Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1389 1389 [Russian Undercover Gin]

   Kidd felt a lot of balance in his heart when he saw his enthusiastic look.

   He stretched out his hand, put the cat on his shoulders, and stood up again. In an instant, he had a good delusion that among the many owners, he was the real owner of the cat.

   As he was thinking about it, the cat stretched out its round paws towards him.

   Kidd raised his hand kindly and squeezed.

   In the next instant, he felt that there was not much magic in his body, and it went down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Kidd: "...?"

  ...So this cat looks so friendly, just to get close to his magic? !

   The corners of his eyes twitched, feeling that he was being deceived.

   But after thinking about it, after all, it's just a cat, it's normal to have almost self-control, it's just following the instinct of being a monster... Kidd took a deep breath, barely maintaining the expression of a calm adult.

  …

  Conan looked at the scene where one person and one cat "get along well", and he was a little surprised: "This cat has also been to the Shiratori Police Department's house?"

The "White Bird Police Department" shook his head, took the cat into his arms, rubbed the cat hard, and decided to take advantage of the misty Tengu not to see, and return all the cost of the magic power that was squeezed: "I encountered it when I was performing official duties, and it helped I'm a little busy."

  Kanfanmao was startled and waved his paws to hit his hand.

   Jiang Xia glanced at it: Don't forget the business.

  “…”

   The dry rice cat silently retracted the outstretched front paws.

   Then at the moment when the "White Bird Police Department" relaxed, it bowed sharply, stomped on his hand, and when he let go, it landed and ran to Ma Lilan again.

  Maurilan hugged the cat and cast a condemning look at the "White Bird Police Department".

   Conan and the "White Bird Police Department" have other discoveries.

   The two were startled, staring at the place where the cat had just landed: "The movement is not right... There is a hole below!"

   Jiang Xia seems to have the same view.

   He approached the floor, thought for a moment, and grabbed a hair of Conan next to him.

  Conan's head hurt and his thoughts were interrupted: "...Huh??"

   Before he could ask a question, Jiang Xia had already pinched his hair and approached the ground.

   When passing through the seam, the hair swayed slightly up and down.

   "Sure enough, there is wind here." Jiang Xia put her hair back on Conan's hand, borrowing and returning it, "Under this floor, there may be a passage to the ground."

  Conan was immediately attracted: "There must be an agency nearby!"

   said that he didn't care about his hair anymore, he focused on finding the abnormality nearby, and tried to open the door leading to the underground.

Next to it, the "White Bird Police Department" watched all this silently, and couldn't help raising his hand to touch his head, feeling a little phantom pain: "..." This guy Jiang Xia is really not a pure detective. , When he used to beat people with a throwing stick, he was also very skilled. The police must have chosen to ignore him because he was quick to solve the case... Alas, stupid police.

   But now is not the time to think about it. The most pressing thing at present is the "egg of memory".

   "White Bird Police Department" pointed to the wooden floor near the wall: "There seems to be a sunken gap where it is attached to the wall."

   Jiang Xia turned his head to look, reached out and tapped there, then closed the gap and tentatively lifted it up.

The    floor was lifted, revealing a palm-sized cipher disk. It looked like a calculator, but with more buttons and not numbers written on it.

   "White Bird Police Department" saw that they finally found out, and their eyes lit up: "This is printed with Russian letters. Enter the correct password and you can open the door to the underground!"

   "Russian." Jiang Xia stood up and gave way to the Russian ambassador. At least on the surface, there was only such a person who was proficient in Russia.

The    ambassador also immediately understood that it was time for him to appear.

   He put down his backpack and walked over, staring at the cipher disk curiously, and then wondering: "What is the password?"

  The art dealer said excitedly: "Since the entrance happens to be located in the artisan's office, then there must be his masterpiece 'Egg of Memories' - memories! Try 'memories' in Russian!"

  The ambassador nodded, and pressed the letters on the cipher disk as he read: "Воспоминания."

  Jiangxia: "..." It's so long.

   After pressing a long string of letters, everyone looked at the cipher disk expectantly.

   But one second, two seconds… many seconds passed, and there was no response there.

   "...It doesn't seem to be." The ambassador sighed, thought for a moment, and tried the name of the maker "Kisaka Kiichi" again.

   Still no movement.

   Jiang Xia turned to look at Kasaka Natsumi and her deacon, trying to hint: "Do you have an impression of the organization here?"

   One old man and one young man shook their heads in sync.

  Suzuki Sonoko received the hint by mistake: "Right! I remember that when I was on the boat before, Miss Natsumi once mentioned a strange thing, Ba... Ba... Ba why buy meat..."

   Kasaka Natsumi was reminded by her like this, and she remembered it with hindsight: "It's 'Balushini Kukatamei'."

   "This is Russian?" The ambassador scratched his forehead, gradually becoming suspicious of his native language, "Why can't I understand it?"

Kasaka Natsumi smiled embarrassedly: "I don't know Russian very well. This is a word I accidentally remembered when I was a child. Many years have passed since now, and it may be a little different from what I heard at the time - in Russian Are there no words that sound similar?"

   Jiang Xia stepped back and watched a few people who knew Russian discuss.

   At this moment, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate and received a new email.

   Looking down, Jiang Xia found that it was not only the people in the room who were concentrating on solving the puzzle - there was actually a student who was listening to the class through the wall and sent the answer:

  [ВОЛШЕБНИККОНЦАВЕКА, also known as 'the magician at the end of the century', counting the time, it just happened to correspond to her great-grandfather. ]

   "..." Jiang Xia glanced at the wall silently.

   When they came down just now, gin and vodka happened to be strolling nearby, and now they may be watching everyone delay in this room for too long, and these two people arrogantly followed next door.

   But next door is the knight's room. A group of people have been taken around by the butler just now, and they will not go back in a short time. Even if I go back, there are black statues of knights everywhere, and two men in black are mixed inside, so it's pretty easy to hide.

   It seems that the sanity of the two colleagues is still online, so there is no need to worry about them being too chaotic.

   Jiang Xia didn't care where the two were, and returned the message at will:

  [You actually know Russian? You're not an undercover agent from Russia, are you? ]

   pressed send, waited for more than ten seconds, but did not receive a reply from Gin.

   But next door, the murderous smell of alcohol suddenly became strong - it seems that some people think that "undercover" is a curse word.

   (end of this chapter)