Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 360 Find a lucky detective to take the blame (two-in-one chapter)

  Conan really wasn't crushed by the bag with Huihara Ai.

   He hesitated for a moment, and under the oppressive gaze of Miss Anonymous, he nodded his head pretending to agree, and trotted away with Haibara Ai, taking advantage of the chaos.

  Successfully slipped out of the hotel and found the Doctor's little beetle on the side of the road covered with snow and crushed ice, Conan put the bag in the back seat and unzipped it under Dr. Li's suspicious gaze.

After    released the Haibara Ai inside, Conan turned around again and planned to get off the car and return to the Cupido City Hotel.

Although Anonymous just said that whoever goes back to the hotel before dawn will kill whoever, but Conan can't control the thought of "going back and kicking" - in case he can catch one or two before Anonymous kills the members of the black organization If the members of the organization are handed over to the police, the police can get a lot of information about the black organization. Rounding up is that Kudo Shinichi takes the antidote and returns to the peak of his life...

  However, before the beautiful imagination dissipated, Conan just opened the door halfway, and suddenly a cold on his leg.

   At the same time, there is a little needle stick pain.

  ...Wait, it seems that the "like" has to be removed.

  Conan turned his head back in astonishment, and saw Haibara Ai's expression was a little apologetic, but his movements were very firm, holding a tube of unknown injection, and the needle sank into his body.

   The medicine in the special injection was quickly filled.

  Conan only had time to spit out the word "You...!" in a short and stunned manner, before he fell down on his seat.

  The last thought that flashed in his mind was: This needle looks familiar, Xiaobai Yirong has become Huiyuan Ai? ! That's right, some time ago, Anonymous did seem to have a disguised member, and that person pretended to be an English teacher and took him through Jiangxia... What the **** is this mysterious organization trying to do tonight? !

   Before waiting for a series of question marks in his mind to produce results, Conan fell into a deep sleep unwillingly.

   Dr. A Li's reaction was a little slower.

   When he twisted his slightly plump body and turned his head from the driver's seat, Conan behind him was already asleep with his eyes closed.

   Haibara Ai put down the vacant needle, climbed over and closed the rear door that Conan pushed open just now.

   Then she turned her blue eyes slightly, looked at Dr. A Li, and said in a natural tone, "Go home, let's not continue to meddle in this side's affairs."

   "Oh, okay..." Dr. A Li started a fire in a daze, and did so subconsciously.

  The old man is different from Conan. He is very good at taking opinions. When encountering matters related to the case, he often obeys Conan's instructions. Now that Conan is dead, he subconsciously follows what Haibara Ai said.

   Driving out a few meters, Dr. A Li gradually reacted: If he can leave, it seems that the death crisis has been lifted.

   He immediately turned his attention elsewhere.

Recalling the injection in Hai Yuanai's hand just now, Dr. Ali said with surprise and some surprise: "Isn't that the medicine I was responsible for developing, Jiang Xia asked someone to help me promote it on TV a while ago, and then it became It has been sold a lot as a self-defense product, and the effect of the advertisement is really good, and my research funds have been greatly enriched."

   Hearing this, Haibara Ai silently glanced at the needle in her hand and threw the empty shell away.

  Conan may not take the anonymous threat to heart.

But Haibara Ai recalled the scene just now, and clearly remembered what Miss Anonymous looked like when she said, "Pisk won't survive tonight" - her demeanor and tone, understated as if she was going to stomp on a bug, and she carried a The faint joy radiating from the bottom of my heart... Since such a person would say something like "enter the hotel before dawn, I will kill you", then this warning must be serious.

   Thinking of this, Haibara Ai nodded invisibly. Yes, this should be the truth. Anonymous is indeed milder than the Black Organization, but after all, it is a secret organization that can fight against the Black Organization, and even crush the Black Organization in some aspects... Wait, now she seems to be too One of them? Although only a peripheral member...

  Haihara Ai thought about it, slowly pulled over the pillow in the car and hugged him, burying himself in the oversized clothes and pillow. I feel like everything tonight is like a dream.

   Caught by a black organization, rescued by an anonymous, and then suddenly changed to another organization... By the way, it seems that the anonymous official members must have tattoos, can you choose the location by yourself? Or did the leader of the organization designate the engraving?

