Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Gin looked at his phone and found that he had received an email.

   He clicked to check, and saw a few short lines written on it: [There is another one in the police headquarters, it should be released soon, remember to check it on time. ]

  "..." Gin thought of the police cars whizzing by just now, and frowned: I don't know if it's his illusion, Uzo always likes to send and receive messages like this near the police and detectives.

  The murder scene was fine, there were so many people watching, no one was watching his movements. But now, Wu Zuoke is sitting in a police car, with police and detectives in the same car. It seems a little too arrogant to post this kind of content.

   He snorted coldly, threw away the phone, and didn't reply: If any curious person hears the message and glances at Uzo's phone, he will have to do a lot of unnecessary work.

   In addition, Gin didn't mean to remind him - after all, reminding is useless. The risks involved, Wu Zuo must be aware of it. It's just that, just like Uta will always act in his stage plays, and even go deep into all kinds of dangerous scenes, Uzo knows that this is dangerous on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is chasing excitement in danger.

  Gin: "..." From this point of view, a psychiatrist is really necessary.

   But, how can we find a doctor with high technology and not easy to die?

  Before the business trip, I heard from the boss that he seems to have a new doctor candidate.

  Although Gin always feels uneasy in his heart, at present, he can only trust the vision of "that lord" first. After the first failure, the doctor this time should be able to live longer... I hope he can at least survive the first treatment.

   As he was thinking, an unfamiliar voice came from the back seat.

Mogi Takashi waited and watched for a moment, then whispered: "I have something to discuss... Well, you are friends of the president of my wife. I actually admire your company... er, your organization for a long time, whether it is loyalty or money, as long as What you need, I offer it with both hands!"

  Gin held the cigarette in his hand for a while, and then he remembered that he seemed to help the trash in the Osaka branch clean up the garbage.

   I almost forgot to deal with it.

  Thinking of this, he gradually slowed down, distanced himself from the police car, and stopped on an empty street. At the same time, he stretched his hand to Beretta in his pocket, which was his most common cleaning method - throwing people into the corners, firing a shot and leaving.

   But soon, Gin stopped again and snorted.

Pity. Just when this happened, if Takashi Motegi was shot to death immediately, it would even make the police vigorously excavate the "organization" behind him. If in Tokyo, he is not worried that there will be problems, and even if there is a problem, it is the logistics of the group. But now in Osaka, he can be regarded as the imperial commissioner sent by the boss.

   In short, to avoid accidents, this scammer had better disappear. After all, he is now being targeted by the police, and it is reasonable to want to escape.

   "Kill. Don't dirty the car." Gin handed the matter over to Vodka, "When another person is received, the two will be sent to the research department together, which is always short of materials."

   Vodka was not surprised by this, he turned to look at Takashi Mogi. Although there is some sympathy for this guy, but only sympathy for him being targeted by Uzzo.

  Vodka: "..." Such a subtle camaraderie, it is impossible for him to show mercy. And even if you leave it, it's useless, Brother Gin is still sitting in front, but it's just an extra head.

  Thinking like this, he stretched out the big hand he usually uses to type on the keyboard, and the knuckles clicked.

   Motegi Takashi was shocked, he never thought that the two people could not communicate at all, and the words he had trained for a long time were not useful at all. He searched his stomach for conditions that he could use to negotiate, but as the huge shadow of vodka approached, Takashi Mogi gradually became blank: "Wait, don't come here, what are you doing?!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

  …

   There was no sound in the car soon.

  Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and his ears were much clearer.

   But at this moment, he shifted his vision, and suddenly noticed that something moved quietly beside the empty passenger seat next to him.

  "?!" Gin turned his head suddenly, his gun was faster than his eyes, Beretta pointed towards him with a strong killing intent.

   In the next second, the cold muzzle of the gun held up a fluffy cat's head.

   The jet-black cat was startled at first, then became happy, and raised its tail in a friendly manner.

  Gin was silent for a moment, and after a closer look, he found that the cat was quite familiar - it was not a completely black cat, but had four snow-white claws. It's just that I was lying in the car just now, waiting in secret, with my claws pressed under my body, which is extremely inconspicuous.

  Gin: "..." This is Uzo's cat?

  ...When did this cat sneak up here, it's even more ubiquitous than Uzo.

Speaking of which, Uzo had to bring a cat on a business trip, and he took it to a place like Osaka that was completely unfamiliar to cats, and he was not worried about the cat getting lost... However, the cat really didn't get lost, didn't he? What unique positioning trick does it have?

   When I was chatting with Uzo before, I did hear him say that Uzo's subordinate named Hei... Xitu had been in the circus for a while.

   But the circus still has cat training skills?

  If it really exists, since this technique can be used on one cat, then other cats…

Gin's thoughts diverged slightly, and a team of cats could not help flashing in his mind. Each cat had a sharp blade in its mouth, just like before it was carrying a note written by Uzzo and helping Uzzo deliver a letter. . In the dead of night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, those difficult targets on the assassination list are bullied by cats in their sleep, and their throats are cut with a knife...

   Blood splashed in his brain, and Gin couldn't help showing a happy smile.

   As he was thinking, he felt the hem of his clothes sink slightly. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that the cat took advantage of his distraction and stretched out its paws to dig quietly on his clothes.

  "..." Tsk, after all, cats are just cats, and they can't change their habit of scratching everywhere.

   Looking at the windbreaker he bought before coming to Osaka, Gin's finger on the trigger couldn't help tightening threateningly.

   But he immediately felt that it was too stupid to care about a cat, just like the murderer who exposed himself by killing the cat in Uzo's writings.

   He snorted coldly and withdrew the gun.

   After thinking for a moment, Gin picked up the cat and swung towards the vodka.

  Vodka stared at the familiar cat, and had a bad premonition in his heart: "…"

  The tip of the cat's nose was slightly raised, and he sniffed in the air.

   After a while, I don't know what it found, and turned to look at vodka.

   One person and one cat faced each other silently for a moment. The cat really seemed to like vodka more, so it jumped over to him lightly, jumped on the top of his hat with his clothes on, and slapped vodka on the head with a skilled "bang".

  Vodka: "…" Big Brother!

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