Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 360 I have to find a lucky detective to take the blame (joint chapter)

Sure enough, Conan was not crushed by the bag containing Haibara Ai.

He hesitated for a moment, faced the oppressive gaze of Miss Anonymous, nodded his head pretending to agree, and trotted away with Hui Yuanai, taking advantage of the chaos.

After slipping out of the hotel smoothly and finding 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 opened the zipper under the suspicious gaze of Dr. A Li.

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

Although Anonymous just said that whoever returns to the hotel before dawn will kill him, Conan can't control the idea of ​​"going back to get involved"-in case he can catch one or two members of the black organization before Anonymous kills them. If the members of the organization are handed over to the police, the police will be able to get a lot of information about the organization in black. To round it up, Kudo Shinichi will take the antidote and return to the pinnacle of life...

However, before the beautiful imagination dissipated, Conan just opened the car door halfway, and his legs suddenly felt cold.

At the same time, there is a little pain like a pinprick.

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

Conan turned around in astonishment, and saw that Hui Yuanai had an apologetic expression, but he was holding a tube of unknown injection firmly, and the needle sank into his body.

The medicine in the special injection was filled quickly.

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

The last string of thoughts that flashed through his mind was: This needle is so familiar, Xiao Bai disguised as Hui Yuanai? !That's right, some time ago, Anonymous seemed to have a disguised member who even pretended to be an English teacher and took Jiang Xia away... What is this mysterious organization going to do tonight? !

Before the series of question marks in his mind came to fruition, Conan fell into a deep sleep unwillingly.

Dr. Ari reacted a little slower.

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

Haibara Ai put down the empty needle, crawled over and closed the rear door that was pushed open by Conan just now.

Then her blue eyes turned slightly, looked at Dr. Ali, and said in a natural tone: "Go home, let's not continue to meddle in this matter."

"Oh, good..." Dr. A Li started the fire in a daze, and subconsciously followed suit.

Unlike Conan, the old man is very good at taking opinions. When encountering matters related to the case, he will often follow Conan's instructions. Now that Conan is failing, he subconsciously followed what Haibara Ai said.

After driving a few meters, Dr. Ali gradually realized that being able to leave seemed to mean that the crisis of death had been resolved.

He immediately turned his attention elsewhere.

Recalling the injection in Huiyuan Ai's hand just now, Dr. Ali said in surprise and a little surprise: "Isn't that the medicine I was in charge of developing? Some time ago, Jiang Xia asked someone to help me promote it on the TV station. A lot of them were sold as self-defense products, the effect of the advertisement was really good, and my research funds were much richer.”

Hearing these words, Hui Yuan Ai silently glanced at the needle in his hand, and threw away the empty shell.

Conan might not take the anonymous threat to heart.

But Hui Yuanai recalled the scene just now, and clearly remembered the appearance of Miss Anonymous when she said "Piske won't survive tonight"—her demeanor and tone, understated, as if she was about to trample a bug to death, and with The faint joy emanating from the bottom of my heart... Since such a person would say "I will kill you if you enter the hotel before dawn", then this kind of warning must be serious.

Thinking of this, Hui Yuanai nodded invisibly.Yes, this should be the truth.Anonymous is indeed milder than the Black Organization, but 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 the same One of them?Although it is only a peripheral member...

Hui Yuanai thought about it, slowly pulled the pillow in the car to hug her, and buried herself in the oversized clothes and pillow.Everything tonight feels like a dream.

Captured by the black organization, rescued by Anonymous, and then suddenly changed to another organization... By the way, it seems that Anonymous's official members must have tattoos engraved, can they choose their positions?Or is it the head of the organization who designated the engraving?

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

Hui Yuanai touched the corners of his eyes with some fear.

……

Cupido City Hotel.

After Huiyuan Ai and Conan left, Jiang Xia scattered the unknown puppets, and let Miyano Akemi drift to follow Huiyuan Ai to see the situation, and her consciousness returned to her body.

The sentence "I'll kill you if you come back again" just now was actually not for Conan, but mainly for Haibara Ai.

Conan will not be frightened by such words at all. On the contrary, when he hears that someone will die, he may even rush in to try to save someone, and carry out his familiar death move... But Huiyuan Ai will definitely not pretend not to hear .

Thinking of the tube of anesthetic given to Hui Yuanai, Jiang Xia felt that, if all goes well, Conan should be lying down by now.

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

——Haihara Ai has earnestly completed the first task she received from the Anonymous organization, put all the tubes of anesthetic into Conan, and has persuaded Dr. Ali to leave.

In other words, tonight, Kudo-san, who has a lot of things to do, will not come to make trouble again.

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

……

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

Conan saw the scene where gin and vodka entered the Kushito Hotel just now, and Conan immediately called the Megure Police Department in Kudo Shinichi's voice, asking him to stop the two men in black.

Although the Megure police department was at a loss, but from Kudo Shinichi's tone, he realized that the matter seemed to be very serious, so he personally brought a few capable men to stop it.

As a result, not only did they fail to find gin, but the situation in the inquiry room began to get out of control because of the scattered staff.In the end, the delays of the police officers reached the limit, and they could only take a step back: those with purple commemorative handkerchiefs could leave first.

