Conan's Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia turned to look at the streets on both sides to check the surrounding situation.

After confirming that there was no one around, before the car stopped completely, he quickly opened the door and sat in the car expectantly.

After sitting firmly, Jiang Xia looked up, only to find that the window of the car had been lowered by gin at some point—a posture that he didn't want to let him get in the car, but only planned to say a few words through the open window.

"..."

The air was silent for a moment.

The corner of Vodka's eyes twitched, and he wanted to slap the armrest box angrily, and then shouted, "Who allowed you to come up? Get down!".

...Unfortunately, I dare not.

If, if Pisk's death today is really related to Uzo, then it means that Brother Gin can also be counted as part of the script by Uzo... For a person who spends most of the day with Gin To the assistant, this is simply a horrific ghost story!

Gin didn't notice the vodka's stiffness.

He glanced at Jiang Xia from the rearview mirror, and couldn't find a reason to drive him out of the car for a while, so he pondered for a moment and gave up the idea altogether.

...Where to speak, in fact, there is not much difference.If you have to say it, the car is indeed more concealed, and the sound insulation effect is also good.

Wu Zuo's sense of secrecy is not bad, but occasionally he is a little too cautious... But it is not a bad thing after all.

Gin silently raised the window again.

Jiang Xia also found that she might have made a mistake, but she didn't want to get out of the car, so she had to pretend that she didn't notice anything, and sat there as if nothing had happened.

——The rubbing against the car is not all for killing intent.But at this point in time and at this location, standing on the street and talking to Gin, it is easy to be photographed.

There are still quite a few reporters wandering around here. Although the reporters' attention is focused on the burning Kuwado City Hotel, the police around the hotel, and the celebrities who have not had time to leave, but in case any reporter has nothing to do, Stroll to this street, take a picture of him if you have nothing to do, and then be seen by Conan who is paying attention to the situation of the Cup House Hotel tonight...

This kind of thing can be more or less troublesome.

Conan may realize that he is a member of the black organization as if he was electrified, or he may imagine that Qin Jiu is looking for Jiang Xia to ask directions, or he is eyeing this promising detective...

However, since these risks can be easily avoided, of course the simplest solution is still to be adopted-avoiding places that are easy to be photographed, such as the side of the road.

The car windows covered with icy edges and water stains slowly rose and were embedded in the frame, isolating the sound from the outside.

Gin waved his hand, motioning for vodka to start, while suddenly talking about seemingly unrelated topics:

"Bermode is proficient in disguise and disguise, and is good at controlling the psychology of others. He is very suitable for infiltrating to obtain information, and can also play a role in many key matters. He is an irreplaceable talent... But it is not her teammates one by one. She died unexpectedly, but she was not held accountable for the reason."

Jiang Xia was still wondering why Gin suddenly mentioned Belmode, but when he heard this, he suddenly understood.

Sure enough, Gin continued: "There are quite a few members who died due to her wrong decision-making or other reasons, but as long as there are no major mistakes, that adult will not hold her accountable—because she is the The person that adults fancy.

"So if she can do some things, it doesn't mean that other people can too."

After laying the groundwork, Gin finally got to the point.

He glanced at Jiang Xia in the rearview mirror, and his tone turned cold: "Don't play with today's small thoughts, don't make an example."

...although there is no evidence that "Uzo planned Pisk's death".However, Gin felt that Wu Zuo, a genius who was good at looking at the overall situation and turning any seemingly irrelevant detail into a killing tool at a critical moment, couldn't fail to notice the flashing light that coincidentally turned on when the banquet hall was powered off.

In other words, even if Uzo didn't take the initiative to murder Pisk, he was at least willing to watch Pisk's death, and indirectly promoted the process by doing nothing.

Uzo would later hand over the purple commemorative handkerchief to Pisk. Rather than rescuing this temporary teammate, his purpose was probably to send Pisk to the organization so that he could witness the death of this veteran employee with his own eyes, just like he used to It was the same as the planned murder drama.

——In this way, although Uzo did not write all the scripts, he can also have a very good sense of participation.And Pisk is both an organization cadre and a high-ranking person, even if there are flaws in the script, the excitement and satisfaction that this kind of prey brings to Uzo must be far more than ordinary murders in the past.

Having said that, it was the first time I encountered a similar incident, and I dared to choose to watch so boldly and decisively...

Qin Jiu thought about it, and gradually felt that if he turned a blind eye to Uzo's behavior this time because the person who died was a piece of trash like Pisk, and didn't remind him, then Uzo would only get worse and worse in the future. The more daring.

