Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1866 Chapter 1866 [Caring subordinates] Ask for a monthly ticket (`)

   Not long after, the phone in Curacao, who was far away on a business trip, vibrated and received a specially marked message.

   "..." She put away the gun, walked around the pool of blood on the ground, and looked at the mailbox wearily.

   Sure enough, it was news from over there again. Kurosawa and Ma:

  [That "George" followed the high school detective and they got into the police car together!

  Is he exposed? Does he need to be silenced urgently? ]

   "..."

   Curacao was instinctively alert to the word "police car" at first, but soon, seeing the "high school student detective" in front of her, she silently deleted the words she just typed, and typed a new one:

[Do not care.

  Everything is under control. ]

  After replying to the news, Curacao pulled people over to clean up the scene, and at the same time opened the car door tiredly and sat in the driver's seat. Then she kicked the accelerator and let the sports car go away, implementing the essence of the organization's principle of "kill someone and leave".

On the way, recalling the recent emails, Curacao sighed silently: "..." This group of subordinates used to be very independent, and they didn't dare to provoke the cadres. They took care of everything by themselves, but Now, they seem to have become puppets who depend on their boss, and they always come to ask her if they have anything to do.

   As for these things, it is indeed necessary to ask a little bit. More importantly, because of an uncertain factor around the subordinates, Curacao can't reply to their words like "don't bother me, handle everything by yourself"—otherwise, who knows what kind of disaster movie it will become in the end style scene.

"... Having said that, they ask too often, don't you have a brain?" Curacao's account book moved, "It's probably because of Hashimoto Maya. This guy is really good at cheating his boss. It's not a fuel-efficient lamp... he deserves to be watched by Uzo."

  …

   "Ah Choo!"

  In the police car, Maya Hashimoto sneezed suddenly while looking out the window.

  Then he silently rubbed his nose, thinking dumbly: "..." Who is talking about me? It can't be Uzo.

   On the way to the police station, the police car cleared the way, and the traffic was extremely smooth.

  But Hashimoto Maya was not in a very happy mood. He carefully shrank towards the center of the car, fearing that a loyal and violent colleague would see him from the window and shoot him to kill him on the spot.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Speaking of which, I have never been in a police car. Since I was forced to get in touch with Uzo because of Mr. Ireland, riding in a police car seems to have become a routine, and I have to come here every now and then—especially After leaving that plane of death.

  The only consolation is that he is either a victim of being affected, or just an innocent passerby. Although there were some horrible things like being almost pierced by steel knives that fell from the sky on the way, compared with Ireland, the current life is actually peaceful and cherished.

  …

   Soon, in the corner of Tokyo, Ireland also started sneezing.

  But all of this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia and Hashimoto Maya who are busy solving the case.

   Arriving at the police station, Jiang Xia borrowed a room from the police to check the information, and quietly waited for the night to fall.

  Hashimoto Maya sat next to him with his eyes blank, and at the same time he was thinking about a very serious and imminent question: Should we tell the organization that Uzo might be exposed and needs to be silenced?

  Maya Hashimoto: "..." If Mr. Ireland knew about this, he might be very happy. Unfortunately, my mobile phone and everything are still with Kurosawa and Ma, so I can't contact him.

  As for him reporting himself...

  Hashimoto Maya was heartbroken for a moment.

   Then silently strangled this idea in the bud.

  —Although Jiang Xia said that he set a trap, intending to catch the real "funeral silver coins"...but would Wu Zuo really take the bait so easily?

   In case Uzo ducks, and then finds himself quietly pushing behind his back to silence him.

  Hashimoto Maya suddenly discovered that it seemed more terrifying to be targeted by this demon than to be held accountable by the organization. The former at least died quickly and decently, but the latter...

  Another corner of Tokyo.

   Ireland is sneezing again.

  …

  Jiang Xia felt the random limited broadcast of iced black tea, and at the same time clicked the mouse in this pleasant atmosphere surrounded by the harvest atmosphere, feeling very good.

  He asked the police to borrow a computer with a disk slot, and checked the stolen disks of the Boduo clothing design company.

   There are nearly fifty diskettes in which employee stature information is registered, classified according to the initials of Japanese names. Among them, there are three related to the murderer's target "Naoko Torimaru", "Kosuke Inukai" and "Sayako Kiriyama". They are respectively in the disks starting with "と", "い", and "き".

  These three disks were originally stolen by the murderer, but after the "solved the case", the police found these lost disks in Masumi Takamori's room—it seemed that the murderer was using this method to frame Masumi Takamori.

  Jiang Xia picked up a few disks and looked at them, as if he understood something.

  He stood up and greeted Hashimoto Maya who was as quiet as a chicken beside him: "Let's go have dinner, and then we will go to the hospital where President Inozuka is staying."

   "Hospital?" Hashimoto Maya came back to his senses, a little surprised: he thought this temporary teammate should be lying in the morgue at this moment.

  …

  Although the president and associate vice-president have disappeared, the work of Boduo Design Club has not stopped. It is embarrassing that the boss is dead, but as long as the club is still there, the salary will be paid.

  Employees did not have so many opportunities to contact the boss, so they still work as they should. Only a few loyal people advocated a two-day holiday to commemorate the boss, but the weak voice was quickly suppressed by the middle and high-level.

  In this heavy yet relaxed atmosphere, a piece of news suddenly spread.

  —Because the murderer was not good at marksmanship, President Inozuka survived a catastrophe and has been rescued. Although it is still in a dangerous period, the chance of waking up is very high.

   "..."

  That night, in the hospital where President Inozuka was.

  Because the "murderer" who shot the gun has been controlled by the police, and the "funeral silver coin" is also lying on the hospital bed on his own, the police who are busy tonight have not sent anyone to the hospital.

   The lights in the observation treatment room were not turned on, only the instruments flickering faintly steadily.

  In the silence, a black figure avoided the sight of the nurse, came to the door of the ward where President Inozuka was, and opened the door silently.

  The shadow briefly adapted to the darkness.

   Soon, he walked to President Inozuka's hospital bed. Then he stretched out his hand with a clear goal, and pulled out the wire of the instrument neatly.

  The life-sustaining device for the patient was cut off, and Sombra heaved a sigh of relief in a complicated mood.

  The next moment, someone suddenly turned on the light in the house.

   "Good evening, real 'funeral silver coins.'"

  (end of this chapter)