Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1888 1888 [Script opening]

   There were more guests than expected this time, and the hotel's housing allocation became a little tense because of this.

  Hashimoto Maya and the others originally wanted to live next to the crew members.

  Who knows, maybe their costumes are out of place among a group of cosplay fans, or maybe it is some kind of indelible organizational atmosphere that attracted the attention of the police.

  —Before the three came to the front desk, a woman suddenly approached with a cigarette in her mouth, her sharp eyes swept over them: "Who are you?"

  The prop master hurriedly said: "It's a temporary worker I invited to help."

   "Temporary worker?" The woman sneered, her eyes stopped on the video camera in Heisawa and Ma's hands, "Tell me, are you a reporter or a detective?—You all exude a nasty aura."

  Looking at this arrogant and rude guy, Maya Hashimoto and Saburo Inozuka looked at each other, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of security.

   Maya Hashimoto said kindly, "Who are you?"

   Seeing this, the prop master who helped them sneak in secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  The prop master usually engages in some illegal activities, and vaguely knows that Saburo Inozuka is not a law-abiding citizen.

He was taken aback by the woman's menacing approach just now, and thought that the two sides would quarrel, but he didn't expect that the two extrajudicial lunatics he brought with him had such a good temper... only the one named Heize had a scary expression .

   But no matter what, it’s fine if there’s no fight.

  The prop master quickly introduced to Maya Hashimoto and the others: "This is Narumi Fuwa, the guard of the Hokkaido police."

   "Police?"

   This is the senior police official who was responsible for the security of the hotel after receiving the threat letter?

   Maya Hashimoto felt a little emotional: In other words, this person in front of him is the first line of defense against Uzo. I don't know how long it will last...

  With a hint of gratitude and encouragement, he quickly stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, I've heard of you for a long time."

  Fubu Narumi: "..."

  She came with this attitude, but the other side was so enthusiastic...

   Fupo Narumi pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and concluded that there was something wrong with these people. At this juncture, they sneaked into the hotel as temporary workers, what is their intention?

   Fupo Narumi thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Come here."

  She turned and walked to the front desk.

  Behind him, the three members of the organization looked at each other and followed with different thoughts.

   Fupo Narumi stopped at the front desk, and said to the waiter inside: "There are three more people, didn't you say that the room is not enough, give them that room."

   "The room on the third floor?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, and after realizing which one she was talking about, he looked horrified, "You must not be talking about 'that room'!"

  Hashimoto Mayazhi listened with dumbstruck ears, and silently scored in his heart: "..." He is still a riddler, yes, he is more attractive to that guy!

  Bupo Narumi's ears hurt from the sudden loud voice at the front desk. She pressed her ear, frowned and said, "What's the fuss about? It's just an unfounded rumor, you won't take it seriously, right?"

  The hotel manager happened to be passing by. Hearing this, he leaned over in embarrassment: "But Miss Bupo, that room is really..."

Fupo Narumi heard the meaning of his refusal, her face darkened: "As I said, for the sake of security, the rooms in this hotel will be allocated by the police. We are a completely scientific team, don't fool me with those strange stories — get someone to take them to room 315."

  The hotel supervisor sighed: "Okay."

   Seeing his compromise, Bupo Narumi turned her head to look at the three sneaky "temporary workers", took off the cigarette from her mouth, and lit them from a distance:

"Although I don't know what you are here for, but if I were you, I would honestly wait until the end of the play—if you dare to cause trouble for me, as long as you dare to step over the legal boundary, I will immediately send you the best gift." matching sanctions."

   "..."

   These words are quite deterrent to the three members of the organization with evil intentions.

   Fortunately, recently, the three of them have no plans to do anything. They just hope to be the most ordinary civilians and spend every day in harmony.

  …

  The front desk was too busy to turn around, and in the end it was the supervisor who personally took the three of them up to the third floor.

  Wait up to the third floor, away from the sight of the policeman, Maya Hashimoto couldn’t help asking the hotel supervisor: “Just now I heard you keep saying ‘that room’, what’s going on with this room?”

  The supervisor sighed, but did not speak.

   Soon he stopped at the door of a room: "This is room 315. If you are not used to living in it, there is still time to go home now."

  Hashimoto Maya: "..." Why does it feel like this room is not so good.

  Just as he was thinking, the supervisor took out a magnetic card, inserted it into the door lock, and the door swung open.

  The supervisor pushed open the door: "Please come in."

   Maya Hashimoto took a look and found that it was just an ordinary room inside. He sniffed hard again, and there was no corpse or other suspicious smells in the air.

   If I had to pick a fault, it was that the curtains were drawn at this time, and the light in the room was a little dim, so it looked a little gloomy.

  At this time, the hotel supervisor stretched out his hand and slapped the light on.

  The blood-red light poured down, dyeing the whole room in a depressing thin red, and all the walls and furniture turned into a blood-red hue.

   Kurosawa and Ma were taken aback: "What the **** is this place!"

  The other two people were obviously shocked too, but when they heard him yelling, they stopped in unison: "Don't make trouble, be polite, it will be nice if they give us a room!"

   Kurosawa Kazuma: "?"

The hotel supervisor smiled, as if he hadn't heard their complaints, and handed the magnetic card to Hashimoto Maya: "This is the key. Our hotel attaches great importance to safety, so every time the data changes at zero o'clock, the magnetic card of the day will be lost. As a result, you must go to the front desk to collect it again, otherwise you may not be able to open the door—if you decide to stay, please remember to go to the front desk to change your card every day."

   After speaking, he bowed and turned to leave.

  Maya Hashimoto: "Wait, so why on earth is this room like this?"

   "..."

  The hotel manager paused for a while, but didn't look back.

  He kept smiling, as if he didn't hear anything, but the speed under his feet changed quietly, getting faster and faster, faster and faster... he disappeared along the corridor in the blink of an eye.

   Kurosawa Kazuma looked at his back, the corners of his eyes twitched wildly, and he glared at Inozuka Saburo: "Is this place you picked really okay?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the direction the supervisor left: "Look at that guy, he doesn't answer questions, doesn't give any useful clues, he only explains how to open the room, and he always says something unclear to add to the scary atmosphere... like a It’s like an NPC in a horror movie, what a bad luck!—I really have a bad feeling, let’s hide in another place.”

  (end of this chapter)