Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1882 1882【Uzo’s Terrorist Mail】

  Beside, Vodka suddenly felt terrified, keenly grasping a trace of invisible crisis.

  Some kind of instinct made him feel that he should say something at this time, so after thinking for a moment, Vodka anxiously decided to flatter him: "Brother, you are not surprised at all. As expected of you, you know that kid's script like the back of your hand!"

  Gin: "…"

  The filming was a bit blunt.

   But it is true.

   And the contradiction between vodka and Uzo is not a day or two...

  Gin was too lazy to pursue further. With his strength and status, of course he doesn't need to look at Vodka's face, he can be fined when he wants to be punished, and of course he can chat when he wants to chat.

  So Qin Jiu felt inspired, and suddenly said, "Guess why there are two birds locked in that birdcage in the banquet hall."

   "Bird?" Vodka thought about it for a while, and then realized that this was referring to the report, Uzo's mental journey when he solved the case... After all, it was obviously Uzuo who created the case himself, but he actually had the nerve to use his identity as a detective to participate in solving the case, pretending to be something like that, tui! Shameless!

   After a brief distraction, Vodka remembered the big brother's question. He thought for a while: "Because birds are usually sold in pairs?"

  Gin held the hand holding the cigarette for a while: "..."

   Vodka breath followed by a stop.

  He secretly glanced at Qinjiu, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: the elder brother’s expression seemed familiar—it was like when Brother Qinjiu wanted to chat about romance and philosophy, he was suddenly interrupted by a phone call from his collaborator that smelled of copper...

  Vodka quickly changed the answer, trying to rely on Gin's favorite style: "Uzo...it must be a metaphor for Uzo! He wants to imply that everything is under his control. That hapless model is like a bird in a cage. No matter how he jumps, he can't jump out of his palm!"

  Gin's complexion is a little slow.

  Vodka breathed a sigh of relief: Regardless of whether this is the correct answer or not, it seems that it is at least close to the answer Gin Brother wants.

  With a fairly qualified listener, Qin Jiu sneered, and said: "The canaries in the banquet hall are paired, and the victims trapped in the net are also paired. The self-righteous manipulator is just a caged bird that can't get out of the shadow of childhood and escape from Uzo's hands. It's no different from another bird that she fiddled with."

   Although Gin often annoys Uzo terribly, he has to admit that this young cadre sometimes has taste and vision—at least better than some mystery novels that don’t match the beginning and the end.

  If it weren’t for his fancy scripts, which would lead to low task efficiency, increase the probability of mistakes, and from time to time because of some bad tastes of the script writer, he would forcibly involve busy colleagues in it... Gin might not be too objectionable.

Beside   , Vodka scratched his head: So Uzo thought so?

  Forget it, no matter what he thinks, in short, there is another thing that people care about more than the innocence—the dead President Inozuka.

  Vodka: "..." If I remember correctly, in the serial murder case that happened on a deserted island not long ago, there was an unjust victim who had nothing to do with the case, who seemed to be called "Inozuka Taro"?

   Now why is there another Inozuka Jiro.

   And judging from the photos published in the newspaper, the two people's body and skeleton are somewhat similar, and they look like brothers.

  Then if they have another brother, wouldn't that brother be called... Saburo Inozuka? !

  From Taro's death to Jiro's, and then to Saburo's death...it's like a scary and threatening counting game.

  Vodka's eyes twitched wildly: Curse, this is a naked curse! Uzuo must have designed these two terrible cases because he used the name Uozuka Saburo!

   Just thinking about it, the phone suddenly dinged and received a new email.

  —Whatever you are talking about, this letter is obviously sent by Uzuo, the format is somewhat familiar, and it has the same picture as last time.

  Vodka: "..." I don't want to look.

  But what if you miss some important information and you encounter a more immediate crisis?

   After all, according to his extensive experience, Uzo rarely used too simple and direct murder methods, so no matter what the content of this email is, it will not directly cause him to suffer.

   But on the other hand, if you don’t read it, there may be extremely important news mixed in the email—for example, information like “the police are rounding you up, retreat immediately”.

   At that time, if he dies because he didn’t read the news, then even if the kid Uzo got the police here, as long as Uzo sent this email, he can use the excuse of “I sent it but the vodka didn’t read it” to get rid of the blame.

  A series of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and the balance in Vodka's heart immediately tilted.

look!

   Isn’t it just an email? There’s nothing to be afraid of.

  Not to mention the mail, even if Uzo stood in front of him, he would not panic at all—after all, he had a gun on his body, and Uzo was unarmed, and even the swing stick was covered with rubber. A mere brat dares to be arrogant with him.

  Thinking of this, Vodka opened the email with a majestic and proud momentum.

  The next moment, the interface refreshed, and a **** photo filled his entire field of vision.

  —In the photo, a burly man was shot in the center of the mouth and fell into a pool of blood. The sunglasses on the bridge of his nose were unable to slide off, and the big gold watch on his wrist was shining with a slumped light.

   This kind of **** email is too familiar, like a nightmare recurring.

  Vodka trembled: "..." I knew it would be like this!

  Resisting the twitching of his cheeks, he pressed the down key almost sparking. Quickly flipping through the photos, I saw that Uzo's message was attached to the back of the photo:

  [I was very sorry that Inozuka Taro, who was very similar to you, died unexpectedly last time. Unexpectedly, in a turn of events, I ran into his brother Jiro Inozuka by chance.

  [Mr. Jiro looks more like you, sometimes when I stand next to him, I have the illusion of seeing you in a trance.

  [Originally I wanted to introduce him to you, but unfortunately, in a case that happened not long ago, he also died unfortunately... Alas, I actually forgot to take a photo with him again, so I had to take a photo of the last photo he left in the world for you as a souvenir.

  [I hope next time, I will have the opportunity to take a photo of Saburo. ]

   Vodka: "..." Saburo's picture? What kind of photo, which Saburo, please tell me clearly!

  He took a deep breath and continued to look down.

  [PS: Coincidentally, this Inozuka Jiro is also a member of the organization, and he is also in charge of guarding my new little brother.

  Speaking of my younger brother, that Maya Hashimoto is still in the hands of others. Do you really have no idea about this matter? ]

  (end of this chapter)