Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 1971 1971 [The Boss’s Script]

When the ghosts were worried about how to speak human words, suddenly, a man came next to them: "Let me buy it."

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A few people were startled and turned around to look. They were surprised to find an acquaintance in front of them, Mao Lilan: "Mr. Hashimoto? Why are you here?"

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Of course I followed Jiang Xia.

 …Well, I didn’t follow him specifically. It’s just that when he left the safe house yesterday, he left in a hurry and didn’t take many things with him.

At that time, Maya Hashimoto was in the same mood as running for her life, and she had no intention of going back to get something missing. But now that the life-and-death crisis has been temporarily resolved, the inconvenience of missing things has suddenly become apparent...so he is back.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the not-so-safe safe house, he was just about to pack his luggage when he saw Jiang Xia and the others leisurely passing downstairs from the window.

Maya Hashimoto hid behind the curtain in a flash, instinctively wanting to stay away.

But soon, thinking of the new task Uzo had just given yesterday, Maya Hashimoto's obedience, which had been his confidant for many years, changed. He didn't even bother to bring his things with him, so he turned around and followed.

Although he gave up and had a little thought of paddling along the way: But on second thought, Wu Zuo had just asked him to approach Jiangxia yesterday, and today they had a chance to meet by chance - what a coincidence. Who can guarantee that this is not the novice gift package given to him by Uzo?

Your boss mercifully gave you a chance to come over, but you pretended not to see it and turned around and ran away. In other workplaces, the boss might only give you a little sneak peek and make some sarcastic remarks, but here at Uzuo...

 So in the end, although she was extremely reluctant, Maya Hashimoto walked downstairs very firmly.

 …

At any rate, thanks to his specially trained tracking skills, plus the fact that it was night and the surrounding environment was complicated, Maya Hashimoto actually managed to follow him to the convenience store, and then found a wonderful opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"Sure enough, everything was arranged by Uzo." Maya Hashimoto was secretly glad, "If I had chosen to slip away or paddle just now, there might be a murder case waiting for me on the road now..."

No matter what he is thinking secretly in his heart, Maya Hashimoto is always very enthusiastic. Like a familiar foreigner, he took the wine from Mao Lilan's hand, quickly confirmed the payment, and soon used the methods he used to gather information to get involved in the small wine buying team.

Jiang Xia didn't expect Maya Hashimoto to be nearby. He was a little confused: "When he saw me just now, why didn't he risk murder?"

Miyano Akemi has been in the workplace for a while, so she understands the situation: Changing jobs requires a certain amount of time to adapt.

—They are working for the master of the medium, and Maya Hashimoto is also working for the master of the medium. Rounding off the two sides, they are colleagues. The ghosts' already high tolerance for this bucket of iced black tea has been slightly increased.

Mao Lilan didn't think much about it. She had encountered each other one after another in various cases before, especially in the recent case, Maya Hashimoto was attacked and framed as a suspect. She felt some sympathy for this unlucky foreign guest. , and his attitude was also very good: "Thank you so much this time."

Conan looked at him suspiciously: "It's so late, why is Uncle Hashimoto here?"

Maya Hashimoto was not guilty at all. She shook the key in her hand and said, "I have been living here recently."

Conan: "Speaking of which, no matter where we go recently, whether it's a remote island or Hokkaido, we meet you. What a coincidence."

"Who says it's not the case?" Maya Hashimoto murmured in her heart with bitterness, "Maybe it's because I'm unlucky - well, I mean, because I'm unlucky, I can't live in any place for long. I didn't say that you are the **** of bad luck. mean."

 Conan: "…" You might as well not say that last sentence.

But having said that, it is true that before meeting Maya Hashimoto, they also encountered various murder cases every day...

 He was shaken for a moment.

But he soon became determined again: he remembered the behavior of “Mr. I know this Maya, there is definitely something wrong with these two people.

With this in mind, while Maya Hashimoto was chatting with Mao Lilan, Conan pulled Jiang Xia a few steps behind and asked him quietly: "What do you think of Maya Hashimoto." Jiang Xia seemed to be distracted. When he heard this question, he subconsciously He replied: "It's very refreshing."

 Conan: "Huh?"

Jiang Xia came back to his senses: "What I mean is that his character is not discouraged even after encountering so many setbacks. It seems that there is no haze in his heart, and his mood returns to normal so quickly - this is worth learning from."

 Conan: “…” Really? Not at all. On the way back from his companion in Hokkaido, Mr. Hashimoto clearly looked like he was about to ascend to heaven and had no desire to live.

But looking at it now, Maya Hashimoto's mood is indeed very different from before, as if she has adjusted.

 This new discovery made Conan couldn't help but touch his chin: it was even more suspicious.

Moreover, if you compare it carefully, you can find that it is not just a temporary emotion, Maya Hashimoto's desire for survival and enthusiasm for life have also returned, and she also gives others a faint aura of a king.

 Conan: Something is wrong, very wrong.

What exactly happened to this suspicious British-Japanese man in the past few days?

 …

　　The four of them walked back along the way they came, carrying their newly acquired beers.

Soon they passed by the area with dim street lights. When they passed the broken street light, several people's eyes changed and they looked downstairs.

 I saw a young man standing there. The man held a cigarette in his hand, his face was impatient, and there were a few cigarette butts at his feet, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, a drunkard opened the window diagonally above the building, humming loudly, and walked to the balcony.

There seemed to be several people having dinner and drinking in that room. The drunkard’s friend heard his unpleasant singing and hurriedly ran to the balcony and dragged the man back: “Don’t be embarrassed, wake up!”

 Soon, the windows closed, the singing and the drunkenness disappeared.

 In big cities at night, drunkards are inevitable no matter where they are. You can find them in every commercial street open late at night, and although there are few in residential buildings, they are not absent.

Mao Lilan looked at this funny scene and felt a little amused.

 Hashimoto Maya's back was silently covered in a layer of cold sweat.

The four of them each had their own thoughts and walked through the darkest area without stopping. Conan immediately noticed something strange about Maya Hashimoto. He pushed up his glasses and pinched the child's voice: "Uncle Hashimoto, what's wrong with you?"

Maya Hashimoto looked as usual: "I was thinking that I have a friend who also likes to drink."

Mao Lilan smiled and said: "My dad too."

Maya Hashimoto smiled as if he was chatting about home affairs, but the goosebumps on his arms that were covered by clothes could not be wiped away.

 Broken street lamps, men standing smoking on the street, drunks suddenly popping up upstairs late at night...all of them are common sights in life.

But when these were all put together, Hashimoto Maya couldn't help but flash Uzo's face in his mind - just last night, right here, that scary guy smiled at him and said, "Don't disturb the actors." They practice hard."

 …Practice what? What exercises?

 The same scene, viewed with different mentality when watching a daily film and a horror film, will read completely different contents.

 The indescribable contrast between the extremely ordinary daily life and the blood hidden behind it made Maya Hashimoto's hair stand on end for a moment.

 (End of this chapter)