Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1858 1858 [the last one]

  Suzuki Sonoko failed to notice Mao Lilan's hesitation in time, and looked through her memo with satisfaction: "I learned a lot from her!"

   Mao Lilan was suddenly suspicious: "What have you learned? Don't go astray... Show me your phone!"

"How can this be called a wrong path? It's just a little skill." Suzuki Sonoko blushed, embarrassed to spoil the innocent boy, and stretched his arms to take the phone away, "Don't worry, I have counted, I didn't write anything special Bad stuff."

   A few meters behind them, Jiang Xia looked at the two people who were behaving strangely, and slowly turned her head: "...?"

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   But there is no murderous intent, no ghosts, and the safety of the two classmates does not seem to be a problem... So Jiang Xia quickly lost curiosity about this matter. When he walked to the door of his room, he greeted Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan and went back to the room.

  …

  Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan's room is still further ahead.

  Although because they were too immersed in their own thoughts, the two of them had a little misunderstanding. But fortunately, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko have known each other for many years, and finally resolved the communication error.

   "You mean, Masumi may be the murderer of these two cases?" Suzuki Sonoko couldn't believe it, "It doesn't make sense, she just came to be a model, and she didn't intend to become a senior executive of the company. Why did she get involved in this matter?"

  Maolilan shook her head: "I don't know, it's just a feeling... I hope I made a mistake."

  The two of them were in a complicated mood, and they were speechless for a while, planning to ask Jiang Xia about the situation tomorrow.

   Unexpectedly, just after turning the corner, they suddenly saw a figure in the corridor ahead—it was the person they were discussing just now.

  Takamori Masumi was originally standing against the wall, looking out the window in silence.

  Seeing two old classmates approaching at this time, she couldn't help standing up straight, and it seemed that she was waiting here specially.

   "Masumi?" Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko looked at her in surprise.

   "Xiaolan, Sonoko." Masumi Takamori hesitated, "Well, you seem to know Jiang Xia very well... Did he say anything to you in private? For example, who does he suspect is the murderer now?"

   Even Suzuki Sonoko felt something was wrong, she shook her head, trying to maintain a brisk atmosphere: "No."

  Takamori Masumi was skeptical: "Just now I vaguely heard that you seem to have mentioned my name."

  Facing this old classmate with a miserable life experience, Suzuki Sonoko couldn’t say “We suspect you are the murderer!” Such a heartless sentence, she could only laugh dryly: “We are saying that you have changed a lot in these years.”

  She originally wanted to boast that Masumi Takamori had become more beautiful.

However, Takamori Masumi was guilty of murder, and his tone became sharp unconsciously: "I have changed? Of course I have changed! Now I am no longer the unlucky ghost who was abandoned by my mother and can only live with my alcoholic and domestic violence father …I don’t have to depend on anyone, I can handle everything myself!”

   As she spoke, she looked at Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko next to her, and gritted her teeth: "So you just..."

  During the middle of the conversation, her eyes suddenly fixed between the two of them, and then, like a mouse seeing a cat, the emotions that were suffocating in her heart that were eager to erupt suddenly collapsed.

   "So you just... just remembered me, I am very happy."

  Takamori Masumi's speech speed became faster and her volume became smaller. After she finished speaking, she turned her head and ran: "I'm going back to my room first!"

   "Ah, Masumi...!"

   Mao Lilan yelled but didn't stop, put down his hand in doubt, and turned his head following Masumi Takamori's gaze just now.

   Then I was taken aback - there was an extra person behind me at some point. Jiang Xia came along to join in the fun, standing a few meters away from them, looking down at the place Masumi Takamori stayed just now.

   "What are you talking about? I can vaguely feel movement in the room." Jiang Xia chatted with his classmates, and at the same time motioned for the ghosts to hug back the few strands of murderous aura that had been frightened off the floor in front of them.

  Before going to bed, you can also pick up a temporary harvest. The psychic is very satisfied with the hiding place chosen by Hashimoto Maya.

  Maolilan and Suzuki Sonoko were hesitant to speak, and they leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Is the murderer really Masumi?"

   "Maybe, or maybe not." Jiang Xia maintained the detective's tradition of being a riddler before the mystery is revealed, "How about the specific situation, we still need some evidence. Let's wait for the police to collect clues first."

  …

   Several high school students went to bed with different thoughts.

  In another room, someone was walking around, unable to close their eyes at all.

  The little assistant walked around for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

  She picked up the phone and dialed a number as if she had a grudge against the screen.

  The opposite side will be connected soon.

   "You're the murderer, right?" The little assistant was obviously stimulated by today's murder, and changed from his carefree and cheerful appearance before, with a sharp tone:

"Don't play tricks on me, I know what you have done!—Although Yosuke has offended many people for the position of vice president, he has not yet reached the point where he will be killed by others. He will die today because he knows Your secret, right?

  "Why do I know? Heh, of course it's because we have been together for many years, and he also told me that secret... But it doesn't matter anymore, he died, and I want you to be buried with him!

   "I will give you a chance to leave decently. You'd better kill yourself tonight and atone for your sins. My patience is only enough to wait until tomorrow. If you are still alive tomorrow, I will go to the police and detectives and tell them everything!"

  After the harsh words, the little assistant let out a bad breath and hung up the phone forcefully.

Then she pressed her forehead wearily: "It's a pity that I don't have any evidence, otherwise I can send this **** to the police station tonight... But this level may not be a death sentence, alas, I hope that guy will be more conscious, so I can see it tomorrow." to the picture you want to see."

  …

  In another room, "Funeral Silver Coin" hung up the phone silently.

   Contrary to what the little assistant expected, the murderer who killed two people in a row was not as flustered as she imagined.

   "Funeral Silver Coin" sat by the bed, picked up the lid of the box, and closed a gift box—the gift box contained the last wedding dress, and on the chest of the dress, there was a French silver coin as always. It turns this beautiful wedding dress into a shroud that is about to be used.

   "There is only one last step left."

  "Funeral Silver Coin" let out a chuckle, picked up the receiver, and made a call.

  In another room.

  Bell—!

  Takamori Masumi threw herself on the bed and was just about to take a good rest: "..."

  ...There is no end!

  This guy really wants to play mahjong with four people.

  She turned her head to look at the landline, her gaze was gloomy, and the murderous aura that was frightened by Jiang Xia just now grew back uncontrollably.

  (end of this chapter)