Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1881 1881 [Vodka: Hateful headline party! 】Ask monthly ticket()

  Related to Jiang Xia, the screenwriter was arrested, someone hijacked a car after being arrested, and the robbery succeeded...

  All kinds of clues were stitched together in Vodka's mind, and mixed with a little personal prayer element. The next moment, Vodka's heart was shocked, and he blurted out in surprise: "Uzo has been arrested, and his little brother dared to rob the police car! - These few people can't be wanted anymore. Boss will definitely throw his Uzo army as far as possible, and maybe even kill him directly!"

  Gin took a look here, and heard the unconcealable joy in his tone: "?"

  Vodka continued to be excited: "That kid knows a lot about the organization, heck, at least he knows a lot of assassination lists. In order to prevent him from leaking the secrets, do we need..." He raised his hand in front of his thick neck, killing intent suddenly.

  Gin sneered: "Yes, you can do it."

   Vodka: “…”

  I don't know what came to mind, his simple happiness seemed to be poured with cold water and extinguished.

   But curiosity is not as easily shattered as killing intent. While Vodka was talking, he had clicked on the news: let him see which policeman or detective is so good that he can catch that kid Uzuo. oh! In this line! The detective is..."

  Jiangxia.

   Vodka: “…”

   Vodka: "..."

  This kid must be sick! Catch yourself?

   Could it be that he found himself a top pot? Like that guy with curly hair and sunglasses that makes people feel uncomfortable?

  Vodka has never been so focused even when watching celebrity photo albums. He can see ten lines at a glance without missing words, and he has used his brain power to the extreme.

   After reading the report, he fell silent.

  Vodka: "..." Who is this woman? ?

  Why do you call her a script teacher? Does anyone deserve this nickname? These **** headline reporters!

  …

   "Ah Choo!"

  A newspaper office in the distance. The reporter who was frantically typing on the keyboard and frantically continuing to write detailed new reports suddenly turned his head away and sneezed.

   "Who is talking about me so late?" The reporter rubbed his nose and quickly laughed, "It must be those colleagues! But it is normal for them to scold behind such a wonderful case with such a bizarre ending."

  Passing colleagues heard this and couldn't help but continue: "Speaking of which, when I saw the title of the script you sent me earlier, I really thought that some script writer had an accident and planned to bundle it with related works for a wave of publicity. It turned out that the murderer and the deceased had nothing to do with the script, and they were people from the modeling agency."

   "What do you know, you don't know the audience of the case news at all." The reporter was inflated, raised his head and snorted proudly:

  "In addition to the case, this group of readers generally also like to read mystery novels, and the script is projected into reality, so they can't help but click on it.

   "Otherwise, is it necessary to use the information of "revenge by the president's costume designer and get rid of the crime" as the title? - There are so many cases of this kind every year, and the presidents who died because of this can go around Mihua Town. Compared with such an ordinary topic, of course the center of "Scriptwriter" is better."

  Another reporter who went to collect materials with him spoke more pragmatically: "We didn't expect it at first, but after listening to the detective finish the case, this title took shape in our hearts. If Jiang Xia doesn't want to be a detective one day, he must have a bright future as a reporter."

  The honest colleagues who passed by still felt that something was wrong, and felt that they must not be the only one who was cheated.

  He took out his phone and flipped through the latest comments under the case report. Surprised: "Look, someone misunderstood you! Here is an anonymous trumpet who scolded you badly - saying 'You don't understand script writers at all!', 'You dare to post such an exaggerated title!', 'Be careful recently!', tsk tsk, it’s scary, this person is not a scriptwriter by profession, or does he know some scriptwriter friends, think we have tarnished this sacred profession?"

  The reporter who is still working hard to refine the report, not to mention being scolded, has been beaten when he is unlucky. He waved his hand indifferently: "Hurry up, don't poke there and chat, you still have a lot of work tonight. If you are a troll, reading it is a waste of time."

  The colleague took a sip of tea, put down his phone, and returned to work reluctantly.

   And the latest comment was quickly refreshed, submerged in many comments.

  …

   When Vodka became angry and sent a message.

  Gin had already guessed the situation from the change in his expression. He leisurely lit a cigarette and took a sip: "Does it make you happy to deal with private affairs online in front of me?"

  Vodka had just received a few comments scolding him for being a fan of brains, and was about to retaliate in disbelief, when the sound of gin next to Leng suddenly dissipated all the anger he had accumulated.

   "I'm very sorry, I was misled by the wrong information." As soon as the anger dissipated, he returned to his normal state, Vodka replied cowardly, and at the same time briefly explained the news he had just seen in order to divert his elder brother's attention.

   "I didn't expect that there were quite a few criminals of this type, and this person almost succeeded." After throwing away his colored glasses, Vodka recalled the course of the case, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous: Whoever was in Inozuka Jiro's position would probably have a hard time avoiding the sudden shot—who would have thought that an obedient, well-behaved, grateful underage girl under his hand would suddenly become a murderous gun-wielding killer?

anyway…

  Vodka suddenly became alert: Why does the name Inozuka Jiro sound so familiar?

  Vodka sighed with emotion at this tortuous case and the "funeral silver coins" hidden behind.

  Besides, Gin is not too unexpected—the police pretended to close the case in order to catch the real "funeral silver coins". And if you want to deceive the cunning funeral silver coins, you have to deceive yourself first, so the simple case of "model serial murder in clothing company" has already been published in the newspaper, and both he and Vodka have seen it.

   It was just because this case was considered unremarkable among Wu Zuo's pile of cases, and they were very busy at the time, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

  This is probably one of the reasons why Vodka was successfully misleading in the reports—they all knew that there was a hidden Uzo behind these cases, so when they saw that the mastermind behind the scenes was arrested, and they still used the title of "scriptwriter", Vodka's thinking went astray.

  Thinking of this, Gin took a puff of cigarette silently, looked at Vodka with a hint of scrutiny: "..." With such a distance and several days of no contact, this guy is still powerless against Uzo's tricks.

  The hidden crisis around him made Gin secretly alert, but he thought about Vodka's actual combat ability and ability to cover up true emotions...

  His secretly tense body returned to its previous normal state.

  (end of this chapter)