When Pisk heard that he was going to check the handkerchief, his heart sank slightly.

Facing the police officer who came over, he reached out to his pocket with a calm expression, intending to fumble for it meaningfully, and then said that he lost it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips went in, he touched the smooth silk.

Pisk was taken aback by the strange touch.

After he paused for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand, and there was an extra purple handkerchief in his hand.

Pisk stared at it, his complexion changed slightly.

...his handkerchief was obviously covering the muzzle of the gun, but it was blown away later.How did the handkerchief get into the pocket? !
The police officer didn't notice his ugly face under the layers of wrinkles, and briefly checked the handkerchief. After confirming that it was a commemorative handkerchief, he let Pisk out.

Pisk entered the corridor, but did not leave immediately.

He turned his head, and his eyes swept over everyone in the room in surprise.

——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, among these people, several of them have shaken hands with him, chatted with him, and passed by... In short, as long as they are skilled enough, they all have the opportunity to put the handkerchief in his pocket.

By the way, speaking of personal opportunities...

A scene suddenly flashed in Pisk's mind:
Before when Jiang Xia beat him up, in order to destroy the evidence, she forcibly pulled him up from the ground to take pictures of the footprints on his clothes, she touched his clothes, and of course there were many opportunities to touch his pockets.

Shouldn't...

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

But I 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 for inspection.

Pisk silently looked away again.

...Thought too much.

A commemorative handkerchief suddenly appeared in his pocket. It should be that unknown accomplice put his own handkerchief on him in order to protect him.

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

After reaching this conclusion, Pisk felt a little complicated.After thinking about it carefully, I think it's reasonable—although he doesn't know the identity of the hidden member, but the other party knows him.And there is no reason for a colleague to step on him and hit him when he knows his identity...

That's fine, 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 is not Jiang Xia, Pisk made a cold snort and didn't stay any longer.

He walked briskly down the corridor to the wine cellar.

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

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

The point is to confirm Xue Li's current situation as soon as possible, and transport the person out of the hotel—he left too hastily just now, thinking that he could rush back before Xue Li woke up, so he didn't tie her up.Now I only hope that Shirley will not commit suicide because of panic, otherwise the organization will undoubtedly lose a lot of information, and she will also lose a fortune... Pisk secretly prayed.

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

He hurried across the hallway, his thoughts wandering.

He didn't notice that shortly after he left, a figure followed silently behind him.

Jiang Xia controlled her pace, looking at Pisk's back expectantly.

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

——As early as when she was preparing to come to the memorial service, Jiang Xia planned to get another purple handkerchief.

First of all, Pisk must be well covered, otherwise, if Pisk is suspected and detained by the police, and falls into the hands of the police, then this 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 wanted to continue to stalk Hongfang's ghost, and didn't want to expose Wu Zuo's identity immediately.In order to avoid being targeted by some active minds, he also had to have a handkerchief of his own.

So before, Jiang Xia drove the puppet to find the bulletproof vest, to prevent Gin from shooting upwards in the fireplace on the spur of the moment, he didn't forget to put on Xiaobai's puppet, took his parents ghosts, and went to the front desk to distribute handkerchiefs The aunts played for a while.

On the way, while no one was paying attention, he quietly walked away with a remaining purple handkerchief.

Give Pisk a piece and keep one for yourself.

Plan pass√
……

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

When he saw the concealed door of the wine cellar from a distance, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart sank.

After striding closer and seeing the gun hole in 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 that after Shirley escaped from the organization, she mixed with a violent new companion who had a gun and was too lazy to pick the lock—this gun hole might have been made by the person who rescued her.

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

With a solemn expression, Pisk drew out his gun and loaded it, then carefully opened the door and stepped into the wine cellar to check.

After taking two steps, the door behind him suddenly creaked.

Pisk turned his head suddenly, just in time to see Gin approaching, at the same time, a gun equipped with a silencer was lifted by Gin, and pressed against Pisk's eyebrows, a frightening cold air hit his face.

...is "chill" 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. It looked like it had been frozen for a long time in the cold wind and heavy snow.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was also like frozen ice, and the cold breath rushed towards his face with a murderous aura. Gin Jiu didn't mention Shirley's matter, but asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you kill that reporter immediately and deal with it?" Negatives?"

"..." Pisk was shocked by the cold muzzle of the gun between his eyebrows, "Reporter? Negative film?... What do you mean?"

Qin Jiu remembered that he had waited on the rooftop for a long time and didn't see Shirley climb up, but instead received an implicit reprimand email from the boss, and his murderous intent became even stronger in an instant.

There was a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth: "Haven't you heard? It is said that the headline of tomorrow's morning newspaper will be a photo of you holding a gun to the ceiling at Director Jiumaki's funeral."

Pisker froze.

Thoughts spewed out, and in the blink of an eye, he felt a throbbing in his heart, and suddenly remembered the cluster of flashing lights that lit up in the dark banquet hall before he shot the chandelier.

He suddenly realized the problem.

(End of this chapter)