...I always feel that ordinary people will not voluntarily engrave tattoos on their faces. Miss Anonymous must have been oppressed by an unscrupulous boss... If after a while, you will become a full-fledged member from a peripheral member, do you have to see that terrible behind-the-scenes member? Black hand?

   Haibara Ai touched the corner of her eyes in fear.

  …

  Cuphu City Hotel.

  After Haibara Ai and Conan left, Jiang Xia scattered the anonymous puppet and let Miyano Akemi float to follow Haibara Ai to see the situation, and her consciousness returned to her body.

   The sentence "I'll shark you when I come back" just now was not meant to Conan, but mainly to Haibara.

Conan wouldn't be frightened by such words at all. On the contrary, he heard that he was going to kill people, and he might even rush in to try to save people, and perform his familiar death-defying actions... But Haibara Ai will definitely not pretend not to hear .

   Thinking of the tube of anesthesia handed to Haibara Ai, Jiang Xia felt that if it went well, Conan should be lying down by now.

   Sure enough, it didn't take long for Miyano Akemi to report back the news.

  ——Haihara Ai earnestly completed the first task she received from the anonymous organization, put a tube of anesthesia into Conan, and persuaded Dr. A Li to leave.

   In other words, tonight, Kudo-san, who has a lot of things to do, won't be making trouble again.

  In this case, maybe you can watch the process of unpacking Pisk, and take a close look at the murderous aura on Gin.

  …

   In the room temporarily requisitioned by the police, Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze towards the window and looked at the situation in the room.

   The scene of gin and vodka walking into the Cupido Hotel just now was seen by Conan, so Conan immediately called the Meguro Police Department in Kudo Shinichi's voice and asked him to stop the two men in black.

   Although the Meguro Police Department was at a loss, from the tone of Kudo Shinichi, he realized that the matter seemed to be very serious, and personally brought a few capable subordinates to stop him.

   As a result, not only could not find the gin, but because the manpower was scattered, the situation in the interrogation room started to get out of control. In the end, the police officers had no choice but to take a step back: those with purple commemorative handkerchiefs on their bodies could leave first.

   Pisker sank slightly when he heard that he was going to check the handkerchief.

   He faced the police officer who was approaching, and with a calm expression, he reached out to his pocket, intending to **** for a while, and then said he had lost it.

   Who knew that as soon as his fingertips went in, he felt the smooth silk.

   The unfamiliar touch made Pisk startled.

   He paused for a moment, then slowly drew out his hand, with a purple handkerchief in his hand.

   Pisk stared at it, his expression changed slightly.

  ...his handkerchief was clearly covered over the muzzle of the gun, and was blown away later. How did this handkerchief end up in the pocket? !

  The policeman didn't notice the ugly expression on his face under the layers of wrinkles. He briefly checked the handkerchief, confirmed that it was a commemorative handkerchief, and let Pisk go out.

   Pisk entered the corridor, but did not leave immediately.

   He turned his head and glanced at everyone in the room with a suspicious look.

  ——Celebrities get together, even if they are in the embarrassing situation of being regarded as a suspect, it is impossible to abandon social etiquette.

  So just now, several of these people have shaken hands with him, talked to him, passed by... In short, as long as they are skilled enough, they have the opportunity to put a handkerchief in his pocket.

   By the way, speaking of personal opportunities...

   A scene suddenly flashed in Pisk's mind:

   Before Jiang Xia beat him, in order to eliminate the evidence, when he was forcibly pulled from the ground and patted the footprints on his clothes, he had touched his clothes, and of course there were many chances to touch his pockets.

   Shouldn’t…

   A flash of lightning flashed across Pisk's mind, and he suddenly glanced through the door to Jiang Xia in the room.

   just happened to see the police officer say a few words next to Jiang Xia, and then Jiang Xia took out a purple commemorative handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the police to check.

   Pisk silently retracted his gaze.

  ...I think too much.

   A commemorative handkerchief will suddenly appear in his pocket. It should be the unknown accomplice who put his handkerchief on him in order to cover him.

   Since Jiang Xia's handkerchief is still there, it means that Jiang Xia is not that accomplice.

After    came to this conclusion, Pisk was a little complicated. Thinking about it carefully, I think this is very reasonable - although he does not know the identity of the hidden member, the other party knows him. And there is no reason for my colleagues to step on him and beat him when they know his identity...

