Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Gin: "..." Besides, now, Uzo has clearly said that he and vodka will take the target.

If he turns the task to another member of Osaka, and that person happens to be a waste, Uzo will be exposed to the risk of exposure... This will not only lose a promising cadre, but also make the boss The entire account was placed on his gin's head.

   So in the end, Jinjiu made a decision: I am idle anyway, it is better to follow the "stage" given by Uzo and watch the excitement.

   Watching Uzzo tease those stupid notes, and the other party not only knew nothing, but also showed a look of admiration to Uzzo, was barely considered a kind of entertainment.

  …

   "Fa month...Fa month..."

   Several high school students ran all the way back to Camellia Park, looking for a nearby watch.

   Soon, Suzuki Sonoko stopped in front of a detached house, looked at the small wooden sign with "Fayue" engraved next to the door, and waved to the other people: "It's this one!"

   knocked on the door, but no one answered, Fayue Dema seemed to have gone out.

  Jiang Xia gave a "uh" and lowered his head and poked Conan.

  Conan: "…"

   As a first-year kid who won't be held accountable for trespassing in a private house, Conan sighed and took out the lockpicker consciously.

   However, before he could perform the unlocking technique he learned in Hawaii, the impatient Hattori Heiji twisted the doorknob, and was immediately startled: "The door is not locked."

   "Maybe it was because he was in a hurry to go out, or he didn't intend to lock it." Jiang Xia looked into the room through the crack of the door, "Some old people are really not used to locking the door during the day."

  The structure of the house is simple, you can see the living room unobstructed from the door.

  Fayue Dema's room is very neat and has very few things. There is a TV, a wooden cabinet in the corner of the living room, and there is only an old wooden table.

   There is a heavy notebook on the small table. The notebook has an elegant cover and fluffy pages, and looks like it's been used for years.

  Conan was looking at the situation in the room when he was stabbed again on the shoulder.

  "..." He silently walked into the room and went straight to the small table and the notebook on it.

   Several other high school students followed behind him and walked in "in order to catch the bear kid who broke into the house."

   The heavy notebook was picked up and opened.

   On the spread out page, a few lines of graceful fonts are exposed.

   This is actually a diary.

   And judging from the signature on the cover, it is not something of Fayue Dema, but belongs to the old lady who committed suicide after being cheated, Shibata Mitsuko.

   "Mr. Fayue's bicycle is parked at the door, and his wallet and cards are also on the shoe cabinet at the entrance." Jiang Xia walked around and walked back, "He may have gone to a nearby place."

  Conan looked at the contents of the diary and always felt a little heavy: "Go find it, I always have a bad feeling."

  …

  Two kilometers away, another corner of Camellia Town.

  Takashi Mogi turned on his phone, glanced at the newly received email, followed the address above, and was in a good mood.

  —I have become an old man who has "lost the year" with him, saying that there is something important to tell him tonight, and let him go to the address on the email on time.

  According to Takashi Motegi’s experience, this must be because the old lady No. 2 was moved by the bankruptcy story he made up and planned to take out all the savings to let him “make a comeback”. So tonight, invite him to some high-end restaurant for dinner, as the starting point of his "counter-attack" career, to create a sense of ritual that reshapes his life.

   Motegi Takashi: "..." What a bunch of naive old guys, they are so easy to deceive after a lot of age.

   Thinking of the other party's earnest appearance, he couldn't help but get goosebumps - if it wasn't for those old ladies who had saved a lot of money, he wouldn't be too lazy to pretend to be a good young man with those rough old faces like tree bark every day.

  Thinking of this, Motegi Takashi took a deep breath, tried to adjust his state, and showed patience. Go where you want to go.

  …

   arrived at the destination soon.

   At this time, it was close to evening, the sky was already a little gloomy, and the light was very bad.

   Motegi Takashi turned the corner proudly, raised his eyes and glanced around, and gradually felt that something was wrong.

  —This is not the "proper meeting place" he imagined.

   Instead, it was a remote open space that looked like a stagnant construction site.

  “…” How do you make an appointment in such a place?

   was looking around with some doubts when Takashi Mogi suddenly heard faint footsteps behind him.

   After all, he is not a serious person, and Takashi Mogi's vigilance has always been okay. He turned his head sharply, and suddenly saw a figure holding a cane high and slamming him down hard.

  "?!" He panicked to dodge, stumbled on his feet, rolled to the ground, and could only scrambling back while shouting, "Wait, stop! What are you doing?!"

   Fayue Dema scolded in his heart when he saw that he missed a hit, stepped forward quickly, and slammed down another stick.

   At this moment, a black hand suddenly stretched out beside him and grabbed him. Hattori Heiji persuaded: "Don't do this, killing people will not solve the problem!"

   The crutches that Fayue Dema swung out with a bang also slammed into a swinging stick.

   Mogi Takashi slumped on the ground, watching all this dumbfounded.

   It was not until Fayue Dema was pulled away by Hattori Heiji and a female high school student that he finally recovered and understood the situation.

  —This old man must have known that he defrauded Shibata Mitsuko and wanted revenge! When Shibata Mitsuko was chatting with him before, she mentioned Fayue Dema.

   Motegi Takashi looked at Fayue Dema, and when he thought that he was almost smashed by this old thing and blossomed on the top of his head, a killing intent surged in his heart.

   The next moment, the enthusiastic detective with the swinging stick turned around without warning and glanced down at him.

  "!" Motegi Takashi immediately suppressed his resentful expression, showing a look of panic, "Thank you...you scared me to death just now, I didn't expect this old gentleman to suddenly hit someone."

   The young Tokyo detective let out a low laugh, stretched out his hand to help him up, and patted the soil on his body with a swing stick, comforting: "Don't be afraid, we're here."

   Motegi Takashi sneered in his heart when he looked at this confused detective who was deceived by him in a few words.

   But with a look of fear on his face, he nodded. Then, as if moved, he squeezed Jiang Xia's hand: "Then please!"

   "Hmm." Jiang Xia glanced at the hand he had just dropped on the ground. After turning around, he took out the wet towel and wiped it secretly.

   At the door of the construction site, a siren sounded at some point.

  Otaki Police Department arrived with people.

  —Although he still doubts whether Fayue Dema was the murderer of the "Murder Under the Bridge". But just now Hattori Heiji asked him to come, and it happened that there were no new murders, so he had to bring someone over.