Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1862 1862【It’s just Uzo’s order】

  Takamori Masumi turned back from the window, looking at the president Inozuka who provided her with a modeling job after she entered the society and promoted her along the way. Her eyes were buried in the shadows of her hair, and she whispered, "I am a 'funeral silver coin'? Why can you say such things as if nothing happened..."

Looking at her expression, Inozuka Jiro felt vaguely uncomfortable. He stood up vigilantly from the corpse to prevent the woman from going crazy and biting himself: "Don't you? Then tell me, why are you standing in this secret room?" in the same room."

  Hearing his unfounded questioning and the real questions in his words, the unforgettable scene he saw in elementary school suddenly appeared in Takamori Masumi's mind—

The pair of beautiful little birds raised in the class somehow pushed their eggs down the nest and smashed them to pieces, but they stood on the dead body of the child as if nothing happened, bouncing around and showing off to the classmates with an innocent face .

   "I used to respect you like an elder or even a father. When I guessed who the 'funeral silver coin' was, I was the first to exclude you. But..."

  Takamori Masumi let out a desperate sneer, she suddenly raised her hand, holding a loaded pistol behind her back. She asked angrily: "Why am I standing in this room... Shouldn't I ask you, 'funeral silver coins'!"

   There was a gunshot.

  With a distance of less than three meters, the sound of the gunshot and the splash of blood erupted almost at the same time.

  The bullet pierced through his chest, and Inozuka Jiro fell to the ground with a look of shock. It never occurred to him that this model, who in his heart was just an underage kid, would hide a gun on his body.

   Until he lost consciousness, he didn't even think about why the plot direction was completely different from what he had planned.

  —After Inukai Yaojie died, he had already guessed the identity of the "funeral silver coin", and he had already pinched the other party's handle.

  According to Inozuka Jiro's plan, the "funeral silver coin" should obviously go to the meeting place to kill Jiang Xia after completing these serial murders, or commit suicide, and send it away with a detective...

  But how could he be one step ahead and be sent away first?

  ...And what the **** is Masumi Takamori in it? No matter how you think about it, it shouldn't be her.

  In addition, why did Masumi Takamori ask him to bury silver coins? How could Jiro Inozuka use such a tortuous and insidious method of killing!

   "Mr. Inozuka?!

   "...ambulance, call an ambulance!"

  Amid the question marks all over his head, Inozuka Jiro's consciousness gradually disappeared, sinking into eternal darkness.

  …

  The ambulance roared in, and carried the lifeless Inozuka Jiro, and roared away.

   While transporting the person into the ambulance, Hashimoto Moyenna quietly observed the expressions of the medical staff with a telescope. He noticed that one of them shook his head quietly at the other, and then the two of them carried Inozuka Jiro into the ambulance, which became quick but perfunctory—it seemed that this person was probably hopeless.

   "How should I put it?" Hashimoto Maya put down the binoculars, thinking that he would feel panic, but at this moment, there was only a numb tranquility in his heart after the storm, "I didn't find it unexpected at all."

  Heisawa and Ma went to inquire about the news, and came back with the information: "I heard that he was taken away by the murderer in a frenzy, tsk tsk, this guy is really unlucky."

   "Unlucky?" Hashimoto Maya chuckled dryly, and said in a low voice, "It's true, but it's 'unlucky' in another sense."

  Kisawa and Ma were stunned, and looked at him with some vigilance: "Why are you talking about it, and you can't speak directly if you have something to say? Do you know something inside?"

Maya Hashimoto shook his head, with a look of nothing to say: "Let's talk about your next teammate, if your superior finds me troublesome, I don't mind flying solo - besides, since Inozuka Jiro It’s already dead, so it’s up to you to decide now? I suggest you change to a place with few people, but don’t choose an isolated island villa or something, just find an ordinary residential house and forget about it.”

"Let's talk about this later." Kurosawa and Ma scratched their heads, "Compared to the next hiding place, did you forget one thing?—Isn't that fellow Inozuka sending Jiang Xia an appointment message in your name last night? What. If you leave now, what should you do if you are suspected of being the murderer?"

   "..."

  Hashimoto Maya suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing, and his movements froze, wishing to rush down and flog Inozuka Jiro's body again.

   Soon he took another deep breath: no, don’t be angry, don’t be impulsive, and maintain a peaceful mind...

  He hurriedly recited the anti-Uzo mantra he created in his mind, and regained his composure.

   Then he thought for a moment, got up decisively, and went to pack his luggage: "Let's go. Jiang Xia will not find the wrong murderer, he knows we are innocent, and..."

  In the middle of speaking, his movements suddenly froze. Hashimoto Maya stared at an extra note in the pile of clothes that didn't know when, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

  —That is a simple and elegant letterhead, which is provided uniformly by the hotel.

   At this time, only two short lines were written on the letter:

  [Go and have a chat, I am very interested in the friendship between you.

  —Ouzo]

  A few cute letters like bubbles fell into the eyes of Hashimoto Maya, but it made him almost stop breathing.

  ...Just because the code name made up of this string of letters represents the terrible legend in that organization.

   Even just this code name can make Hashimoto Maya's heart skip a beat. And at this time, thinking of the way it appeared...

  Hashimoto Maya felt as if a new railway with poor quality had been erected, and there were only a series of thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Only the two of them live in this room, and even the waiter will not come over, and the window is adjusted so that it can only open a fist gap to prevent him from escaping, let alone people, the cat thinks It's hard to get in.

  ... So how did this note appear here? !

  First exclude yourself, even if you are sleepwalking, you will not write such terrible things.

   So is it Inozuka Jiro, or... Kurosawa Kazuma?

  Hashimoto Maya quietly hid the note, turned her head slowly, looked at Kurosawa and Ma, and examined him very seriously for the first time.

  Kisawa and Ma were haired behind his staring: "?"

   Maya Hashimoto: "..."

  ...It doesn't look like it.

  Even if Kurosawa and Ma really brought the note in, this guy probably didn't take the initiative himself, but was tricked by accident.

Hashimoto Maya: "..." But if he can be calculated to bring in the note, he can bring in the poison, and he can go crazy in the middle of the night and strangle him... After all, Hashimoto Maya is a member of the organization who licks blood with knife and blood, and the moment in his mind is already One hundred and one ways of death emerged, and the hairs on the back couldn't help but stand on end.

  (end of this chapter)