Conan’s Corpse Picker

   I don’t know if it’s because it’s too late, or because there’s a murder case nearby, and tourists are running to watch the fun, and there aren’t many customers in the store.

   In addition to two bottles of wine, there are no other people with murderous intent.

   On the contrary, when Jiang Xia passed by the vodka, he seemed to have pressed some strange switch. The vodka was murdered and suddenly became clean.

  Jiangxia: "…"

   He couldn't help but glanced over there: Does this big **** have any opinion on him?

   Vodka sat upright, not looking at him.

  Jiang Xia didn't stop either. He looked at the peaceful restaurant, sighed, and couldn't help being a little disappointed: Without Conan and Hattori Heiji, this meal seems to have no extra cash.

  …

  After washing your hands in front of the sink and drying them slowly.

   The door behind Jiang Xia clicked and someone walked in.

   He stopped and looked up at the mirror. In the clean and tidy mirror, two men in black who don't look like good people are reflected.

  Gin and vodka went into the bathroom, closed the door with the backhand, one went to the cubicle to make sure no one else was there, and the other looked down at the detection device, but found no redundant eavesdropping signal sources.

   They then walked back to Jiang Xia.

  Jiang Xia watched Vodka put away the testing equipment, and was silent for a while: "...Is it tiring every day?"

   paused, then looked at Jinjiu again, as if suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I forgot, you seem to be very leisurely recently."

   As soon as he finished speaking, the concentration of murderous aura in the surrounding air rose as he wished.

  Gin looked at the culprit who caused him to be thought by the boss to have face blindness, a blue vein appeared on the back of his hand silently, "You really did it on purpose?"

"You still remember it for so long. You hold too much vengeance." Jiang Xia shook his head helplessly and began to nonsense, "I just wanted to enjoy the braised bourbon that day. Even if you don't shoot, the elevator will still be broken. , who knows that you really can't tell what other people look like - face blindness is sometimes a harbinger of some serious disease, and it doesn't hurt to take more rest."

  Gin's eyes twitched slightly, he was just too lazy to remember some insignificant people, and he wasn't really blind.

   And what Wu Zuo said, he couldn't believe it at all: Even if there were other ways to stop the elevator and block Bourbon's escape route, it would definitely be PlanBCD. And "Gin Wine Snipe Elevator" is probably Wu Zuo's real PlanA - what Wu Zuo needs is not a helper to murder Bourbon at all, but an excellent actor.

   What kind of actor is the best? Of course, it is completely into the play - only if you don't know that there is a director and a script exist, you can start the most realistic performance.

  Gin Wine: "..." At that time, he was unexpectedly forced into his theater by Wu Zuo, and turned into an actor who facilitated the final stage.

   How dare you so blatantly plot against him...

   There are many things that I can't think back, the more I think about it, the more I feel the killing intent skyrockets.

   It's just that based on Gin's experience, every time he's in a bad mood, Wu Zuo is vaguely happy.

   Or to be more precise, anyone who shows killing intent in front of Wu Zuo will have a similar reaction... After all, this devil's stage probably needs the power of "killing intent" the most.

  Thinking of this, Jin Jiu's mood has calmed down a lot.

   After a while, he saw that Wu Zuo was indeed a little disappointed, and he touched the topic indifferently.

He even started hitting a jujube with a whip, comforting him: "Don't go over the old accounts. The 'adult' found that he was busy with work without you, but he will become more aware of your importance, and the tasks that are missing will be paid in the future. Will be back. Now he's not beating, just really worried about your health - what a boss."

  Gin Wine: "..." Although this sentence doesn't really go anywhere, 80% of the time it's just to coax people, but it does sound a bit pleasant. It seems that Wu Zuo can speak a few words occasionally, no wonder those wives are always addicted to his little broken office and can't extricate themselves.

   It's really useless to go through the old accounts, Jin Jiu snorted coldly and remembered the business.

"What do you want to do about the Qiancheng Peatan?" To be on the safe side, Jin Jiu gave some information he knew. "In addition, a member of the outer circle in Osaka has disappeared. He and Qiancheng Peatan, and the one you are about to kill. It's about that tour group - don't kill everyone, remember to leave the guy with the key information."

   said, he remembered something, picked up the cat that had crawled onto the vodka at some point, and threw it to Jiang Xia: "Your cat, take it with you."

   Jiang Xia caught the dry cat, and the cat and the cat looked at each other for a moment. He thought about it, and then handed the cat back.

Then he said seriously: "Let's put it on your side first, I've been too busy these days, and for 'Jiang Xia', this is not my cat, just a free-range street cat, there is no reason to always be with him— Take it with you, it's easy to keep, you don't need to feed it, you don't need to worry about it, it will solve itself if it happens."

  "..." Vodka froze for a moment, then silently burst out with murderous intent.

   Dry Rice Cat's ear tip twitched, and he turned his head, looking at him with round eyes, a bit of coveted light in his eyes.

  Gin has no problem with this, although this cat is far less worry-free than Wu Zuo said, and his paws are not free at all. But anyway, vodka is worried about it, and it has nothing to do with him.

  Vodka is idle. Thinking like this, Gin took the cat again, and threw the cat into his hands under Vodka's complicated eyes.

  The cat looked very happy.

  Gin remembered just now, Jiang Xia just said to let the cat follow them, and the cat turned to look at the vodka, feeling that the cat could understand Wu Zuo's instructions: "How to tame it?"

   "Huh?" Jiang Xia was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, he vaguely guessed why Jinjiu asked this question—this person must be trying to convert cats into labor force in batches.

   There is only one dry cat...

   Jiang Xia poured cold water on the model worker's creative idea: "If you look at cats, most cats don't have this kind of talent. Among so many cats, only this one was selected."

   Vodka did not dare to fight the cat in front of Wu Zuo, so he could only listen silently, humming in his heart while listening: So many? This guy Wu Zuo not only harms people, but now it seems that even cats are not spared.

   Those good cats who would rather die than give up don't know what to do. Maybe they have been silenced by Wu Zuo and his terrifying subordinates. On the contrary, the cat in front of him, who is in trouble with Wu Zuo, looks very good...

   As he was thinking about it, Wuzuo cat stepped on his head.

  "..." Vodka's resolute face twitched slightly, but her expression remained unchanged, but her murderous aura couldn't help gushing out.

  …

  The two men in black came and went, lightly and without leaving a trace.

   Jiang Xia returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.