Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Conan was so anxious that he wanted to jump off the plane: "I promise I won't catch you with this!"

"real?"

   Conan the chick nodded like pecking rice.

  Kaito Kuroba thought for a while, raised his hand and made a gesture to signal him to "listen carefully".

   Conan breathed a sigh of relief, looking forward to getting closer.

  The next moment, there was a pain in his arm——Kidd was stuck with a needle, and he was more decisive than when Conan gave him an anesthesia injection last night: "Take a break."

   "!" Conan grabbed him, "I'm not joking, you may be under control, I'm saving you! You..."

  Before he finished speaking, the effect of the medicine took effect, and he fainted again.

  Kaito Kuroba let out a silent sigh of relief.

  He picked up Conan and took it back to the two female high school students familiarly: "You kid ran away again—by ​​the way, don't read strange books to him. He actually wanted to tell me ghost stories just now."

  Mao Lilan was even more embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I must watch him this time!"... When did Conan run away, she didn't pay attention at all just now.

  Suzuki Sonoko leaned over suspiciously, staring at Conan, who was not peaceful at all: "Why did he fall asleep again?"

  Kaito Kuroba opened his mouth and came: "Oh, he accidentally hit the armrest just now—you also know that the air current is strong, the plane is always turbulent, and children are prone to lose their feet."

  Mao Lilan seemed even more grateful: "Fortunately, you picked him up, otherwise if he rolled to a corner and got stuck, his life might be in danger, thank you."

  Kaito Kuroba nodded without hesitation, received the thank you, and returned to his seat.

   His ears finally became quiet. He looked sideways at the night sky outside the window, thinking he could wait for the plane to land, but when he closed his eyes, what Conan just said frantically flashed through his mind.

"Although the mini-detective looks naive, his heart is still that famous high school student detective after all." Kaito Kuroba rested his chin in thought, "So why did Shinichi Kudo say such things? All my actions are not out of my own will, but are controlled by something... It’s really inexplicable, how can I be influenced by others.”

"That's right, that's what I will do." Kaito Kuroba tried not to be affected by Conan's nagging appearance, and comforted himself, "I am not influenced by anyone. I should have suggested that Morilan find Conan a Psychiatrist, that guy's mental state is a bit strange..."

  He was thinking boredly while looking at the thunderstorm outside the window. This kind of weather is prone to accidents, but the drivers were all lying down.

Thinking about Kuroba Kaito, he couldn't help sighing: "Hey, Conan is right about one thing. I should wait for the plane to land before contacting the detectives, instead of being stupid enough to take the same flight with them." Long-haul planes—this is too dangerous.

   "I hope that old lover in Mushu can hold on to the Nakamori Police Department for a little longer and not be caught. Otherwise, I, the 'Xinzhuang Gong' on the passenger list, will be in trouble."

  …

  Hokkaido, Hakodate.

  The genuine Xinzhuang Isao was wearing Kidd's clothes at this time, driving on the street at high speed.

  He fixed the monocle on the eye socket awkwardly, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the car was speeding on the spacious street.

   While running, Xinzhuang Gong suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose in doubt, and suddenly realized:

"Ms. Mu Shuli must be missing me—the hard work is worth it now. When the flight arrives and I appear in front of everyone in Kidd's handsome appearance, she will definitely forget about that young detective and start over again." Fall in love with me!"

"but…"

  Xin Zhuanggong glanced at the rearview mirror—there were dozens of police cars closely following him on the road behind him. Kaito Kidd's influence is definitely not small. Even in Hokkaido, the Nakamori Police Department has seconded a large number of police cars. The siren blared, the dazzling light surged like a sea, and the entire road was almost dyed red.

  Xinzhuang Gong gulped down his saliva, and stepped on the gas pedal harder: "Stop chasing! Cosplay is not breaking the law, so can't you catch me after I come out!"

  The Nakamori police department seemed to sense the driver's panic from the slight swing of the vehicle ahead.

   Kidd is happy when he panics. The middle-aged police department made up their minds to catch someone here. He raised his horn and shouted: "Give up resistance, pull over, get out of the car and surrender! You can't run!"

  Xinzhuang Gong snorted coldly: For Miss Mu Shuli's favor, he must be so handsome that other people rush over by flight.

only…

  Why is there still no news about the flight?

  …

  The flight he was talking about was still flying smoothly.

  Jiang Xia sat in the cockpit, looked at the full-screen instrument panel, and at the autopilot system that completely replaced his functions, and yawned.

  Hashimoto Maya immediately asked worriedly: "Are you okay, can I get you some coffee?"

   After speaking, he suddenly remembered what happened to the captain just now, and wondered whether there was any residual poison in the cockpit, so he quickly changed his words: "Hey, forget it—let me tell you some ghost stories to refresh your mind?"

  Jiang Xia: "..." Before turning around, he has already started to care about his boss, this little brother is very good.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Jiang Xia is still very interested in ghost stories, "It's best to adapt real people and real events, or have a specific location—you know, I'm a detective, and I pay more attention to reality. I don't care if it's too fake. I will believe it. If it is true, I can go to have a look and help the nearby residents solve their problems."

  Mayah Hashimoto: "..." There are so many requests, how can there be real people in ghost stories! I think it's better to drink coffee for you.

   Having said that, Hashimoto Maya still dare not let Jiang Xia touch the food on the plane.

  He silently swallowed the outrageous ghost story he was going to tell just now, thinking about how to make up one now.

  But before he could think about it, the radio suddenly rang, and there was an instruction from the airport tower: "Mr. Jiang Xia, can you hear me?"

  Jiang Xia recovered and sat up straight again.

Seeing that he was no longer sleepy, Hashimoto Maya finally breathed a sigh of relief: "..." Great, there is no need to tell ghost stories—he was really afraid that when Jiang Xia's request of "combining real people and real events" was met, he would Mix up the places, and accidentally spit out some corpse hiding places or organization bases.

  Jiang Xia's attention has returned to the plane as expected, he responded calmly: "I can hear it."

   "Okay." The control tower commanded: "Now please change the frequency to 118.35."

  Jiang Xia found the radio and reached out to tune it.

  Hashimoto Maya stood by and saw it, and was very pleased: he learned quickly! As expected of a high school student detective, his IQ is not bad. Hold on, the plane should be able to land smoothly.