Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1855 1855 [Uzo's common methods]

  In the venue, the guests stared at the stage, waiting for the long-awaited finale catwalk.

  In the guest room, a figure leaned against the window with a binoculars, quietly watching the situation on the other side of the banquet hall.

  After playing a game with Ma, Kurosawa glanced at Hashimoto Maya: "What are you doing?"

  Hashimoto Maya sighed silently: "The finale model has never appeared, do you think she died?"

   "?" Kurosawa and Ma looked at him suspiciously, "Have you read too many suspense novels recently?"

   Maya Hashimoto said vaguely, "You don't understand."

  This afternoon, he fiddled with the internal phone in the room. He didn't know whether he was lucky or not.

  The voice was intermittent, and many details were unclear, but Maya Hashimoto understood a little bit.

  —Someone is manipulating that little model to kill, and there will be a second murder tonight.

   "Did I bump into Uzo's plan?"

  In the past few hours, Hashimoto Maya has read and understood the overheard conversation no less than a hundred times in his mind:

"Did Uzo actually use direct orders to manipulate? No, this is too undisguised. Unless Uzo can be 100% sure that the person manipulated by him will die before telling the truth, otherwise this cannot be explained Why can he hide his identity and murder so perfectly.

   "It's easy to judge this point, just see if the little model will die after killing someone."

"But if it wasn't Uzo, who would use such vile manipulative behavior to kill people? Having said that, regardless of whether this 'Silver Funeral Coin' is Uzo or not, judging from what 'Silver Funeral Coin' knows about this place, he must be It's an insider who participated in this banquet. So who is this person's real body?"

  Unknowingly, Hashimoto Maya, like Takamori Masumi, was infected by the detective, and began the difficult n-choice 1 reasoning.

  The Wu Tengu who was resting next to him suddenly noticed something, a Tengu jumped up, flew to his side, and started working again.

  …

  The finale of the catwalk show has not appeared for a long time. The insiders in the hall couldn't help whispering to each other, and there was some commotion in the banquet hall.

   Jiro Inozuka arrested a member of his club: "Go to the backstage and ask, which is the best set, why hasn't it played yet?"

  In the distance, the blond and blue-eyed secretary of President Rojojo heard it sharply, covered his lips and snickered: "I'm really sorry, the dress you had high hopes for has been torn by me."

  She had just finished muttering to herself like a black hand behind the scenes, when she suddenly heard a voice.

  The high school student detective appeared out of nowhere, and said to Inozuka Jiro: "I heard the lady over there say that the dress you had so much hope for has been torn to pieces by her."

  Female secretary: "?!"

  She turned her head quickly, and just met Inozuka Jiro's murderous eyes, and the female secretary shuddered: What are the detective's ears made of, so that they can hear from so far away? And they're all high school students, yet they're still looking for someone to sue!

  The smile on her lips could not be maintained at all, she gave Jiang Xia a hard look, and retreated behind the stage curtain.

   At this moment, the lights on the stage suddenly went dark.

  When it was lit up again, the model of Boduo Company had already stood in the center of the stage. She was wearing a gorgeous fluffy gown covered with diamonds and flowers, shining like stars in the sky against the beam of light.

  Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan also came to the audience. Looking at the dress, the two whispered: "I can't believe it, it was just a pile of tablecloths a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, Ms. Naoko is really amazing, no wonder President Rokujo wanted to poach her." Suzuki Sonoko was quite emotional, "Before the secretary of Rojojo's company actually said that she was just a third-rate designer and could only work for Mr. Inozuka. assistant."

"Hmph, that's because I got wrong information." The female secretary of the Rokujo Club appeared out of nowhere and joined their conversation, "The president just told me yesterday that in fact, the president of Bodhisattva Inozuka, He is completely a layman in terms of design. You can guess this by looking at his big gold watch and big gold teeth—the designs he gave are actually all works of Naoko Torimaru. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t I won’t mistakenly think that the real designer is a third-rate parallel importer.”

"Oh, is it so."

  A deep voice came from behind.

   "?!" The female secretary was taken aback and turned around abruptly, realizing that it might be Jiang Xia who came to look for his classmate. President Inozuka who was chatting with Jiang Xia just now also followed and heard her conversation just now.

  Female secretary: "..." Did this **** detective do it on purpose!

  She knew something was wrong, so she slipped away with oil on the soles of her feet.

  Jiang Xia's mood has improved a lot—originally Inozuka Jiro's murderous aura soared when he saw him, but now that he has a female secretary who is keen to fight against Boduo, his murderous aura has suddenly become double happiness.

  Jiang Xia: "..." I don't know when these fluffy fruits can be picked.

   Right at this moment, a scream came from afar.

   Immediately afterwards, the little secretary of Boduo Design Company ran over in a panic holding a gift box: "President, we have received this kind of gift box wrapped in black ribbon again!"

   "What kind of black silk gift box, it's for everyone, don't talk nonsense." Inozuka Jiro frowned and glanced over there.

   Then I found out with a little embarrassment that I seemed to have made a mistake.

What the little secretary was holding was not what he had imagined, but a familiar box, which they had just seen not long ago—it was the "killer" that appeared in the banquet hall before President Liu Tiao was poisoned to death. shroud".

  Last time, not long after receiving this shroud, Naoko Torimaru almost died of poisoned alcohol. Unexpectedly, now, I received another one.

   Before Jiro Inozuka could react, Miwako Sato had already arrived: "Don't move around, give it to me!"

  …

   Untied the black ribbon, carefully opened the gift box, and this time, there was indeed a pure white dress in the box, with a familiar French silver coin on it.

  The only difference from last time is that the dress this time is a pure white tuxedo—this is men's clothing.

   "The murderer changed his target. This time he wants to kill a man?" Miwako Sato frowned and thought, "Or did he find out that he killed the wrong person last time, so he quickly made a remedy?"

  Jiang Xia: "Then this murderer is pretty good at martial arts, but I think it's more likely to be the former."

  He picked up the dress, shook it off and looked at it, and then asked several designers of Boduo Company surrounding him: "Can you tell who this size is made for?"

  (end of this chapter)