Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Saburo Inozuka took a closer look, and saw that the mannequin had a wig on its head in a funny way, which had the same hairstyle as his second brother.

  Saburo Inozuka silently stepped aside to clear the way, watching the police carry the model away: "..." There must be something wrong with this group of policemen, the emergency doll even wears a wig... Wait, police?

  Why the police, shouldn't the doctors be busy here? Could it be that Jiro also revealed some secrets and was targeted by the police?

  Saburo Inozuka suddenly felt bad, and looked at the policeman passing by, a little wary.

   But it was too late to be vigilant at this time. He visited late at night, and he had obviously attracted the attention of the police. The policeman looked at him: "Are you...?"

   Inozuka Saburo's heart was pounding, and he tried to pretend to be a commoner: "My name is Inozuka Saburo, and I am Inozuka Jiro's younger brother. I heard that he is hospitalized. Let me come and see."

  While speaking, he was already prepared to deal with the police's rhetoric: for example, he separated when he was young, he was not familiar with Inozuka Jiro, for example, the two brothers had different ideas, and they hadn't been in contact for a long time...

   However, unlike what he had imagined, the police did not step forward to question him about Inozuka Jiro.

  The two policemen just looked at each other, and then showed pity: "Please forgive me."

   After speaking, they probably didn't want to cause trouble, so they carried the mannequin and walked away at three times the speed.

  Inozuka Saburo who was left on the spot: "...?"

   Sad? What's the matter? Wait... is that what he meant? !

  He was stunned for two seconds, and after recovering, he mourned for his second brother for a few seconds.

   Then following his instinct, he quietly left this dangerous hospital full of police officers.

  Backing in the car, Inozuka Saburo grabbed his hair and organized his thoughts: "Why did he die suddenly? Didn't it mean that he was shot by the murderer, and the situation has improved..."

   Before he could figure it out, someone knocked on the car window several times.

   "?!" Inozuka Saburo was startled, he raised his eyes and saw a strange man standing outside.

  The man seemed to be of mixed race, with profound facial features and slightly high cheekbones. When he looked up, he gave people a very fierce and suffocating feeling.

  However, when the man bent down, revealing a pair of harmless-looking and even mild-looking eyes, the weird sense of ferocity suddenly faded away.

   But no matter what, he was a tall and strange man after all. Saburo Inozuka moved his foot to the gas pedal, and said vigilantly through the car window, "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

  "Saburo Inozuka, right." The scary but not scary British-Japanese mixed-race outside pulled his locked rear door, didn't open it, so he put down his hand, "Kurosawa said that you will take over Inozuka Jiro's burden and become his next pick, that is, become my caretaker—you can call me George... Forget it, even the detectives know my real name, so you can just call me Hashimoto Maya. I will trouble you in the next few days."

  The people outside the car finished speaking, saw that he still didn’t respond, and nodded to themselves: "The vigilance is not bad, it is indeed the... ace sent by that guy. Well, you should have received the email from Heisawa. Hurry up and let me get in the car. There are too many policemen around here. If I stay for a long time, I am easy to be targeted by them. My documents are all in Heisawa, so I can’t drive. I have to take your car back.”

   "..."

  Although I still don't know what happened, but there was a person next to me, and Saburo Inozuka's stagnant brain finally started to work again.

  He read the email as if he was sleepwalking, put the strange guy who was supposed to be the target of the watchman but sounded like a watchman into the car, and then kicked the accelerator and drove out.

  On the way, he realized something belatedly: "Wait, what does it mean to take over Jiro's burden and become his next partner... Is Jiro dead already?!"

  Hashimoto Maya sat in the back row and looked at him secretly, imitating in his mind the process of knocking Saburo Inozuka unconscious and then taking over the steering wheel—according to Kurosawa, this younger brother is the best one to deal with among the three Inozuka brothers. After all, the older brother is already like that, and the younger brother is actually easier to deal with...

   Hashimoto Maya was distracted for a short while, then quickly withdrew her thoughts and answered the poor Inozuka's younger brother's question.

  He didn't know where to start with such a complicated case, so he summed up thousands of words into one sentence: "Haven't you read the news? The latest report about Jiang Xia—those reporters' writing is not bad, and the things are also very clear."

  Saburo Inozuka was startled, and suddenly remembered those younger brothers who were hesitant to speak before, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

  He thought for a while and turned on the radio.

  At this time, in addition to the very eye-catching feature of "manipulating the crime", there was another bigger explosive point in this case-someone carjacked on the way to the police.

  So the already very high enthusiasm burst into another section, overwhelming, and almost all the stations related to this case were talking about this case.

  Saburo Inozuka was covered in cold sweat when he heard this, and said suddenly: "Manipulating murder? I seem to have heard similar rumors in the organization, and not long after that, the gossip person died."

  Suddenly he remembered another thing, and stared at Hashimoto Maya from the rearview mirror: "My elder brother was involved in a serial murder case and unfortunately died, so did my second brother, and I just now... Could it be, could it be that there is really that kind of demon in the organization who takes murder for fun! Do you know that person? Otherwise, why are your guards dead?!"

  Maya Hashimoto: "..." On the way, Inozuka Taro, Inozuka Jiro, and even Kurosawa and Ma didn't think about it here. They just felt that they were unlucky. This ordinary Inozuka Saburo actually hit the point right away.

  ... This person is quite idle, he usually chats and gossips a lot in the organization, heh! Fishing bastard.

  But now is not the time to dwell on this issue.

  Hashimoto Maya has one more thing to worry about.

   "The carjacker mentioned in the news should be you."

  Hashimoto Maya walked through the front window of the car, looking at the dark road ahead: "Who sent you here, or did you come up on your own? Did you come to silence or save people? Where is Naoko Torimaru now? Did the policemen on the road take the opportunity to murder their colleagues to create chaos? — If it's classified, it's fine, don't answer me, I'm just asking casually."

  Originally, when Naoko Torimaru was escorted into the police car, Maya Hashimoto was already desperate.

   After all, if it was the real Uzo, how could it have fallen into the hands of the police so easily? Even if Wu Zuo wanted to surrender himself on a whim, the organization would not agree.

  So just now, when someone hijacked a car, the lost light in Maya Hashimoto's eyes was like a mass of dead ash that was holding on and refused to be extinguished when it encountered the wind and lit up again. (end of this chapter)