In the most extreme cases, he will even turn from a talent in the organization to a scourge who specializes in hunting and killing members of the organization in pursuit of excitement.

... The forked roads of growth are really everywhere, and we must be vigilant.Now it seems that even a genius needs to be pruned and corrected all the time.A good seedling is important, but the person who prunes him and the method of pruning are equally important... Qin Jiu looked at Uzo's reflective expression after listening to the warning from the rearview mirror, and nodded secretly.

The reason why he mentioned Belmode just now was because Gin felt that Uzo dared to boldly stretch out his hands against veteran cadres whom he had never met before. This choice must have something to do with what he encountered not long ago.

——I heard that Uzo was assassinated by Belmode once, although he not only escaped by himself, but also taught Belmode a lesson, but perhaps it was this incident that gave Uzo a kind of "entrapment" Organization members are normal and will not be held accountable” illusion.

This danger must be snuffed out.

At the same time, this will also allow Uzo to further realize the danger of Belmode.When facing that woman again in the future, he will increase his vigilance accordingly...in case Belmode takes him out to do a mission one day, and then there will be no more.

After solving Wu Zuo's hidden dangers and unknowingly taking away a lot of murderous aura, Qin Jiu's mood subtly eased a little.

When passing by Mihua Town, he let Jiang Xia get off the car.I and Vodka continued to drive to the residence of Councilor Tunkou, intending to check and accept the mission results there.

……

When Jiang Xia returned home, he first signed the shikigami of Tunkou Councilor, and then pulled the murderous spirit out of the mermaid's arms and put it away.

After turning off the light and lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and finally sat up, took out the ghosts and counted them, barely made up for the loss of not being able to pick up the Pisk ghost today, and then gradually fell asleep steadily.

The task he just got is finished, and Qin Jiu has not sent him a new assassination list, Jiang Xia's life has temporarily returned to the previous daily life.

When he went out the next morning, he thought about the fresh air outside, and planned to go to the doctor's house first, and take the cats left by the bad guys there to the office, so that they could be distributed to the long-awaited clients and wives .

……

Conan is also at the doctor's house at this time.

I am talking on the phone.

Last night, Conan, who was anesthetized, slept soundly.Dr. Ali always felt that Mao Lilan might call an ambulance if he just sent people back like this, so in the end he had to call the Mori Detective Agency and said that he had developed a new toy, and Conan had too much fun to play. I went back——fortunately, Conan used to find this kind of excuse to stay out at night. Mao Lilan had no doubts, and Conan stayed at the doctor's house smoothly.

In the early hours of the morning, Conan, who was forced to sleep, finally struggled to wake up.

After a moment of sluggishness, he first woke up Dr. Ali and Huiyuan Ai in a very disrespectful manner and asked about the situation.

Afterwards, he called the Megure Police Department with Kudo Shinichi's voice and found out what happened in the hotel.

Then I was shocked to learn that a person named Kenzo Masuyama who had received a purple commemorative handkerchief died in the fire.The old wine cellar had been burnt down, and the police failed to find many useful clues.

Hearing the "purple commemorative handkerchief", and then thinking about the "wine cellar", the place where Haibara Ai was once imprisoned... Before seeing the morning news, Conan understood that the person who died should be the organization's codename "Pisc "people.

...Anonymous really killed him?

Conan's footsteps circling the room were fast to slow, and finally stopped heavily.In his mind, Anonymous, who saves high school detectives almost every time he plays, and Xiaobai, who likes to stab people and has stabbed him countless times, his scalp is a little numb.

Although Miss Anonymous's attire, the tattoos on her face, and her previous behavioral style... all show weirdness and eccentricity, but Conan always feels that she doesn't look like a person who can kill people.

But now...

Chapter 363 Don't Want Jiang Xia, Change Another One

Conan's face was ugly, and he pressed his forehead that was still aching, and silently refreshed his understanding of this organization in his heart.

In addition, there is another thing that has to be paid attention to.

"...Kenzo Masuyama showed the purple commemorative handkerchief to the police?"

When inspecting the handkerchief yesterday, the Megure Police Department was looking for gin and vodka according to what Kudo Shinichi said, and did not stay in the interrogation room.Later, a fire broke out suddenly, and corpses appeared in the fire... a series of things were too busy, and the Megure Police Department temporarily had no time to pay attention to the details.

So when Conan asked about the condition of the handkerchief just now, he went to ask his subordinates first, and then called back.

Then came the news that "Kenzo Masuyama has a handkerchief", which shocked Conan's pupils slightly.

