Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 685 Go, Matsuda Ball

  Amuro Toru withdrew his hand from the artery that stopped beating at ホヅミ, stood up, and glanced at Jiang Xia, feeling that the sentence he suddenly came out of was a little out of place.

... It sounds like he is complaining about Mian Guan Chensan's confusing behavior, but in fact, maybe Jiang Xia, like himself, is very repulsive of this kind of random killing, just because the organized "Bourbon" is next to him, Jiang Xia He couldn't bear to say it, so he had to lightly condemn Mian Guan Chensan from other angles, in order to relieve his dissatisfaction with this guy's life-threatening situation?

  ... Amuro Toru suddenly felt a little "I'm not alone", as if seeing another young self.

He set foot on the way back to the inn at the foot of the mountain, and said casually: "Mian Guan Chensan probably thought that ホヅミ had dug up the bones, so he wanted to use these traces to find the nearby burial ground. Unfortunately, this calculation was wrong - the distance from that tree It takes more than ten minutes to walk here, and the handkerchief mark on it is also very inconspicuous. I want to find the target by looking at the soil of the tree roots when the light is fading. Oh, he has to look at thousands of trees. Tree."

   Jiang Xia followed and nodded.

   As he clicked, he took down the murderous aura floating on the boss and put it away.

  Although Amuro looks very stable, and it seems that someone is killed suddenly in front of him is an extremely bland thing, but now it seems that no matter how calm his face is, it seems that there will inevitably be ups and downs in his heart. Speaking of which, if you can team up with the boss when you have some brutal missions... Unfortunately, Bourbon likes to be alone and rarely plays with his teammates.

   Jiang Xia thought about it and sighed.

   As soon as he finished his sigh, he saw Amuro glanced back at him. For some reason, there seemed to be a trace in his eyes...

Appreciate?

  "?" Jiang Xia was a little puzzled.

   Fortunately, it was almost dark and the light was dim. It stands to reason that ordinary people could not see the specific eyes of another person. Except for the one who cheated by borrowing the vision of a ghost.

   Jiang Xia then pretended not to see anything and walked with his head buried in it.

  The thinking of the two people is not in the same channel at all, but they get along strangely and harmoniously.

  …

   Soon after Mian Guan Chensan returned to the hotel, Jiang Xia and Amuro Toru also returned to the vicinity of the hotel.

   But instead of going in directly, he pretended to take a walk nearby, found a girl who was picking up maple leaves not far away to play with, then mixed with them, and returned to the hotel, so that he looked more like two ordinary tourists.

   On the way, "Suzuki Sonoko" glanced at them, and then looked at them again, and the fragrance of apples continued to flow from his body.

  …

   Before entering the lobby, Toru Amuro had already sent an email to inquire about the members of the organization outside the hotel.

   Then I learned that after Mian Guan Chensan came back, he went straight to the room and did not go out again.

   Judging from the bugs and pinhole cameras installed in Mian Guanchen's third room, this old man has just finished digging and killing people, and is now taking a bath, and intends to take a short sleep after the bath. In the second half of the night, after the tourists and the people camping near the scenic spot were all asleep, he mobilized a large number of his younger brothers to go to the mountain to find the maple trees with loose roots, and dispose of the corpse of ホヅミ by the way.

   "..." Amuro fell silent for a while after reading the email.

  … Such a big mountain, when will they have to find it.

The longer the    time drags on, the more likely emergencies will occur, and this task will become more difficult to handle... Especially with Jiang Xia's incident physique, and that mysterious elementary school student here.

  Amuro Toru was holding the teacup, thinking about it, while listening to Mouri Kogoro next to Jiang Xia complaining.

   This uncle who wanted to "Parade in the Holy Land", but found that the Holy Land was full of scary red handkerchiefs, was pulling Jiang Xia and drinking in despair.

   Of course, the Maori Kogoro cup is wine, and the Jiangxia cup is cola full of bubbles.

Maori Kogoro put on his turban and patted the table angrily: "It's too much! Originally, it was supposed to be a perfect photo of me and Miss Yoko, but now there are a bunch of handkerchiefs hanging on the tree, and the scenery can't be seen at all. Huh! It seems like With a handkerchief tied, someone will really meet them again under the tree, unscrupulous tourist!"

   Jiang Xia nodded in agreement, poured Coke for himself, and touched a glass with Kogoro Mouri, perfunctory very carefully.

   Amuro Toru heard this, and his heart moved.

He glanced at the side, took a teacup and mixed into the two of them, joined the topic, and broadcast information like a chat: "Yeah. There are too many people following the trend, maybe because the tree in the filming location is not enough, somewhere else. There were also people hanging on it - on the way I went, I saw other trees with red handkerchiefs tied. It was nearly ten minutes away from the top of the mountain, and they didn't even escape. I can imagine what the trees in the filming location were tangled. It looks like it. But the quality of the handkerchief I saw is not very good, and it has faded a little..."

   Across a table, a young man with a mid-parted comb is sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee slowly.

   He listened to the conversation here, caught the key words, and moved his ears.

   After a while, the man took out his phone and found Mian Guanchensan's email address:

  [Boss, I just heard some news...]

  …

   No matter how much news Mian Guan Chensan gets, the night is the night of the murder.

   So his action time was set at midnight.

   He didn't act, so Amuro and Jiang Xia, who wanted to sit back and wait, naturally didn't gain anything.

  Jiang Xia and others were a little bored waiting for "catch on the spot".

   He looked out the dark window, and gradually remembered the little brothers scattered on the mountain.

   Then his eyes lit up slightly.

   "..." Mian Guanchensan dared to bring those younger brothers over to deal with the corpse, indicating that to a certain extent, those people were still loyal to Mian Guanchensan.

   In addition, there are also some peripheral members of the organization on the mountain. Neither side is a law-abiding citizen.

  According to experience, in addition to vodka, other outlaw fanatics are often slightly stimulated, and they will easily have the idea of ​​killing people, which means that there will be murderous aura...

  Idle is also idle, why not go out to fight wild murderousness and come back?

   Thinking so, Jiang Xia leaned against the seat and pretended to be distracted.

   In fact, the pattern space is opened, allowing the shikigami to fly out, pass through the wall, and accumulate in the gloomy corners outside the house, condensing into a solid body.

   And then routinely threw Matsuda Jinhei in the past.

   His group of puppets either had strange wings and tails, or were children, or they liked to wear skirts... After counting them, Matsuda Jinping became more and more comfortable with them.

   And this puppet, the pattern is very hidden, hidden on the tongue, not as conspicuous as the pattern under Miyano Akemi's eyes.

   He can draw a clear line with the elusive "anonymous", and is suitable for use in such a place with a large number of members.

   Soon, a figure with a fluffy natural curly hair and a black suit took shape outside the house, raised his hand and pushed his sunglasses.

   (end of this chapter)