing to do with his killing.

An hour later.

Aoki walked up the stairs back to the first floor, and the expression on his whole face was a little ugly.

There is no spirit, and the dead have no spirit this time, unlike the time when they could not see the spirit, it is indeed non-existent.

All of a sudden, the great cause of collecting spirits that he had just prepared to start was strangled in the cradle.

"Strange, what the hell is going on?" Aoki

fell into deep thought, then inexplicably remembered the Yoko Yukino just now, and then remembered her case.

Conan's appearance, as well as his previous burial, are the deceased of the case that Conan came into contact with before he became smaller.

All of a sudden, the clues were connected!

He had thought that after Conan appeared,

the spirit began to appear.

But in fact, only half of the guess is correct, it should be the case that has an indirect or direct impact after Conan's appearance, and there will be a spirit.

This thing is nicknamed the Grim Reaper, and it may have some mysterious power.

"yes, that's how it should be.

Aoki slapped his fist, and some thought rose in his mind.

"Aoki, what's wrong? The

elevator fell, and Fujiwara Daiki and Sakurai Maki walked out.

"It's fine, suddenly my stomach hurts. "

Really, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to see a doctor quickly!" Fujiwara

Daiki looked at him with concern.

"Well, I will, by the way, the president, in the future, this kind of natural death will be left to Sakurai, this kind of general is not so scary, and the murder and the like will be left to me.

Aoki thought for a moment and made a suggestion.

"Okay, you have a heart.

Fujiwara Oki nodded happily, usually the mortuary is to avoid murder, after all, that thing physiology is a little unacceptable.

Where is it like Aoki who volunteered, it is not a loss to the person he fancies.

"Thank you, Aoki-senpai, you're so nice.

Sakurai Maki also spoke from the side, showing a look of adoration on his face.

To be honest, he is also very empty about the deceased of the homicide, except for a little discomfort in his physical senses, he always feels terrifying.

That thing generally doesn't please much, and sometimes the family members are emotional and vent on the mortuary.

"It's all from the same society, you're welcome.

Aoki nodded, and walked out of the building.

With more time left, he stopped by to see where the motorcycles were sold, but before that he needed to go to the bank to withdraw money.

Squeak –

Across the road from the Bank of Tsutsubishi, a black stretch sedan is parked like a ghost.

The silver-haired man in the co-pilot, for some reason, was looking at the door of the bank with a gloomy look.

The figure is motionless, like a sculpture, and there are words in the mouth.

Just when the scene was a little weird, the strong man in the driver's seat casually glanced at the zebra crossing.

His expression was stunned, and he said in surprise:

"Big brother, Qing, Aoki

!" "Uh-huh, quiet, vodka!"

"Oh, oh." The

strong man nodded obediently.

I saw the silver-haired man take out his mobile phone, pull down the numbers in the next row, and dial one of them.

On the zebra crossing, Aoki looked at the bank that was about to arrive, and was walking leisurely.

Buzz - Buzz -

Suddenly, the vibrating sound of the phone began to ring.

"Hmm, is there a homicide so soon?" Aoki

quickly ran to the front of the bank, took out his mobile phone, and found that it was not Fujiwara Oki calling, it was a number that he had never seen.

But there is a note on it "big customer".

Wondering:

"Huh, strange, why didn't I see this number when I looked at my phone's address book before?"

Then, there was a 30-second silence just as Aoki thought he was playing a prank and was about to hang up.

The other person spoke.

"Aoki. "

Just calling a name, but Aoki has goosebumps.

Cold, too cold, this sound, not the so-called cold.

It's cold, like a poisonous snake, and I feel like I've been being watched by someone behind my back.

Always ready to stab yourself, that feeling of being in the back.

This sensation lasted for a few seconds, and Aoki seemed to hear an impatient gasp on the other side.

He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"What's wrong?"

He didn't know this person, so he didn't use any title when he spoke, so as not to expose it.

The person on the other end of the phone heard him ask himself, and his voice became even colder.

"You came to ask me? I should have asked you

, why did it appear in the Mitsubishi Bank?" "Huh?"

Aoki wondered in his heart, why did this customer manage so leniently

? Why did he have to report to him when he came to the bank?

And how did the name Mitsubishi Bank give him a familiar feeling?

"Hmm, didn't you come with that so-called secret mission of the organization?"

seemed to hear Aoki's voice in confusion.

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly felt a little unsure, and every time Aoki came out, he said that there was a secret mission and forcibly inserted it.

"Organize a secret mission?" Aoki

couldn't help but repeat when he heard it, especially the word organization suddenly reminded him of a certain factory.

Then he turned his head and looked at the Tsutsubishi Bank, which had sounded a little familiar before.

found a familiar figure in the counter window, Masami Hirota, or Akemi Miyano!

A plot immediately came to mind.

"Billion yen robbery!"

and the corresponding murderer turned

his head again, swept into the road, and finally saw a black stretch car on the opposite side.

The figure in the co-pilot of the Porsche 356A

is holding a mobile phone to his ear, indicating that he is making a call.

The long flowing silver hair, black hat, and black trench coat all show his identity.

The strongest and most bitter undercover killer of the black-clad organization, Gum, a model worker!

"I... I'm from the brewery?"

Aoki was stunned, he was really a fool if he didn't understand.

No wonder his physical fitness is good, the people in the brewery, they must have all practiced, better than the average person!

"What winery, what are you talking about? Tell me, what the hell are you going to do!" On

the other end of the phone, Gin was really a little impatient again, if it weren't for the fact that there was someone behind Aoki.

He really wanted to be the guy who pretended to be stupid and didn't speak for a long time!

Of course, whether he could do it or not was a problem, and whether he would cause a lot of trouble after killing him was also a question.

"I don't believe it, I'm really just here to withdraw money..."Aoki

took out his bank card and shook it in the direction of gin, and then said his true purpose painfully into the phone.