Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1943 1943 [Strange bard added]

Just at this time, on the other side of the bush, the three suspicious people seemed to have discussed the result of shopping: "Let's get ready to go, and gather here in half an hour—don't miss out on shopping."

Then they high-fived and parted energetically.

"Okay!" The three children were also gearing up, "We just happened to be following each other—they must be preparing things to use in crimes, and those are certain evidence!"

……

Kojima Motota followed the timid long-haired man all the way to Mihua Home Furnishing Center. He saw the long-haired man put a lot of salad oil and gas canisters into the shopping cart.

Ayumi Yoshida followed the only woman among the three and saw her enter a Singaporean restaurant.

She sneaked into the back kitchen quietly, and heard the sound of sharpening knives.Followed by another thump.Yoshida Ayumi endured the numbness of his scalp, and probed to see. The next moment, the sound of thumping suddenly stopped.

There was a thump in her heart, and when she raised her head suddenly, she saw the woman holding a heavy kitchen knife, her apron was stained with blood, and she turned her head and looked straight at her.

……

On the other side, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko followed the tall man to the tobacco shop.The man quickly left with a paper bag in his arms.Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko chased after him out of curiosity, but bumped into the man at the corner.

The tall man looked at him sullenly: "Child, why are you following me?"

"..."

There were many people on the street, and the two entangled all the way back to the food venue.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked at the policemen around him, and became a little more courageous.He sternly said: "Are you trying to create an explosion here! Don't pretend, I heard it all just now!"

Just at this time, the long-haired man and Kojima Motota also came back one after the other.

Hearing Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's words, the long-haired man smiled honestly: "Haha, kids, you misunderstood—look, the one next to it is our dining car, and we plan to sell our signature chicken rice here."

"...Signature chicken rice?"

The tall man nodded: "That's right, that's a famous dish in Singapore. The three of us work at the nearby Marina restaurant. When we said just now, 'let the place explode', we actually meant to make our chicken rice a big hit. , meaning to cause a sensation—haha, it is a bit difficult for you elementary school students to use this kind of vocabulary flexibly."

"..." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya didn't like being treated like a primary school student, "What did you buy at the tobacco shop just now? Such a big pack cannot be a sample distributed to customers."

"This one."

The tall man weighed the paper bag in his arms, took out a stack of heavy leaflets, and explained patiently: "This is a leaflet that my friend from the printing factory helped me to make, because the time for placing an order is very tight. Just finished printing this morning.

"Originally we made an appointment to meet at the coffee shop, but today we are both very busy and couldn't make time to go together, so he left his things at the tobacco shop he often goes to."

At this moment, there was a clicking sound of a cart nearby.

The four of them turned their heads and saw that it was the fashionable woman who came back pushing a small car.Next to her was Yoshida Ayumi.

Ayumi Yoshida drooped her head, and said to the two classmates: "We seem to have made a mistake, they should not be bad people - the sister just went back to the store to prepare chicken for a while, I was taken aback by the way she held a knife , she was not angry, and comforted me patiently."

When six people were discussing these.

A hunchbacked old woman was sitting on a bench more than ten meters away, as if she was distracted looking into the distance.

The skin on her face was haggard and gray, and she looked about 70 to [-] years old, but occasionally a piece of her wrist was exposed, but the wrist was very smooth, and she looked like a young man.

Naoko Tormaru adjusted her pale wig, pulled her sleeves to cover the parts that should not be exposed, and listened to the goings on here with her ears perked up.

The plastic surgeon not only knows how to do plastic surgery, but also has good makeup skills.And Toriyama Naoko has been working in a design company for so many years and worked as a model. She picked up the skills very quickly and learned everything in a short time.

Tomorrow is the scheduled time for plastic surgery, and from then on, her life will never belong to her, and that tragic fate seems to be visible at a glance.

So today, on the last day of her life as "Torimaru Naoko", she just wants to make one last struggle regardless of the outcome.

"Jiang Xia has already received the letter I left in the detective agency. With that as a foreshadowing, if he receives another invitation to go out on the spot, whether it is out of sympathy or the detective's curiosity, he will definitely agree."

"I don't know if my plan will be successful, but death within my own control is better than being a plaything for others to entertain others."

Naoko Torimaru silently sorted out the things she was carrying, secretly determined in her heart:

"I am not anyone's caged bird, nor will I act according to anyone's script. My thoughts and life belong only to me. I want that person to see my independent thoughts, even if he disdains it. He can easily crush my vitality with just a lift of his finger. This is also proof that I have lived as a 'human being'. Otherwise, the gloomy life in the first half of my life and the struggle in the next ten years would be completely meaningless. .”

……

It is different from the literary young woman who is competing with her in the distance.

A few primary school students were still down to earth, struggling with the explosion.

The explanations given by the three adults were reasonable, but Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya always felt that some details were not quite right.He suddenly remembered something: "Then why do you buy so many oil and gas cans? These things are too dangerous in crowded places."

The long-haired man laughed loudly: "Flame is very dangerous for children, but it is really a good helper for us chefs-our meals have already been made into semi-finished products in the store, but if we want to sell them in the dining car , it still needs to be heated on site, and the sauce needs to be adjusted on site, all of which use salad oil and fire.”

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko still looked suspicious.

He suddenly said: "Since you are the staff of the restaurant, you must know how to cook, can you sell us a few copies?"

"..."

The three people's movements subtly froze.

After a while, they glanced at the occasional policemen passing by in the distance, and they smiled again: "Of course. I didn't expect the first guests to be three cute children-wait a minute, the chicken rice will be ready soon."

The three returned to the dining car, moved out the simple folding tables and chairs, and asked the children to sit down.

Then they got back in the car and carefully started cooking.

"These three kids look familiar." The three whispered, "Do they know that detective?"

(End of this chapter)