Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1610 1610 [Gin is a relative of Uzo? 】

  Ireland: "..." In any case, there is currently a serious shortage of information about the Uzo. Everything is uncertain for him.

  But there is a clue that is clearly in front of us: the troupe that will board the plane tomorrow must be related to Uzo's conspiracy.

  Although this entire theater troupe is a bit like Uzo's conspiracy, we can't avoid all opportunities to obtain information just because we are afraid of Uzo. If that was the case, sooner or later he would die in Uzo's trap due to lack of information, knowing nothing, and being extremely aggrieved.

  In comparison, it is better to take the initiative to attack—Since Wu Zuo likes to sell his flaws to others, he must be prepared to be followed by others and be fatally struck.

  …

  Tonight's theater, although not a place that is completely open to the public. But for Ireland, which often sneaks into various dangerous places, the difficulty of entering here is no higher than going out to buy vegetables.

  He quickly got a ticket nearby, paid the receptionist after entering, and quickly searched through the guest signature book.

   And then actually found a very suspicious signature - the handwriting in that column is the same as the handwriting on the "war letter" that Ireland just received, and all the details indicate that it was written by the same person.

   I don't know if it was written by Wu Zuo, or if he asked his subordinates to write it for him. But one thing is certain - the information left behind is indeed what Uzo wanted to leave behind.

   "Kurosawa Satoshi..."

   Kurosawa?

   Uzo is a relative of gin?

   This idea flashed in his mind, and was quickly ruled out by Ireland—the curly-haired man in black with sunglasses was nothing like gin.

   And no matter how you look at it, as a cadre of the black organization, it is impossible for Uzo to leave his real name on this occasion.

  Ireland: "..." Uzo probably guessed that he was targeting him and Gin, so he used this to declare his position. Or maybe I just want to use this Gin's surname to appease him...

   No more information on the scrapbook. Ireland looked at Uzo's front and back signatures, memorized them casually, and then entered the hall without further delay at the door.

  He took out the letter of war, checked the handwriting on it, sneered, and walked quickly to the corner of the first floor.

  …

   The straight-line distance is more than ten meters away, in the performance hall.

  Jiang Xia put his vision on the ghost, floated to the side of Ireland, and observed the smoke factory. Looking at it, his eyes fell on the crumpled love letter, which had been ravaged a lot.

  Jiang Xia: "..." He asked the ghost to write a love letter for a long time, but it turned into tatters in the blink of an eye. Such a waste of the efforts of a psychic is too much.

   But looking at it this way, Ireland probably already guessed who the "anonymous sender" was when he received the love letter.

  Jiang Xia: "..." Well, think about it too. Perhaps Ireland subconsciously didn't think that any woman would like him, so he didn't think about "I'm being crushed" at all. Naturally, there was no follow-up heartbeat.

  Besides, the whereabouts of the organization cadres have always been secretive. Everyone knows who they can get in touch with at any time, otherwise they won't live too long. Excluding a circle in the limited interpersonal circle, it is not difficult to find the anonymous sender.

  Thinking about it, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel a little worried: If this goes on, the plan of sending vodka a love letter to cheat... exchanging murderous intent may not go well. I can only hope that Vodka is more confident, and I believe from the bottom of my heart that there will be a girl who has taken a fancy to him and will fall in love with him at first sight.

  I was silently counting my murderous sources in my heart, when the phone in my pocket vibrated suddenly.

   is the special organization machine.

  Jiang Xia stretched his legs by standing for a long time, quietly changed the angle, took out his phone and took a look.

   You can see that you have received an email:

  [Ireland appears in the lobby of the Cosmos Theatre. He watches the autograph book at the door for a moment, then goes to the security room. ]

   "..."

  Although the sender is not written, the address above is also garbled. However, looking at the complicated and lengthy honorifics in the sentence, it is not difficult to guess that the person who typed out this email is the younger brother who has just become loyal.

Jiang Xia: "..." Before this, he really didn't see that Okiya Subaru actually had some potential as a model worker - I don't know how many emails I sent him today, and I have to report any movement... Too much It's so frequent that people don't want to talk to him.

  But think about Okiya Subaru's murderous taste, and that wonderful event physique, plus the easy-to-use identity bound to Akai Shuichi... Jiang Xia quickly lost his grudges against this suddenly hardworking younger brother.

  He knew that Okiya Subaru was also hiding in this building, and this engineering graduate student seemed to be bored and hacked into the surveillance system here. At present, the monitoring places in this building are all under his surveillance.

   This habit is not bad. Although it was completely useless this time because of Ireland's obvious murderous aura, it might be useful in the future.

  Jiang Xia typed the reply patiently, praised this annoying little brother, and put away the phone again.

  …

  Ireland got a security suit, and after putting it on, she glanced at the mirror.

  The hair protruding from the sideburns is no longer the dazzling golden color, but has long been dyed dark brown by him. The hat on top of his head has a wide brim, just covering his characteristic eyebrows.

  Ireland took out another box of makeup powder and applied it skillfully on his face. After a while, his unusually obvious features gradually faded. Mixed among a group of Caucasian security guards, he finally became less conspicuous.

  Before he came, he had already checked. Today, there are two security companies who are in charge of the cooperation, and they are not very familiar with each other, which gave him a little chance.

  He took out the rubber explosion-proof stick and pinned it to his waist, adjusted his belt, and walked out the door with a natural expression.

  …

   After asking the staff, Ireland received a shocking news.

   "Shinichi Kudo? Did he come to help catch the Phantom Thief?"

   "Yes." A chatty crew assistant saw the fellow security guard and chatted with him:

   "You may not know it in the UK. Although Kudo Shinichi is a little outdated now, not long ago, he was also a very famous high school detective. I am also a fan of him!"

"It's just that he has been missing since then, so some media made wild speculations, saying that he met a murderer during the investigation and unfortunately died. Hmph, what nonsense, he is still alive and well...?" The little assistant said, suddenly looked at When the person in front of her showed a terrifying smile, she froze for a moment, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ireland slightly adjusted the muscles on his face, calmly eased some expressions, "I'm just a little surprised, the current media actually arranges a young and promising high school student like this for the sake of traffic, it's really embarrassing .”

  (end of this chapter)