Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1846 1846 [Funeral Silver Coin] Ask for a monthly pass o(〃'▽'〃)o

  Mitsuhiko Rojojo looked at Naoko Torimaru affectionately: "You don't want to continue this kind of life, you are being squeezed by that egomaniac, gradually obliterating your brilliance in the bad work day after day.

   "If you come to our company, you can not only let go of your favorite job, but also act as a model. I really don't want the world to forget your beauty when you were a model. You are still young, so you must not stop here."

   "What are they talking about?" Mao Lilan tried hard to eavesdrop.

  Jiang Xia observed the society of adults, and seemed to have learned something: "It seems to be chasing people, but also seems to be poaching."

  Suddenly he felt something, and looked to the other side from a distance.

   A few seconds later, a burly figure walked down the stairs and joined the digging scene ahead.

  The visitor was wearing a brand-name suit and a big gold watch. When he smiled, he actually showed two gold teeth. He stared at the president of Liu Tiao: "Liu Tiao? You are here to poach people again. I advise you to save some effort, but don't end up losing yourself if you fail to dig out good seedlings."

President Rojojo was overwhelmed by his strange aura mixed with a few wisps of underworld aura among local tyrants, and showed an embarrassed smile: "Haha, what are you poaching, I just came here to say hello—it's not normal for someone to chase after a beauty like Naoko ?”

  Jiro Inozuka snorted, "You'd better be."

  Jiang Xia looked at the person who appeared suddenly from a distance: "?"

  ... Added a pair of sunglasses, it looks more like vodka.

  Who is this person? Could it be that the dead Inozuka Taro really had a younger brother who looked like him?

   Just thinking about it, the little assistant next to him introduced intimately: "This is our president Jiro Inozuka, who also serves as a designer."...Although he doesn't look like he can design wedding dresses. "

  Jiang Xia: "..." Jiro? Before, he just thought that a family that would name their son "Taro" would not have only one child, but he didn't expect it to be so. Now that Taro is dead, his younger brother has taken over his baton.

  Jiang Xia touched his chin: It's really getting more and more predestined. Wait until you have time to ask for a group photo, I hope this time I can take a live one.

  …

   Dig the site.

   Inozuka Jiro was too lazy to talk to President Rojojo. The front desk was still busy rehearsing the catwalk show, he didn't notice the people in the dark corridor on the other side, and hurried away with Torimaru Naoko.

  President Rojojo also plans to leave.

But before he left, a beautiful blonde girl walked up the steps and looked at him with a frown: "You really want to bring that designer named Naoko to our company? I checked, that woman There are no works at all, and occasionally some are ugly, what's wrong with your vision."

   "Oh, you don't understand." President Rojojo showed a mysterious smile, "If there is no Naoko, a third-rate company like Putuo would go bankrupt in an instant."

   The two walked towards this side while talking, and soon saw a group of high school students carrying luggage.

  They obviously didn't take this group of students seriously, and walked by chatting, and didn't even bother to take a look.

  Wait for them to go away.

  Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that they don't mind being eavesdropped, it's okay."

  Conan was keenly aware of another important point: "Why can that Miss Naoko affect the survival of the company?"

The little assistant froze, and smiled awkwardly: "This...maybe he was talking nonsense, maybe President Rokujo just wanted to chase after Naoko, and then have an office romance with her. In order to prevent his subordinates from objecting, he made it up It’s an irresistible reason to poach people—well, you’re here to travel, don’t worry about those messy things, and enjoy life.”

  …

  The little assistant quickly brought them to the guest room.

  Jiang Xia opened the door and entered, and saw an elegantly decorated room. The decorations in the room revealed a touch of the luxurious style of the last century, and there were tall potted plants in the corner. Looking out from the window, there is a rich emerald green, and the scenery is fresh and pleasant.

  Jiang Xia looked down at the door lock, and found that, like the room decoration, the door here is also a common style in old buildings: it will not automatically lock after closing, and whether you want to open or close the door, you need to use a key.

   "It seems that there is no need to worry about accidentally locking yourself out." Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko are quite optimistic, "There should be no thieves in this kind of private manor, and the accommodation environment can be rated as five-star!"

  …

  Jiang Xia packed her luggage and went out again to meet some classmates.

   Regarding the next itinerary, he thought about it: "There are many guests in the banquet hall, I think..."

  Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan understood in seconds: "Let's go, go and distribute business cards first, and let's go somewhere else to play together after distribution."

  Conan: "..." Jiang Xia really insists on expanding his business wherever he goes. No wonder there are no fewer cases around him than before he became smaller—Jiang Xia is really dedicated to being a detective.

   When several people went down to the banquet hall.

the other side.

  The rehearsal happened to be at halftime. Masumi Takamori went to the venue and found that there was no work to do, so he had to go back to the room to put his luggage.

   Entering the room, turning around and closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, enjoying this rare time alone, while thinking about how to avoid contact with Jiang Xia in the future, so as not to be spotted by that keen detective.

  However, at this moment, Masumi Takamori inadvertently lowered his head and found an envelope under his feet—it looked like it had been stuffed in through the crack of the door before.

"What's this…"

  Takamori Masumi picked up the envelope, took out the contents, and found that it was two photos.

   Seeing the scene shot above, she shook her hand violently, and the photo fell to the ground with a clatter.

  —In the photo, the body of her ex-boyfriend was clearly captured, as well as her disposing of the body by the lake in disguise.

  The next moment, the landline in the room suddenly rang.

  Takamori Masumi raised his eyes suddenly, looking at the landline in horror. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and walked over to answer the phone.

   A voice changed by the voice changer came from the receiver: "Did you see the photo?"

   Masumi Takamori clenched his fists tightly: "Who are you?!"

   "I'm the one who opened the eyes of the dead body." The person on the other side of the receiver laughed softly, "It's a surprise, the ex-boyfriend who died with regret."

   Masumi Takamori: "..." Abnormal!

  The tone of the person on the opposite side was calm: "You can call me 'funeral silver coin'."

  …Silver coins?

   Masumi Takamori suddenly remembered the French currency hanging next to the corpse last night.

  …

   Meanwhile, in the hall.

  The guests walked and chatted, and the waiters were busy arranging the banquet tables.

   And in a lively scene.

  In the corner of the banquet hall, Kasuke Inukai, the vice president of Boduo Clothing Design Company, stared at a gift box that was delivered at an unknown time, and asked with a frown, "What is this?"

  (end of this chapter)