Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 56 You Don't Give It Anymore

After    was forced to return to his seat, Conan tried to find an excuse to leave, but was seen by Maorilan.

  Conan had no choice but to look at Jiang Xia hesitantly.

   He thought that since Jiang Xia already knew that he was Kudo Shinichi, even if he didn't explain about the Black Organization, he could ask Jiang Xia to help him intercede with Mao Lilan and let him act alone.

  … Of course, before that, there are a few things to add.

   In case Jiang Xia misunderstood what he meant, he said something like "Mori-san, don't you know? Conan is actually Kudo Shinichi, he won't get lost, let him play" and so on.

   While Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko were chatting, Conan leaned over to Jiang Xia and whispered in Kudo Shinichi's tone, "I need to leave for a while, can you..."

   "Leave? You want to get off?"

  Jiang Xia looked at the mountains outside the window and said helplessly: "It's not good, now I'm passing through undeveloped mountainous areas, it's easy to get lost, and maybe there are beasts."

  Maolilan turned his head shyly when he heard the movement here.

   She grabbed Conan, who was staring at Jiang Xia with the words "You hurt me!" written all over his face: "The Shinkansen can't stop here, and I won't let you play in the mountains, so don't make trouble."

   said, Mao Lilan looked at Jiang Xia apologetically.

   Today's children are really getting more and more cunning. It must be because Jiang Xia has always been quiet and easy to talk, so he chose a soft persimmon from the three to look for something...

  Conan's expression was slightly distorted, and he was forced to sit and listen to the training.

   Conan glanced at Jiang Xia, who was opposite, when Mao Lilan was teaching him the etiquette of riding a car.

   Then found Jiang Xia yawning, leaning back in the chair, as if planning to sleep.

  Conan was startled.

   Just now, he suspected that Jiang Xia was deliberately reporting.

   But now, seeing Jiang Xia's boring and sleepy appearance, he feels that he may be thinking too much.

   Jiang Xia might just be too sleepy to understand what he meant. It was even Jiang Xia himself who wanted to go into the mountains to play, so when he was talking, he unconsciously put the idea of ​​"stopping into the mountains in the middle" to other people's words...

   Anyway, at this time, since Mao Lilan was already alert, it was definitely useless to ask Jiang Xia to intercede.

  Conan can only think of other ways.

   But before he could think about it, the gin and vodka finished the deal and went back to the carriage.

  Conan's expression became solemn again. He pushed his high-tech glasses and listened to the voice of the bug with bated breath.

  …

   Jiang Xia glanced at Conan's continuously shocked face.

   He didn't send a ghost to eavesdrop on his boss's conversation, but he could guess what the gin and vodka were talking about - nothing more than exposing the code names to each other, exposing the bomb, and sending some information to Conan...

   The speed of the car gradually slowed down. Jiang Xia looked out the window and knew that the gin and vodka were about to get off.

   Jiang Xia closed his eyes, a few pieces of shikigami and ghosts left him and floated in the direction of the bathroom.

  …

  At first, Conan thought that the Black Organization was an illegal organization selling drugs.

   But now, after listening to the conversation between gin and vodka, Conan's perception of the organization has been subverted.

   Before Conan recovered from the message "What kind of organization is this, it just bombed the Shinkansen just to kill it", the Shinkansen just stopped at Nagoya Station.

  Gin and vodka with 400 million in cash, got up and left.

  Conan didn't expect them to leave so soon. These two men in black are mysterious, and they can't find any traces at all. They finally encountered them once, and they must find a way to leave them behind!

  Conan jumped up and chased to the door.

   He was about to follow the gin and vodka out of the car door when a woman in a long black dress suddenly stepped into the car and grabbed his arm at the same time.

   In just a few seconds, the door closed.

   In the slightly darkened background, the woman in black leaned over to look at him and whispered, "Children, don't run around."

  Conan raised his head, startled.

  The face of the woman under the brim of the hat is very pale, beautiful is beautiful, but it looks lifeless, like a wax figure that has been forgotten to be painted, or a dead person that has not yet rotted.

   In particular, there is a tattoo under her eyes. Although the tattoo is intricate and dazzling, it can still be seen that it is a letter, "z".

   And letters and numbers, it is always easy to think of numbers, and then think of things like biological and chemical weapons.

  's voice is also very familiar. Conan stayed for a moment, then blurted out: "Anonymous?!"

   The person who claimed to be anonymous did not answer him, but just glanced down at him.

   An indescribable sense of oppression came over me.

  Conan would have had a lot of questions to ask.

However, at this time, he subconsciously said, "Treasure, gold coins, what is your real name, what is your purpose, how do you know we are going to find treasure, why are you on this train, why are you wearing black clothes, you are with those two people? What is the purpose of your organization?" he swallowed.

  Anonymous stretched out his hand with satisfaction, picked up the quiet Conan like a chicken, and handed it to the other side.

  Conan suddenly lifted his feet off the ground, his heart tightened. But soon, he heard a series of familiar voices.

   "Thank you thank you! Really thank you!"

  Maurilan caught Conan, looked at the enthusiastic and beautiful sister in front of him, and showed gratitude.

Thank you, it seems to be a green shirt guest, a moon haze, the old ruler, Qing Mo is a nine-infant acridine, I want to be a scholar, my little white white, Taozhi Yaoyao HY, Yuhuo_, Qingzhu, Jun, Sakura promise, book Friends 20200301190755593, five o'clock two three, the role of lemon black tea is not sweet at all~

   (end of this chapter)