Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 508 Taste this pack of cookies and ask for a monthly pass ()

  After adding volts to the car.

  Gin raised the car window with a blank face, and glanced at the package of snacks out of the corner of his eye, waiting to hear the so-called "explanation".

   Originally, he had doubts about this package of dim sum just because of the freshness of the dim sum.

   And the shout of vodka just now made Gin completely sure that there is something wrong with this packet of cookies, something has been added to it.

  ... There was a suspicious drug in the meal that I planned to eat. Thinking of this, Gin's finger on the trigger was slightly harder.

   But his reason told him that the loyalty of vodka has been tested, and if vodka really wants to poison him, he can directly mix the medicine into the bento, and don't have to risk this kind of snack he doesn't eat often...

  Vodka saw Gin's thoughtful look, and felt that everything was saved.

   He knew very well that many people who died at the gunpoint of his elder brother died because they spoke too slowly, so he quickly explained: "I actually prepared the snack for Wuzuo..."

   Speaking of this, I found that Gin's expression became gloomy again, and I remembered that Gin seemed to believe that after Uzo grew up, he could greatly improve the organization's assassination efficiency and expand the current situation of contacts...

   Vodka added sadly:

   "It's not some poison, it's just a little bit of anesthesia..." He slowly closed his index finger and thumb, made a "little bit" gesture, and said like an attentive salesman:

"Well, Uzo hasn't found a suitable psychiatrist yet. His mental state is inevitably unstable. I'm worried that if he gets into the game one day, out of our control, and goes too far... At that time, This package of snacks can more peacefully stop his dangerous actions without doing anything..."

  …Anesthetics?

   After listening to vodka, Gin suddenly remembered what happened in Tottori Prefecture.

   He instantly saw the brain circuit of vodka making this snack.

  ...No wonder after returning from Tottori Prefecture, Vodka's reaction to hearing "Uzo" was a little different from before, it turned out to be this idea.

   So, it seems that Uzo really doesn't like to refuse the water offered by others.

   Gin thoughtfully.

  Although I have already reminded me to pay attention to the medicines in my diet, Uzo may not take it to heart... In an instant, Jin Jiu realized that he actually wanted to see the scene when Uzo met these snacks.

   Of course, even if the vodka is really lucky, this method will work at most once.

And if it really works, Uzzo's expression must be very interesting. In addition, this will be a good social practice class - if Uzzo is really caught, it will be more effective than reminding him to "watch your diet" a hundred times... There are many good players in the organization who survived the strong winds and waves calmly, and finally capsized in the gutter in an inexplicable place. He didn't want Uzo to be one of them.

   Of course, the premise is that the package of vodka snacks, as he said, only added a little anesthetic.

  Gin thought, and turned his eyes to the vodka sitting next to him, nervously waiting for the verdict.

  He muzzled the package of cookies: "Eat it."

   Vodka didn't show the terrified expression of "I'm going to be forced to take poison!" when he heard this sentence, but was a little surprised, as if the punishment was very mild.

   He hurriedly picked up a few pieces of snacks and ate them.

   After a few seconds.

  Gin looked at the unconscious assistant leaning on the driver's seat: "…"

  Tsk, I made a mistake, I should have moved the vodka to the back seat first and gave up the driver's seat.

   But then, if there is a problem with the vodka, it may give him a chance to escape or even fight back... Anyway, there is still nearly an hour before the next transaction, so there is no rush to use the car now.

   Thinking so, Gin ignored the snoring vodka in the driver's seat.

   He looked at his phone again, and while eating a fresh bento, he sent a message to Uzo that he didn't finish just now:

  [Yes, handover at 10:40 tonight, I will tell you the location. ]

After   , Gin sent another message to Chianti and Cohen, leaving the two snipers free for the same period of time.

  …Let him see if Uzo has any other purpose than asking for a mission this time.

   If after meeting this time, you find that there is nothing wrong with Uzo, then resume providing him with the assassination list.

  ... After all, from the fact that Uzo took the initiative to raise funds for the organization, he now understands that the interests of the organization should be taken seriously.

   Moreover, I have to admit that Uzo started the assassination mission very neatly and neatly - it will not occupy the organization's manpower, so it will not lead to the exposure of the organization's people and increase the workload of clearing leaked targets...

   Even the aftermath can be left to the police.

   It was really fun to watch that pesky swarm of flies ignorantly pick up the pieces for Uzo and thank Uzo for saving them from overtime. He seemed to be able to appreciate the fun that Uzo had when he set up those assassination plays...

  …

   After nearly twenty minutes, Gin finished his dinner and breakfast, and was about to remove the stupid assistant from the steering wheel and drive himself to the Yamazaki Credit Association.

   At this moment, the snoring of vodka stopped a little and woke up.

   Opened his eyes and saw that he was still alive and did not appear in the interrogation room of the organization. Vodka realized with joy that he seemed to have passed the test of his eldest brother.

   When he straightened up, he saw some leftover snacks in the package next to him, he hurriedly put away, and said cautiously, "I'll find a place to dispose of it later..."

   Gin glanced at the cookie after hearing the words, hesitated a little, but didn't say anything in the end.

   Vodka was keenly aware that something was wrong.

   As a qualified reading machine, Vodka thought for a while, analyzed it calmly, and grasped the key.

  —After he proposed the practice of "disposing of dim sum", the eldest brother didn't snort, nod his head, or any other affirmative reaction...

   (end of this chapter)