Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1772 1771 [The tragic death of the congressman]

   "Hmm..." Sonoko Suzuki glanced at the position of the congressmen and the stage just now, and found that there were no obvious obstacles between the two, let alone any big figures that must not be collided with.

  So she rolled her eyes: "Maybe he thinks this is more eye-catching. You see him smiling so proudly, maybe he wants to enjoy the feeling of being watched more. Heh, a middle-aged uncle who loves vanity."

   While talking, Jiang Xia touched her. Suzuki Sonoko turned his head to look—the congressman turned around to them.

   It didn't seem good to say bad things in person, Sonoko Suzuki picked a small cake and stuffed it into his mouth, using physical means to shut himself up.

  …

  Rep. Takada looks good, but his heart is like an overloaded motor, and it is difficult to stop for a moment.

  The recent election has made him burnt out, but that’s okay, it’s related to his future, and he can always get the respect of others. He is painful and happy during these trips, which is not difficult.

   What really bothered him was actually an unexpected situation. That's right, it was the weird reporter who made a harsh speech before being arrested and imprisoned.

  The black material in the hands of the reporter was actually about Senator Takata—in the apartment that the reporters took as an alibi, lived his lovely wife who had been with him for many years.

   Politicians’ indiscretions in private life are already criticized, and more importantly, his wife’s mother’s family is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If this matter breaks out at this juncture, he will be in trouble.

  Since that **** reporter even dared to steal the will of a big shot in order to write a popular report, there is nothing he can’t do for the popularity. Councilor Takada has no doubt that if the reporter dares to say that, he really dares to reveal the information he has.

  So lately, most of his brain cells have been devoted to figuring out how to shut up that reporter.

   But it is not an easy task to get your hands into a prison, let alone kill a reporter who is healthy, has no underlying diseases, and has just attracted social attention.

  Even if it is really successful, if a relative or friend of the reporter has a backup of the cause and effect in his hand, once the reporter dies, others will leak the information, and the follow-up will be enough for him to drink a pot.

"It would be great if that guy was still outside. Whether it's throwing money or demanding his life, there is always a way to shut him up, but he was caught in so quickly..." Councilor Takada couldn't bear it when he thought of this. I can't help but curse in my heart.

   Cursing and cursing, Councilor Takata happened to pass by Jiang Xia. As soon as he looked up, he saw a face with some impression flashed in front of him—it was the young detective who solved the reporter's case.

  ... If this **** detective didn't bring in the media, he could still find a way to deal with it in private, but now that the matter has been exposed, the difficulty of making small moves has doubled in an instant.

   When he thought of the problem that had troubled him for several days, with the help of the detective in front of him, Senator Takada's face sank.

   And he quickly found a way to relieve himself.

  —The high school student detective was exchanging business cards just now. He seemed to be in a good mood. He obviously wanted to develop contacts in this circle.

   And everyone present is a group of successful people with age and experience, who can read faces and read air.

As a member of the House of Representatives, there is such a disparity in status between him and a private detective. He doesn’t even need to do anything more. He just needs to make some small language traps to express his dislike for this detective. The other participants in the meeting will naturally know. What to do in the future.

   Cameras are not allowed in the banquet hall, and the reporters who can come in are all his people. He embarrasses the detective here, and no one dares to report indiscriminately.

  Heh, arrogant brat, it's time to teach him the cruelty of society.

  Thinking of this, the congressman paused slightly and stopped beside Jiang Xia.

  Curaçao looked here a few steps away, and silently squeezed the tray in her hand. For some reason, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

  The next moment, Councilor Takada smiled at Jiang Xia, as if he wanted to say a few words of encouragement to the high school student who was about to be commended in advance: "You..."

   "Peng!"

   A sudden gunshot.

   Representative Takada's heart spattered with blood. The mocking smile still remained on his face, but his body had already been hit by a huge kinetic energy, and he fell back.

  —Someone actually fired a cold shot diagonally above!

The bullet first grazed President Ishimoto's arm, blowing out a streak of blood, causing the president who had just received the threatening letter to let out a scream, and then hit Congressman Takada's heart again, sinking into him. in the body.

   Representative Takada was interrupted by physics before he could say anything. Those carefully prepared words to make things difficult will remain forever in his bullet-pierced heart.

   "President?!"

   "...Mr. Takata!"

  A bullet knocked down two people, and the two secretaries were stunned, and immediately rushed to their respective employers.

  President Ishimoto looked okay, but his arm was bleeding a little. With the support of his secretary, he stood still in a cold sweat.

   On the other side, the congressman's eyes were dull, and he fell straight down. The body of the unconscious person was extremely heavy, and the tall secretary tried to help him, but he couldn't.

   Soon, the congressman fell to the ground with a thud, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he became a fresh corpse.

   "..."

  The staff at the scene sensed something was wrong, and turned on the lighting of the banquet hall in a daze.

  The dead Senator Takata suddenly appeared in front of everyone in a high-definition manner, and beside him was an injured President Ishimoto.

   There was a shooting incident in such a high-end place. After a brief silence, the banquet hall was suddenly filled with screams. The participants were extremely frightened and instinctively rushed to a place away from Representative Takada.

  The murderous gunman didn't know where to hide, and the guests who were desperate for their lives fled in chaos. They rushed to the bodyguard at the door in a blink of an eye, and fled in all directions.

   This rapid development was so abrupt that even Curacao was taken aback for a moment. Soon she came back to her senses and looked at the congressman who fell to the ground.

   After all, he is a professional. Unlike the people who were trying to rescue him, Curacao can confirm it at a glance—judging from the position and angle of the shot, this congressman is completely hopeless.

   The assassination target he had stared at for a long time suddenly died in front of him, but Curacao was not surprised at all.

  She forgot to cover her sight for a while, and slowly raised her head to look at Jiang Xia who was standing next to the congressman: "..." Uzuo... actually did it so directly? !

   Isn't his target the President Ishimoto who received the threatening letter! Could it be that it was just a cover, the person he really wanted to kill was the congressman who was about to present him with an award? !

   Curacao suddenly remembered something, she turned her head and looked at the lighting window diagonally above.

  (end of this chapter)