Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1844 Chapter 1843 [Jiang Xia who cannot escape]

   On this ordinary night, of course not only the high school students and peripheral members of the organization were busy.

   Masumi Takamori knew nothing about the respective developments of the two sides.

   After finally getting rid of those enthusiastic elementary school classmates, she dragged the huge suitcase through the silent night and hurried home, her mind was full of her own business.

   Soon, Takamori Masumi returned to the apartment she was renting.

  She took the elevator upstairs, and when she reached the door of the room, she looked around furtively, then opened the door, and quickly dodged in.

   In a small room, you can directly see the living room from the entrance.

  The living room is quite messy, fragments of the vase and the flowers inside are scattered all over the place. In the place where the fragments were most concentrated, there was a scruffy young man lying on his stomach. There was blood on the back of his head, and he seemed to have died a long time ago.

  Masumi Takamori dragged the empty suitcase into the house, but didn't pack it right away. She slumped on the ground, lit a long, slender women's cigarette, and took a deep breath.

In the smog, Masumi Takamori leaned against the wall, talking to himself wearily, and comforted himself psychologically: "It's just at this time that I met my classmates from elementary school, and they are friends with that famous detective...I heard that the detective You can quickly find the murderer at a glance, but my home is the scene of the crime, and the shopping mall is so far away, even Jiang Xia must not be able to see anything."

   Masumi Takamori didn't expect that he would actually embark on the road of killing people.

  The career is booming, she originally planned to change to a better and safer house in two days, but before she found a good house, the ex-boyfriend came to the door with malicious intentions.

  Takamori Masumi did have a depraved bad girlhood. If what she did during that period was widely publicized, maybe her modeling career would come to an end.

  The ex-boyfriend knew this very well, so he asked for 5 million. When Takamori Masumi thought that he would live in the pain of working for such a guy for the rest of his life, he couldn't help but picked up the vase next to him.

   When she regained consciousness, the heavy vase had already hit the back of the ex-boyfriend's head.

   And she didn't want to turn herself in for this kind of scum, so she had to rush to the supermarket to buy a suitcase and come back, planning to get rid of him in the dead of night.

   "Okay, don't make those pessimistic assumptions, get up and work." Takamori Masumi patted his face hard to encourage himself.

  She was about to get up, but when her eyes fell on the corpse that was in urgent need of treatment, something unexpected made Masumi Takamori tremble all over and let out a scream from her throat—why does this corpse have its eyes open? !

  She remembered very clearly that before she went out to buy a suitcase just now, she looked at the staring corpse and felt scared, so she closed his eyes specially for him.

  Can now...

   "Is it really so dead..." Masumi Takamori stepped forward tremblingly, "I don't want to kill you, but who told you not to leave a way for others to survive."

  She closed her eyes and stretched out her hands, closing the eyes of the corpse again.

  Looking at the corpse that had become peaceful again, Takamori Masumi breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped back to the ground.

   Right at this moment, her hand suddenly bumped into something, and the thing hit the floor with a jingling sound.

   "Huh?" Masumi Takamori looked down suspiciously, and saw a small foreign silver coin, "What is this, did it fall out of that guy?"

She shook her head, wiped the coin and stuffed it back into the pocket of the corpse, then took a deep breath, and began to destroy the corpse: there was an undeveloped wild lake area just a few kilometers away, put more stones, and sink the corpse into the lake Enough.

  …

  The day of the fashion show.

  Early in the morning, Takamori Masumi arrived at the station closest to the venue by car.

  She glanced at the newspapers sold in the small shop, walked over to buy one as if nothing had happened, and after reading it, she swiped her phone to confirm that there was no news of any "corpse at the bottom of the lake" recently, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Shouldn't be discovered." Takamori Masumi comforted himself in his heart, "There are so many missing persons every year, and this one is definitely not bad. Calm down, it's not a big problem."

  Thinking of this, she threw away the newspaper with ease, and planned to go to the venue.

   Unexpectedly, when I turned around, there was an extra person on the street.

  Jiang Xia held the ticket in one hand and the bag in the other, glanced at her, and gave her a polite smile.

   Behind Jiang Xia, the two female classmates were not so polite.

   "We are coming!" Sonoko Suzuki jumped over and hugged Masumi Takamori, who was in a daze, "Surprised or unexpected!"

  Masumi Takamori: "..."

  ... Today is a working day, don't you guys have to go to school? !

  Her expression was almost cracked, and she tried to smile, but her face couldn't be controlled.

   Fortunately, at this moment, there was a screeching sound of brakes next to him.

  The assistant of Boduo Garment Design Company arrived by car and waved to Masumi Takamori: "Masumi, I'm here to pick you up. Huh? Who are these people, are you friends?"

   Masumi Takamori smiled uglier than crying, and nodded.

  Suzuki Sonoko patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Cry if you want to cry, with such loyal friends as us, it's normal to be moved, hahahahaha."

  Conan: "…"

  Although I don't know exactly what happened to this old classmate, judging from her reaction, after today, this string of hearty laughter will probably become Masumi Takamori's nightmare.

  …

  Fortunately, the little assistant drove a commercial vehicle with enough seats, and they were taken to the venue in one trip.

"Hello, I'm Sayoko Kiriyama." The little assistant looked at them from the rearview mirror, feeling a little emotional, "I didn't expect Masumi to have friends...ah no, I mean, I didn't expect her to have such a famous detective friend .”

  Masumi Takamori's eyes gradually lost their brilliance: "..." Can you forget about detectives, and let's talk about my lack of friends.

  Although one person gradually lost the desire to chat and survive, with Sonoko Suzuki and the little assistant also a talkative person, the atmosphere in the car was lively all the way.

  …

  The vehicle drove towards the beautiful countryside for a while, and finally stopped in front of a villa built in the deep mountains.

The little assistant introduced: "Here we come. This is the 'French Pavilion' rented by our boss with a lot of money. It is said that it was built by rich people in the last century. At that time, only dignitaries were eligible to enter, but now it has been converted into a hotel. Anyone can come in as long as they save money and pick a day when they are not booked out."

   Several people entered the hotel with their luggage. Under the enthusiastic introduction of the assistant, they went to the counter to register.

   And before they stepped into the hotel lobby.

   Wing, behind a curtain in a room.

  Jiro Inozuka pushed his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a cold light flashed through the lenses: "Are these high school students again? Oh, what a 'coincidence'."

  (end of this chapter)