Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1782 1781 [Curaçao: Sorry, vodka]

  Jiang Xia glanced at the row of people curled up in the corner: "No one should harm President Ishimoto, I waited for three or four hours, and no one came again."

  Mu Mu Police Department did not understand: "What three or four hours."

  Jiang Xia suspended the call, took a video and sent it to him, showing his results last night:

"I almost forgot to tell you that these are the people who came to assassinate President Ishimoto last night. You remember to send someone to receive it-when I caught the last person, there were still three or four hours before dawn. This is the most convenient way to do it If no one comes at the time, then no one will come again after that.”

  Mu Mu Police Department looked at the row of people in the video and fell into a daze for a while.

  President Ishimoto also said that he didn't offend anyone much... Does that mean he didn't offend anyone? !

  Thinking of this, he was immediately vigilant: "You don't need to come to the scene, continue to protect President Shimoto. No matter what the news on the scene is, I will tell you immediately."

  —The MP died last night, and the suspect died this morning. If another president dies today, regardless of whether this person died because of a congressman, the face of their police will be completely lost.

  So President Ishimoto must be alive! ...Let's leave this matter to the reliable brother Jiang Xia. The string of unlucky killers in that video has already proved his ability.

  …

  When the Mumu Police Department was busy arranging manpower, it was time to go to Jiang Xia to take over the third-rate killer army.

  The abandoned building where his destination is located has been surrounded by the police.

  The police may not have so many police forces in normal times, so they just surround the exit and forget about it. But this time, a high-ranking member of parliament was shot dead on the spot in a banquet hall where celebrities gathered, and the most eye-catching suspect fell to his death in this building... They really wanted to take a cover to cover the building Get up so that a fly cannot fly past.

   Hundreds of meters away.

  A woman pressed the baseball cap on the top of her head. Looking at this scene, she felt a little lucky in her heart, and felt a sense of accomplishment that she had done the life-death multiple-choice question correctly.

   Curacao looked at the building from a distance through the telescope, then turned his head and left quietly.

  The unlucky hacker who died in the building was also the assassination target of the organization, but he was not ranked high on the list—because this guy himself didn’t know about the organization, he just happened to threaten a partner of the organization.

  Since the funding period he gave was one month, the organization also leniently allowed him to die within one month. In addition, there have been many other more important targets recently, so Curacao has a rough idea of ​​the hacker's whereabouts, but it is not accurate enough.

  In addition, after yesterday's shooting incident, the hacker deliberately concealed his whereabouts, so Curacao spent a lot of time last night to confirm the specific location of this person.

   When the building was finally found, the sky was already slightly bright. The silence at this time is actually not eye-catching, and Curacao's instinct also told her that this is a good time to silence. If it is later, the hacker may be caught by the police and leak the secrets of the organization.

  However, after much deliberation, the shadow named "Uzo" hanging above her head made her resist her professional instinct and not enter that building.

   It turns out that this choice is correct. Not long after, Curacao saw a homeless man wandering leisurely into the abandoned building, and then ran out of it in a panic.

   Then a large group of police cars came - the hacker had already "fallen to death" inside.

   Curacao: "..." I didn't do it myself, and the rest of the organization certainly wouldn't go over her and do these things without authorization.

  Then there is only one truth: from the very beginning, this hacker with the ferocious title of "Piranha" and a rich and interesting experience has attracted Uzo's attention.

   "...Fortunately, I resisted not being hooked by him."

   Curacao recalled Uzo's reply to his email last night, and thought about his choice, and suddenly felt a strange sense of relief:

"Restraining killing intent by this guy's side is indeed one of the best ways to prevent him—although vodka is stupid most of the time, it turns out that he still has some survival wisdom occasionally. Not silenced."

   Speaking of which, if Uzo knew that Vodka had made such a contribution to the organization, would Vodka be retaliated?

   Curacao thought about it quickly, and then felt that it was very possible.

   "If Ireland and Bourbon fail to resist Uzo's temptations one day, then push the vodka out before Uzo turns his attention to me."

Curacao thought ruthlessly that her conscience had always been dormant in the face of such a colleague with blood on her hands: "Vodka may not last a few days by itself, but it is bound to gin, and gin looks It looks like it can last for a long time. At that time, other people's lives may be able to survive for a long time because of it..."

  …

  Except Curacao who quietly left here. At this time, there was another person who was secretly watching the building from a distance.

   Street corner.

   Sombra withdrew his gaze and smiled coldly.

  He was about to leave when he suddenly received a phone call.

  Heiying glanced down at the caller ID on the screen, took out the voice changer, and made a high-pitched voice: "Hello?"

  At the same time, he used another mobile phone he often used to browse the news, and entered the keywords "Jiangxia", "forced to death", and "prisoner" in the search bar, but after searching, he couldn't find the news that should have been there.

  He suddenly had a bad feeling, frowned and asked the person on the other side of the receiver: "What's going on?"

  The person on the opposite side nodded and bowed: "I'm really sorry, we can't accept this order, and the commission and liquidated damages have already been refunded to you!"

  Before he lost his temper, the pigeon on the opposite side hastily hung up the phone.

   Sombra stayed for several seconds. After regaining his senses, the smug smile on his face disappeared, and he couldn't help kicking the bricks on the ground forcefully: This is already the third media to refund money, what's going on? !

  —The hacker who died tragically in the building, of course, didn’t slip and fall to his death after the murder, but was killed by Sombra not long ago.

   In the matter of killing the congressman, the hacker was an accomplice hired by Sombra with a lot of money.

  Although hackers are not good assassins, the better a person is, the harder it is to kill him.

  Compared to this, although this hacker is tall and looks like something, he is actually not good at skills and can kill casually. He is also a gambler and easy to handle.

  When he was hired, Sombra had already thought about how to silence him afterwards.

In Heiying's view, if only the police are in charge of investigating this matter, then his plan to kill two birds with one stone can easily succeed: according to the habits of the police, such cases that look like suicides can easily be classified as real. into suicide.

  (end of this chapter)