   That's fine too, it's not a colleague, so it's convenient to silence him in the future.

   After confirming through the handkerchief that the organization accomplice hiding in the dark was not Jiang Xia, Pisk let out a cold snort and stopped staying.

   He walked quickly across the corridor to the wine cellar.

  Although he continued to look at the door, he might be able to find the real body of the paddling teammate.

   But right now, that's clearly not the point.

   The main point is to confirm Shirley's current situation as soon as possible, and transport the person out of the hotel - just now he left too hastily, thinking that he could get back before Shirley wakes up, so he didn't tie the person. Now I just hope that Shirley doesn't commit suicide because of panic, so the organization will undoubtedly lose a lot of information, and she will also lose a merit... Pisk secretly prayed.

   As for teammates, when they go back and finish writing the mission report, that person's paddling behavior will naturally be punished.

   He walked in a hurry, his mind wandering down the hallway.

   didn't notice that soon after he left, a figure quietly followed behind him.

   Jiang Xia controlled his pace and watched Pisk's back expectantly.

   Jiang Xia also passed the police handkerchief inspection and left the room smoothly. Several police officers in the room were not familiar with him, and no one paid attention to the direction he left.

  ——As early as when he was going to attend the memorial service, Jiang Xia had the plan to pick up another purple handkerchief.

   First of all, Pisk must be covered, otherwise, if Pisk is suspected, detained by the police, and falls into the hands of the police, the blind box cannot be opened. After all, the police cannot kill a cunning and unresisting old man on the spot.

   In addition, Jiang Xia also wants to continue to rub against the ghost of the red side, and does not want to immediately reveal the identity of Wuzuo. In order to avoid being targeted by some active thinking person, he also has to have a handkerchief of his own.

So before, Jiang Xia drove the puppet to look for the body armor to prevent Gin from firing a shot in the fireplace on a whim. He didn't forget to change into Xiaobai's puppet by the way, brought his parents ghosts, and went to the front desk to hand out handkerchiefs. The aunties played for a while.

   On the way, he took advantage of no one's attention and quietly walked away with a remaining purple handkerchief.

   Give Pisk a piece, and he has a piece left.

  Plan pass√

  …

  Pisk walked down the steps quickly and entered the corridor where the wine cellar was located.

   When he saw the hidden door of the wine cellar from a distance, his heart thumped, and it was half cold.

   After striding close and seeing the gun hole on the lock of the wine cellar door, Pisk frowned again and fell into deep thought.

  ... This simple and rude way of opening the door reminded him of gin.

   However, it cannot be ruled out the possibility that after Shirley escaped from the organization, she mixed up with the irritable new companion who had a gun and was too lazy to pick the lock - this gun hole may have been shot by the person who saved her.

  The former is fine, but if the latter...

  Pisk looked solemn, pulled out his gun and loaded it, then carefully opened the door and stepped into the wine cellar to check.

   Just took two steps when the door behind him creaked suddenly.

   Pisk turned his head sharply, just in time to see Gin approaching. At the same time, a gun with a silencer was lifted by Gin and pressed against Pisk's eyebrows, and a terrifying cold air rushed towards his face.

  ...is "cold" in the physical sense.

  ——Gin's black windbreaker was stained with sporadic wet stains, and some snowflakes that had not yet melted accumulated on the shoulders and brim of the hat, as if it had been frozen in the cold wind and snow for a long time.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was also like frozen ice, and the cold breath came towards his face with murderous aura, Jin Jiu didn't mention Xue Li, but asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you kill that reporter immediately and deal with it? negatives?"

   "..." Pisk was shivered by the cold gun muzzle between his brows, "Reporter? Films?...What do you mean?"

  Gin remembered that he just waited on the rooftop for a long time and didn't see Shirley climb up, but instead received an email from the boss with implicit rebuke, and his killing intent became stronger in an instant.

   A malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Have you not heard of it yet? It is said that the headline of tomorrow's morning paper will be a photo of you holding a gun to the ceiling at the funeral of the director of the wine roll."

   Pisk was stunned.

  Thoughts gushed out, and in the flash of lightning, his heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the cluster of flashes that lit up in the dark banquet hall before he shot the chandelier.

   He suddenly realized the problem.

   (end of this chapter)