Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1584 1584 [Uzo is actually myself? 】

The doubts in Conan's heart grew wildly. He kept recalling the walking speed of his group, the reason why he fell behind, the travel route of the suspicious passerby who was almost smashed, the timing when he noticed the buffer piled up in front of the store, and The trajectory of the killer's activities is currently unknown...

   Variables are stacked one on top of the other, so many are dazzling. And this is just a single case, if you add the previous smashing incident...

   In Conan's mind, countless clues were tangled together. He felt the wind blowing across the roof of the building, and a layer of cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead: Based on all the circumstances, it seems that this kind of manipulation is not impossible, but there are huge unexpected factors in every link. It is unimaginably difficult to accurately achieve the current goal.

  In fact, compared to "manipulated", in Conan's reasoning, these incidents are more like pure accidental superposition.

   But these "accidents" are unbelievably coincidental, as if behind them, there is really a hand that moves events at will.

  And if this series of cases is really man-made...

  Conan took a deep breath slowly, and clenched his fists: I have been in contact with the organization for so long before, and I have "met" so many dangerous people who bombed cars, buildings and bridges, and I am not afraid. But now, a trace of fear emerges from the bottom of his heart—this mysterious new cadre actually has an elusive, invincible, and invincible feeling.

   But fear is not the same as fear. Soon, Conan gradually felt excited again: "..." You can't admit defeat so early!

  —Even if there is such a cadre who can manipulate the case at will...mystery and fear come from the unknown, as long as he gets in touch with the case more and collects information as much as possible, sooner or later, he will be able to catch the tell of that cadre!

  Thinking about it, Conan suddenly shivered, feeling like he was being watched by something.

  Conan raised his head, his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, but he didn't find any peeping eyes.

  He thought about it for a moment, and felt that he understood: he was in the light, and "that adult" behind the woman in black was in the dark. At this time, all my thoughts and speculations may be under the control of "that lord".

"That must be a very confident guy who plays with human thoughts as toys. He deliberately exposed his existence in front of me, perhaps because he felt that things were too boring and wanted to find an opponent who could compete with him in terms of brain power. "

Conan muttered, cheering himself up in his heart: "I'm obviously at a disadvantage now, but it doesn't mean I have no chance. The most terrifying opponent is the one I can't perceive, and now, at least I know that there is such a person Existence—even if there is only a trace of clues, I will definitely catch them, and then find out the **** hiding behind the scenes and hand them over to the law!"

  …

  When the first-grade elementary school students make fists against themselves.

  Besides, the high school student detective and the police are still communicating harmoniously about the case in front of them.

Sheriff Anna received some new news about the person who fell from the building: "There is news from the hospital, the bag is small... small... Uh, I mean the person who fell from the building with a name that is difficult to pronounce. After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he never After waking up from a drowsiness, he was able to answer some simple questions.

"But when we asked about falling from the building, he said that he was drunk and couldn't remember how he fell. As for Qiu Jia, he said that he was a loser in all aspects of life, and he didn't even dare to quarrel with others. He just sits in a corner and drinks a bit of wine, so he has never had an enemy with anyone. Unless someone unilaterally dislikes him, but in that case, he has no clue."

After Sergeant Anna finished reading the message, she also sighed: "Perhaps he was just unlucky and encountered some random killer. Alas, this kind of case where victims are randomly selected is the most difficult to solve... Fortunately, he at least told us Where did he drink? Not long after the time has passed, I will ask someone to go to the store to ask, maybe there will be something to gain. "

   "Let's go down first, there seems to be no more clues here." Before Jiang Xia left, she stood by the railing and glanced down casually.

   Although the case this time was dangerous, no one died after all. After the police collected the evidence, the police car downstairs quickly drove away, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. The pedestrians on the street became scattered again and returned to their previous appearance.

  Jiang Xia glanced at various pedestrians, and finally stopped on two people who were talking. Soon, he looked away, turned and went downstairs.

  …

   "Haha, look! It's here, I remember it clearly."

  Downstairs, Xiao Song, who was almost killed just now, looked down at the street, and quickly found the place where he was almost smashed. He pointed to the street and showed his friend: "Although I didn't see the situation above my head at the time, I heard from other passers-by and the police that I was almost crushed into a meatloaf!"

  My friend heard him talking about such life-threatening matters in a cheerful tone, and didn't know whether to laugh or not for a while, so he shrugged his shoulders with a half-smile: "Okay, okay, I know you are out of luck."

   "Mr. Xiaosong is very optimistic." Jiang Xia turned the corner and joined their conversation smoothly.

  Jun Xiaosong raised his head following the sound, saw Jiang Xia, and laughed warmly: "Oh, it's you! I heard that the ball you kicked saved my life. Haha, thank you so much."

  Conan heard their conversation and came back to his senses. His eyes passed over Xiao Songjun, who didn't look like a member of the organization, and fell on the friend next to him: "Brother Xiao Song, who is this?"

  Jun Komatsu didn’t see who kicked the ball before. He didn’t know that Conan was his savior.

   But he didn't ignore Conan's question because he was a child, he quickly patted his friend, and warmly introduced:

   "His name is Xuegu Dajie, he is my friend and a winner in life who is completely opposite to me."

  Xuegu Dajie smiled and shook his head: "Okay, don't just talk about me, let's talk about how to count the life-saving grace between you - I have something to do, so I will go first."

  He may have something to do, or he may not want to get involved with strangers, so he left quickly without talking much.

  Jiang Xia looked at his friend's back, and when they walked away, he turned his head and asked Xiao Songjun: "Did you make an appointment with your friend to meet here?"

  Jun Xiaosong waved his hand: "He happened to be here to do something nearby. He heard that there was a commotion here just now, so he came to take a look. Haha, he must not have thought that one of the protagonists who caused the commotion was me."

Speaking of this friend, Xiao Songjun seemed very proud, and he talked endlessly: "Xuegu's father is the chairman of a company, but he is not a second generation who just lays down and eats the old. He is refined in his work and has excellent motor skills. What? He can do a good job, and he is very confident—I heard that he has never encountered any setbacks in his life...It is really enviable."

  (end of this chapter)