Conan’s Corpse Picker

   "Let me go back! Who are you guys?!"

  The murderer was covered with a black hood, so he couldn't see anything, but he was still very imposing. This proud son of heaven, who had never experienced any setbacks since he was a child, sat on a stool with his legs crossed, his chest raised and his head raised, facing the two kidnappers who had never met before.

  Ireland stared at the tool man who indirectly caused his injury, his fists were itching—if he could catch this guy before he entered the police station, things would be much easier. Then he can use whatever means he wants, and he will definitely be able to ask for more effective things.

  Ireland: "..." It's a pity that in order to avoid the person who fell from the building who was kicked towards him, his wound burst, so he could only leave the scene in a hurry to avoid being blocked by the police, and he didn't have the energy to take care of these at all.

  … Uzo the bastard. Kill him sooner or later.

  I don’t know how many times Ireland has solemnly made an oath in its heart.

   Then he glanced at his confidant, and raised his chin at the murderer.

  Hashimoto Maya immediately understood what his boss meant. He cleared his throat and honestly acted as a tool for interrogation: "Don't worry, we are not bad people, but I just have a question to ask you—who did you learn the way of killing people by beating people?"

  The murderer was stunned, and after a while, he sneered angrily: "What method does this uncle want to use, I need to learn from others? Of course I came up with it myself!"

When he thought that the kidnapper on the opposite side dared to question him, the murderer felt uncomfortable: "Oh, I see, you think this method is too subtle, so you can't believe it came from me? Huh, it's so pitiful, like you Such a mindless person must have never had such a wonderful experience of inspiration."

   "..."

  This direction is different from what Ireland imagined.

  ...The murderer really doesn't know who Uzo is?

   If he pretended to be like this on purpose, then his acting skills are too good.

  Ireland tapped silently on the edge of the table with her fingertips, feeling a bad premonition in her heart, but she was unwilling to let go of this hard-won handle.

  He thought for a moment, opened the notepad of the phone, typed a few words, and turned the screen to show to the assistant.

  Hashimoto Maya took a closer look respectfully.

   Soon, his voice sounded again in the room: "It's too late to deny it now. Do you remember what you said when you were arrested?"

  The murderer frowned. It may be his proud personality that made him feel that there is no question in this world that he cannot answer. When he heard the other party ask this question, he actually recalled it seriously:

   "What I said at the time was, 'Since I did make a mistake in this supposedly perfect case, then I'll admit it and treat it as a reward for your hard work.'"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have misunderstood the identities of the two people on the opposite side, and snorted: "You want to test whether I will retract my confession on the spot before the trial? Hmph, it's really a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's belly. Now that I said I will be responsible for my own methods, and I will not engage in such humiliating behaviors as 'sophistry'."

   Maya Hashimoto felt that this guy was a bit difficult to communicate: "It's not this sentence, it's the last sentence."

  Murderer: "Last sentence?"

Maya Hashimoto repeated what he said at the time: "What you said was, 'This time the prisoner is no ordinary person, he is a very good character. He will not leave any Evidence against yourself'...tell me, who is this man you're talking about?"

   "..."

  The interrogation room suddenly fell silent.

  The murderer's movements also paused.

   Ireland watched his reaction, his eyes narrowed silently, feeling that he had grasped the key.

   Just about to take advantage of the victory and pursue, ask for clues.

  However, the next second, the murderer on the opposite side suddenly spoke. In his originally arrogant voice, there was actually a trace of pity: "You are really stupid... tsk, everyone will understand, it's just a compliment to myself.

"The police were right in front of me at the time. If I were to say that the murderer was me, they would go online and investigate. That's why I didn't point out that the 'excellent person' was actually myself—such a simple thing, you guys Can’t understand? Kindergarten kids are smarter than you.”

   "Wait. So you got me out in the middle of the night for this idiotic question?"

When the murderer thought that this powerful kidnapper who could arrest people in the police station had no brains, he couldn't help but sneered because of the contrast: "You don't really think that someone is behind me to help me, hahahaha. Hurry up, hurry up!" Take off this annoying hood and let me see how funny you are fighting the air!"

  Hashimoto Maya looked at him silently, didn't feel offended, but his eyes gradually turned into pity: "Oh." You don't really think that you committed this crime out of your own will, do you?

  Ireland also discovered some problems from the attitude of the murderer.

   Judging from the data, this winner in life has never studied acting or other majors. Now this look doesn't look like acting - he really doesn't feel that there is another person behind him, and he doesn't know the existence of Uzo, just like those stupid murderers provoked by Uzo in the past.

  Ireland: "..." Is it really because I think too much. Or was this just another nasty joke Uzo played on him?

  Seeing that Uzo's handle floated to his hand and slipped away quietly, Ireland couldn't help clenching his fists, not wanting to give up so easily.

  —What if?

  In case this person is self-taught and has outstanding acting skills, and now kills himself to commit crimes independently, he just doesn't want to involve the people behind the scenes...

  Ireland decided to give it a try, otherwise it would not be reconciled.

  He thought for a while, resisted the urge to ask in person, and typed another paragraph on the phone.

  The murderer dared to praise Uzuo in public, even if he didn't name him, it showed that he was definitely not Uzuo's subordinate, and he didn't know the principle of secrecy in the organization.

  But he refused to disclose any news about Uzo. In this way, there is only one truth—the murderer may be a fan of Uzo. He discovered Uzo, a criminal genius, by some accidental circumstances, and was impressed by it, which is why he had these abnormal performances.

   Maya Hashimoto glanced at the instructions on the phone, and nodded clearly.

  He turned to the murderer and coaxed, following the instructions of his superiors:

   "It can be seen that not only using the methods he provided to commit crimes, but also maintaining him to such an extent, you must admire him very much.

"That guy is not a person that ordinary people can easily come into contact with. But now, I am willing to give you a chance. As long as you tell me how you discovered his true face, I can take you to meet your idol, and even make him You have a cordial exchange with him—how? Think about it?"