Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1877 Chapter 1877 [Death Twins Scheduled]

   Curacao stared at the screen in silence for a moment, barely suppressing the urge to draw his gun.

  She silently wiped the Coke off her hands, turned off the movie, then turned on the light, wrapped in a blanket and walked to the movie storage box.

   Soon, she pulled out all the films related to detectives and reasoning faster than sorting files at work, and threw them into the bag next to her, ready to pack them up and throw them away.

  After thinking about it, he took out all the films of Yoko Kinoshita and packed them together.

   "Is this guy a cockroach? It's so ubiquitous that even movies have been invaded by him." Curacao looked at the half-empty storage box in an instant, and sighed silently, "I can't guarantee that there will be no guest appearances by him... It seems that I should change my hobby."

  After all, hobbies are for entertainment and relaxation, not for her to watch the culprit that caused her bad mood repeatedly even when she is already in a bad mood.

  Curaçao threw the potato chips on the table, found a cloth to cover the cola that just popped, and planned to get someone to clean it up tomorrow.

  Then she ended her plans for an all-night pastime ahead of schedule, took a shower again, and went back to the bedroom dull and fell asleep.

  …

   After sleeping for a few minutes, I sat up again in a startled state.

   "Almost forgot, I still have to deal with the canary that the troublemaker picked up." Curacao's eyes showed faint dark circles, she grabbed her phone, typed an email and sent it.

  At the same time, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: "This guy, Uzo, is probably using this method to euphemistically express his dissatisfaction with Maya Hashimoto's failure to receive the money, like, 'If you don't call someone for me, I'll have to pick it up myself'... Honestly, what's the matter with me? Uzo should go directly to Rum, but unfortunately I'm a qualified subordinate, and I can't betray my immediate boss..."

  Using the shortest sentences and complex emotions, he sent an email to a more capable subordinate. Curacao then breathed a sigh of relief, and with a faint curse on Uzo and Rum, he retracted into the quilt again.

  …

   Not long after, Saburo Inozuka received another email.

  He sent Masumi Takamori and Naoko Torimaru who had been picked up by the car to a remote apartment, and drove away by himself.

   Masumi Takamori and Naoko Torimaru looked at the dark house in front of them, exchanged glances, and walked in.

   Then I saw a decadent doctor wearing a mask and a white coat in the room—this is actually a clinic, and unlike the dilapidated appearance, the inside of the room is tidy, and there are a lot of instruments.

   "Why do you want to hide the clinic in this kind of building? It doesn't look very serious." Masumi Takamori was quietly alert. She silently grabbed the half brick she picked up just now in her wide pocket, and whispered to Naoko Torimaru, "Isn't it to arrest us to sell organs?"

  The doctor took a look at them and threw over two forms: "Do a physical examination first."

  Naoko Torimaru caught it and handed a copy to Masumi Takamori. She looked at the instruments, and then at the doctor opposite: "Is this... a plastic surgery for us?"

  The doctor snapped his fingers: "That's right, it's much better than those idiots who thought I was going to sell organs as soon as they entered the door, then ran away crazily and were shot to death halfway."

   "..." Takamori Masumi's eyes twitched: Is this guy thinking about something!

  Naoko Torimaru is quite calm. She seems to be talking to a doctor, and she seems to be explaining to Masumi Takamori: "We are fugitives now, and we have to go away to a deserted place and start over again, or we can change our face and hide here with a new identity and continue to live. "

  But she really didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.

  Naoko Torimaru: "..." Originally, she thought that even if she was not immediately silenced by the organization behind Inozuka Jiro, she would have to go through a troublesome review.

   I didn't expect to be so happy, so I jumped directly to the step of plastic surgery and face change. Plastic surgery is not a matter of saving money and effort. This "job-hopping" is like opening some high-speed green passage, and not only her, but even Masumi Takamori passed through it easily.

  Maybe it was too smooth, but Naoko Torimaru faintly sensed something, but a little uneasiness aroused in her heart: there is no such thing as a white pie in the sky, what is the purpose of the person who let them go?

  But at this moment, the only possible insider in front of her, the plastic surgeon, obviously had no intention of explaining to her.

  He looked at the two young and beautiful women, stared at their faces and thought: "Plastic plastic surgery is to change the appearance on the basis of the original face shape, and the range is usually not too large. But for people like you who need a facelift, I must strengthen the modification. Fortunately, your facial features are relatively straight and easy to use, so... Would you mind being a pair of mixed-race twin sisters?"

  Takamori Masumi was stunned: "Huh?"

  Doctor: "It just so happens that your bodies look almost exactly the same. Although there is a slight age difference, it is difficult to tell the difference as long as you change your face. It is enough to use it for a few years while you are young."

  The more the doctor thought about it, the more he felt satisfied. Anyway, the superior didn't say what she was going to use these two people for. Instead, he generously let him play freely, so he can rest assured to add a little personal hobby.

   "After the completion, you also need to create a set of supporting fake identities. The resume of this set of identities must not be too conspicuous, otherwise, if the academic content does not correspond to the technology you actually master, there will be a risk of exposure.

  "Of course, I can no longer do the kind of catwalk work that will appear in front of everyone or even appear on TV as before. This is really an act of death for fugitives, and it will also implicate others.

   "Under this premise, if you want to carry out infiltration missions and the like in the future, it will be difficult for you to find jobs and infiltration opportunities. After all, there are many young and beautiful girls now, and the job competition is also great, but—!"

   Speaking of this, the doctor was a little excited and waved his hands: "Young and beautiful women are common, but young and beautiful twins are not common!

   "Who doesn't like beautiful things appearing in pairs, even if it's to satisfy the desire to collect more or less human beings, or to look novelty, when the two of you apply for the same job, you can stand out from the crowd of candidates.

   "Actually, I've even thought about your future work route - complete facial surgery, if you are still alive, go to receive servant training, and apply for jobs in those famous people or well-known places in the future."

  (end of this chapter)