On the way to the Megure Police Department's inquiry, Conan saw the morning news, and there was a picture of Kenzo Masuyama pointing a gun at the chandelier.

...In other words, the commemorative handkerchief received by Kenzo Masuyama should have been sent flying out with the shooting, and it has not been taken back.But he was able to take out a handkerchief when being checked by the police.

...someone gave him his handkerchief? !

Six figures appeared in Conan's mind—there were seven people who were present at the time of the crime and who had been given purple handkerchiefs for several years.In addition to Pisk, there are six other people. Among these people, there is likely to be another member of the organization.

Just as he was thinking, someone knocked twice on the door of the doctor's house, and then opened the door to enter.

It's Jiang Xia.

Conan turned his head to see him, and first nodded and greeted habitually.

Immediately after, a thought flashed through his mind, and he froze for a moment.

Jiang Xia walked in the door, but didn't see the cat. He saw Conan standing in the living room first. He didn't seem to have returned to the Maori Detective Agency.

Conan holds the phone in one hand and the bowknot voice changer in the other.After looking at each other, I don't know what the child thought of, so he turned unnaturally, and walked to another room as if nothing had happened.

It's useless for Jiang Xia to say more, Xiaobai has already consciously floated over, grabbed the receiver, and eavesdropped.

It didn't take long for the witty little ghost to send back the news that Conan was looking for the Mumu Police Department to ask about the purple commemorative handkerchief, and he asked very tangled: Did Jiang Xia have a handkerchief last night.

...the intuition is quite accurate.

Jiang Xia, who had a spare handkerchief, was right. He waved his hand to tell Xiaobai to continue listening. When he came back to tell him something, he stopped a cat that somehow escaped from the cage and was trying to slip quietly from under his feet to the door, and picked it up. rua a few times.

Then he played with someone else's cat, sat on the sofa and waited for dinner.

Hui Yuanai heard the movement and poked her head out of the kitchen to take a look.

After finding out that it was Jiang Xia, and a Jiang Xia who looked healthy and natural without even dark circles under her eyes, she was a little relieved and retreated to the kitchen again.

It seems that the task of assassinating Councilor Tunkou this time really has little to do with Jiang Xia—Pisque is dead, but Jiang Xia doesn't seem to be held accountable by the organization... But I still feel that something is unusual.I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that the tasks and people Jiang Xia has come into contact with now, as well as the information he knows, are not like what a peripheral member should get.

Hui Yuanai felt the atmosphere of organization in the living room that she had gradually gotten used to, and thought of certain possibilities, it was inevitable that her back would get chills, but she peeked again at Jiang Xia who was nestling on the sofa and concentrating on petting the cat through the crack of the door, she His eyes softened unconsciously.

...Probably because I thought too much.How can the organization cadres have time to accept these cat-catching commissions every day.

And I heard from Dr. A Li that the person who invited Jiang Xia to the memory meeting of Director Jiumaki was a client who frequented Jiang Xia's office.That is to say, there was actually a valid reason for Jiang Xia to appear on that occasion.This is not unexpected, at most it is a bit of a coincidence.

As for the excess information, perhaps it was Jiang Xia's own deduction... He is indeed very talented in this area.

Hui Yuanai comforted himself, stopped his thoughts, and didn't want to speculate any more.

After all, after experiencing what happened yesterday, she realized even more deeply that with her current ability, even if she really found out some truth about Jiang Xia, she could do nothing but be anxious, and even give Jiang Xia the opposite. Add to the chaos.

...But fortunately, now, she is no longer the scientist who can only secretly study the antidote alone - she has now passed the assessment that Kudo failed to pass, and initially joined the anonymous organization.

Maybe she can slowly become stronger through this mysterious organization, and then do what she wants...

Thinking of this, Hui Yuan Ai couldn't help but think of Miss Anonymous's unrestrained appearance when beating someone.Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the kitchen, she clenched her fists heavily, and immediately felt that she was full of energy—Anonymous would definitely bring her the strength she wanted.

Not far away, Jiang Xia suddenly sneezed.

After the beating, he felt it carefully, and thought that he didn't have any signs of a cold, so he glanced at the long cat in his hand: "Are you moulting?"

The cat also glanced at him, bared its teeth and yawned, and was hugged by him sadly, as if it didn't want to talk to him and just wanted to go home and sleep.

Being so lazy and running away from home every day is not easy being a cat... Jiang Xia stretched out her hand and rubbed the cat's head sympathetically.

……

After Conan made the secret phone call to Mumu Police Department, when he looked at Jiang Xia again, his expression had returned to normal.