Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Suzuki Sonoko has never been bothered by a problem for too long - if she can't figure it out, she doesn't want to. She quickly nodded secretly: this kind of thing, guessing is meaningless, after a little familiarity, just ask Pu Si Qinglan directly.

   She quickly regained her senses and looked at her watch: "Let's go upstairs first."

  …

   A group of people walked towards the inside of the building one after another.

   Walking along, a keen high school student turned his head and gave Jiang Xia a sneak peek.

   Hattori Heiji: "..." Why do you feel that Jiang Xia is particularly interested in this Miss Pu Si Qinglan. Could it be that Jiang Xia likes this one?

  Gossip is human nature, male and female high school students are equally attentive.

   Hattori Heiji thought of this, turned his head and looked at Pu Si Qinglan, then at Jiang Xia, and then at Yuan Shan and Ye, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

   Yuan Shan and Ye looked at him inexplicably: "Why are you mad at me, have any opinions?"

   "I can't even take a breath?" Hattori Heiji instinctively choked back, and then he was a little confused.

   He turned the hat on his head in confusion: What type does Jiang Xia like, and what does it have to do with him? If you have time to diverge your thoughts, it is better to quickly think about how to catch the phantom thief Kidd—although his speed in breaking the case can never beat Jiang Xia in the murder case, Jiang Xia seems to have always been uninterested in the phantom thief.

  The phantom thief and the murderous eucalyptus are indeed two completely different eucalyptus. But solving the puzzle of the phantom thief is also a puzzle. Rounding up is to win an opportunity to think freely around Jiang Xia... Thinking about it, Hattori Heiji's eyes ignited a strong fighting spirit.

  …

   Several people entered the Suzuki Art Museum, took the elevator, and went up to the VIP room on the top floor.

   A fat and kind middle-aged man happened to pass by, Suzuki Sonoko waved at him: "Dad!"

  Suzuki Shiro was startled and turned his head. Seeing that it was them, he smiled: "Get up? Haha, the detectives from Kansai and Kanto have finally arrived - "Egg of Memories" will trouble you."

  "..." Conan's mood was a bit complicated when he heard this: The words of the detectives in Kansai and Kanto have already been passed on to the elders? And it's almost as if the "Kanto detective" is referring to Jiang Xia by default. Is Kudo Shinichi already a former Kanto detective...

   After thinking about it, he couldn't help but snorted: The hateful organization in black should really let them get smaller.

  Chairman Suzuki did not notice the resentment from the fake children, and gestured to the corridor behind them: "Let's go to the reception room."

  …

   In the reception room, someone was already there.

  Suzuki Shiro briefly introduced the high school students: "These are the guests who came for the "Eggs of Memories"."

"This is the first-class reporter of the Russian Embassy, ​​Siruov Chinnikov." He pointed to a majestic Russian man, and then introduced them one by one clockwise. "And the art dealer I invited, Gan Jiangyi. This is a freelance photographer who wants to shoot "Egg of Memories", Hanchuan Long. Hmm..."

  Suzuki Shiro remembered something, turned to a group of high school students next to him, and his eyes fell on Pu Si Qinglan who was following Jiang Xia.

   "By the way, there is also the researcher of the Romanov Dynasty next to you, Pu Si Qinglan."

  The chairman was obviously puzzled by Pu Siqinglan's position and asked Jiang Xia, "Do you know each other?"

   Jiang Xia nodded: "I accidentally fell into the river last night and happened to get on her boat."

  Suzuki Shiro was startled, what was a scholar doing rowing in the river at night?

   But the mature adults don't ask too much, he quickly figured it out by himself: maybe he has some unique hobbies.

  Suzuki Shiro didn't care any more, and pointed to the empty seats in the reception room: "All come and sit."

  Suzuki Sonoko touched his chin vigilantly, and suddenly pressed Jiang Xia to the very edge of the sofa. Then, when Pu Siqinglan wanted to follow her, she sat next to Jiang Xia first.

   Jiangxia side is Suzuki Sonoko. On the other side there is air, and no one can sit.

   "..." Pu Si Qinglan silently squinted her eyes, feeling that she was being targeted, and a murderous intent rose silently from her body.

   But soon, she found that the young detective looked up at her, then turned to look at the seat next to her, as if she was deeply sorry for not being able to be next to her.

   Pu Siqinglan's mood recovered a little in an instant.

   But soon, she found that Jiang Xia was not dissatisfied with Suzuki Sonoko who separated them, and even nodded kindly when Suzuki Sonoko looked at him, as if he was encouraging something.

  Pu Siqinglan: "?"

   It turned out to be a Volkswagen air conditioner who wanted to stabilize on both sides.

  Oh, scumbag.

  Be patient and accompany Jiang Xia to play love at first sight for a while, and when the "egg of memory" succeeds, he will be turned into a dead scumbag.

  The thief with countless lives on his hands sat on the sofa and felt the poison hidden in his body, and his mood quickly calmed down.

  …

  Suzuki Sonoko didn't think too much about it, she just intuitively felt that something was wrong with Pu Si Qinglan. Moreover, she found that Pu Siqinglan always seemed to be peeking at Jiang Xia, but her eyes were different from those of the wives who usually peek at Jiang Xia, so she wanted to separate the two.

   Now that the separation was successful, Suzuki Sonoko forgot about it. Her attention was quickly attracted by the odd-shaped social people on the opposite side: "Dad, do you have other guests?"

  Suzuki Shiro smiled and nodded: "These guys are all very interested in "Eggs of Memories"."

  —Just as Kidd was going to steal treasure today, the police strongly urged him not to let guests in, so as to make it more difficult for Kidd to steal the treasure and thus increase the risk of his exposure. Shiro Suzuki agreed.

   But the pavilion has already opened after all. It's really boring to be so dry without a single customer.

  I was idle and idle, and the people in front of me came here especially, so Suzuki Shiro simply let them in.

   But soon, he discovered that it was true that he came here because of his fame, and it was also true that he all coveted this egg.

  —After chatting for a while, the topic returned to the transfer of the "eggs of memory".

  …

   The art dealer twitched his beard and thought: "The estimate I gave is around 800 million."

   After saying that, he glanced at Shirou Suzuki from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party didn't seem to be moved at all, and changed his words: "Of course, if you really want to change hands, I can offer a higher price."

  People from the embassy were anxious and stood up: "This is a cultural relic of our country. It is better to donate it to our country's art museum instead of selling it to this kind of profiteer who came from nowhere!"

   "A profiteer?" The cadre snorted coldly, "You're more like a profiteer if you're an empty-handed and white wolf!"

Next to   , the photographer who came to collect the material suddenly laughed, raised the camera, and began to take pictures of the two quarreling, looking like he was concentrating on the fun.