Conan’s Corpse Picker

   After saying that, seeing the unsuspecting look of the Mumu police department, Kidd secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Detectives are really useful. I knew earlier that I should also pretend to be a good detective in front of the Metropolitan Police Department and seek information.

   Kidd: "..." However, if you want to become a detective who can talk to the police, it seems that you have to solve a few murderous cases first. And there are not so many murder cases that I usually encounter... Wait, so, if you want to be a detective, you first need a death-like event physique?

   And if "Famous Detective Kuroba Kaito" happens to disappear every time he steals, I'm afraid he will be suspected by the police soon... Forget it.

   After thinking about it for a while, Kidd immediately dismissed the idea.

   Kidd: "..." As expected, it's just like now, to be an ordinary and talented high school student. I'll find Jiang Xia to wash the news... Huh? Doesn't this owe Jiang Xia a lot of favors again? Detectives and phantom thieves are supposed to be natural enemies, so why do they feel like they are slowly becoming accomplices...

   The phantom thief who hated detectives touched his chin and briefly fell into thought.

  …

  Because the whereabouts of Shi Kaobing could not be found, and no more clues could be obtained, the progress of the case was temporarily stuck.

   A group of people slept on the boat all night with their own thoughts.

   A large number of police officers were busy going back and forth in the corridor. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and nothing happened until they arrived in Tokyo.

   At dawn the next day, the police returned to the Metropolitan Police Department with the photographer's body and various evidence.

  Others plan to split into several cars and go to Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture, to visit Kasaka Natsumi's house, the castle that hides another "egg of memory".

   Although Shiro Suzuki was also a little interested in this, he had seen quite a few old castles, and the consortium had accumulated some affairs to deal with for several days in succession. In the end, he took Secretary Nishino to leave with regret.

   The police sent a representative to stay: the candidate to stay here is of course the "White Bird Police Department" who took the initiative to take over the burden.

  …

   "Get in the car." Although the "White Bird Police Department" did not have a certificate, as a mysterious thief who could drive a plane and a tank, he still sat in the driver's seat with a calm face.

   When the others saw this, they did not become suspicious and got into the car one after another.

   Pu Siqinglan instinctively avoided the policeman "White Bird Police Department" and got into another car.

  Jiang Xia observed for a moment, originally wanted to sit there and let her feel her normal structure, which is no different from ordinary people, and realize that he is actually a very good person to kill.

   But the closer he got, the more he saw Pu Siqinglan's expression was stiff.

Jiang Xia stopped hesitantly: "..." If she just sat down, she immediately got up and got out of the car and walked away from the other side, the movement would be too loud, and it would attract unnecessary attention... Forget it, now the murderousness is still there It is stable and does not need to be consolidated for the time being.

   He glanced regretfully at the car where Pu Siqinglan was, and then sat in another car.

   Pu Siqinglan stared at the reflection on the car window.

   Although he has already decided to kill Jiang Xia, he will never be resurrected. But now there are so many people, and when you can't draw a gun or take out a weapon, sitting with a guy who is full of mysteries is too challenging for a killer's survival instinct.

   Seeing Jiang Xia turn around and leave, she breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually released the hand that was holding the bag.

  …

  The two cars started one after another and drove towards Kanagawa Prefecture.

  Jiang Xia got into the car, and suddenly found that the person in the co-pilot was tall and a little blocking the light, and it seemed that vodka was sitting in the car in a trance.

   He took a closer look, and then regretfully recognized the reality: the one sitting there was not the colleague he was expecting, but the Russian ambassador who wanted the Suzuki consortium to give the "egg of memory" to Russia.

   This diplomat looks very outgoing, and after walking for a while, he gets bored.

   When I was idle, I was idle. The ambassador casually chatted with a few people in the car: "At that time, you were relatively close to the ring - the ring the photographer wore, is it really the ring of Princess Maria?"

  Jiang Xia looked up and saw the rearview mirror, and found that he seemed to be talking to himself, so he shook his head: "I don't know, the ring is in the hands of the police now, and someone should identify it later."

The ambassador    sighed: "It would be nice if you could donate to us too."

   Jiang Xia was not very interested in the whereabouts of the ring, so it was inevitable to perfunctory when chatting: "You may ask the police when the time comes, maybe it will work."

  "..." The ambassador found out later that he had chosen the wrong car and had chosen a few young people, so they couldn't chat together.

He murmured: "You don't understand the importance of that ring at all - Maria is the quietest of the royal family's children, with beautiful gray eyes. After the revolution, the emperor's family was shot and killed, only The whereabouts of Maria and the Crown Prince are unknown, and their remains have not been found so far."

"That is to say, if the ring is from its source, maybe the whereabouts of the body can be traced." The ambassador sighed again, "This can also be regarded as a cultural relic, if I can bring it back... "

   "White Bird Police Department" couldn't help turning his head to look at him: "..." You really want to recycle everything!

  …

  The vehicle left the city and gradually drove into the deep forest. The two cars made their way up the winding mountain road and finally stopped at the top of the mountain.

   Here stands an old castle with a white outer wall and a dark green spire. The shape is strange, like a fairy tale moved into reality.

   "No wonder there are always stars who like to shoot commercials here." Conan recalled the use of Maurilan's previous popular science castle, and said with emotion, "It's really beautiful."

   "White Bird Police Department" nodded: "It looks a lot like a castle in Germany, and that castle is the prototype of the castle in the Cinderella story."

  Conan was startled, a little puzzled: "Germany?"

  …The great-grandfather and great-grandmother of Kasaka Natsumi, a Japanese and a Tsarist Russian, why did they build the German style?

   Before he could understand, the car stopped, the door opened, and the people in the two cars walked down one after another.

  At first glance, it was one less than expected.

The ambassador    looked left and right, his eyes slightly brightened: "Where's the art dealer? Did he voluntarily withdraw from the competition?" This is a beautiful thing.

   Jiang Xia pointed to the mountain road behind him: "When passing through the town just now, the car in front stopped for a while, and he got off."

  The car in front, the old deacon of Kasaka's family heard their discussion and nodded: "The art dealer said he needs to prepare something, let's wait for him for a while."

   As he was talking, a sports car came along the mountain road and quickly stopped at the top of the peak.

  The art dealer couldn't wait to park the car, pushed open the door, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, let's go in quickly!"