Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1873 1873 [Fugitive]

  When the police are busy saving their companions.

  Takamori Masumi also ran down from the car in a hurry.

  She looked left and right, and found that the policemen were not paying attention to her, and Naoko Torimaru had disappeared.

   Masumi Takamori: "..." That woman... ran away?

  Then how about I...

   This thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

  Then it became more and more concrete and clear—rather than spending the rest of her youth in prison, even if she was about to be caught, she wanted to see the outside world freely at last.

   Masumi Takamori watched the policemen carefully, took a step back, and took another step back.

  Then clenched the handcuffs on his hands to prevent it from making a sound, the cat turned around and ran away quietly, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the night.

  The police finally lifted the hapless companion who had fainted and a broken leg out of the car.

   They ran to a place that would not be affected by the bomb, and at the same time contacted the police station to ask them to send someone to deal with the bomb.

  After making the phone call, the little policeman scratched his head anxiously: "What's going on with this case? Have we smashed into a criminal nest? Let's forget about the previous two murder cases, but what's going on with this bomber tonight!"

  Another slightly older police officer sighed: "It's a bit absurd, but it seems a bit reasonable-have you forgotten, the real 'funeral silver coin', that woman who looks very intellectual and quiet, she got a gun by herself. Although it may be ordinary criminals who can get the gun, but..."

   Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly remembered an important thing.

   "Where's the 'funeral silver coin'?!" The police officer jumped up, "The other, the other one is gone!"

  Other police officers: "!"

  They glanced into the police car from a distance, but they didn't see anyone, and they suddenly thumped in their hearts: "Oops, they ran away, go look nearby!"

  …

   The night is gloomy.

  The policemen thought that what they were going to face might be a group of gunmen who dared to use bombs anywhere, so they didn't dare to disperse and search rashly.

  Thinking for a while, they simply stayed at the scene: "The modified car that hit us didn't know when it would explode. It is also very important to prevent innocent people from approaching the scene of the car accident rashly! It happens that there are three or four alleys here. Excluding the wounded, we are one by one, just in time to check.

   "As for those gangsters, they have already run away anyway, so let's wait for the help of more professional searchers. We didn't bring anything, and rushing there will only add to the chaos."

   Several other police officers nodded solemnly, and took over the important task of guarding the alley entrance.

   And on the other side, with the silent help of the enemy.

   Inozuka Saburo was able to disperse with the few accomplices he brought, looking for the actual second-in-command of the Putuo Club who had run away, Naoko Torimaru.

   "When did that guy slip out of the car? His reaction was really quick." Inozuka Saburo muttered while busy searching.

  The script he envisioned was very smooth: he drove over and stunned the police, shot and killed Naoko Torimaru in the back seat and pretended to be an accomplice seeking revenge, then detonated the modified car, erased all traces of himself, and hurried away in the accomplice's vehicle...

   After all, he is a peripheral member who is taught and led by someone. Saburo Inozuka is proficient in business under the example of his elder brothers Taro Inozuka and Jiro Inozuka. He has done similar things many times, and the vehicles and manpower are ready-made.

  But Naoko Torimaru reacted too quickly, and she didn't stay still when she was suddenly attacked. Instead, she escaped with a reaction faster than the police.

   "This is troublesome. This kind of alley is the most convenient for hiding people. In ten minutes or so, the car from Tiaozi will come..."

   Once the work of extermination deviates from the usual template, Saburo Inozuka couldn’t help but thump in his heart: "Naoko Torimaru should have been in contact with many things about the second brother. If she is arrested, will it lead to leaks of the organization's affairs. She is also an employee of the second brother. If she sits down like this, the whole company will be bloody..."

  The more Saburo Inozuka thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

  However, at this time, the eldest brother unfortunately went to heaven, and the second brother was still lying in the hospital in his conception, and there was nothing he could do to help.

   Unable to solve the problem by shouting "Brother!"

  So he clicked on the mailbox, and for the first time tremblingly took the initiative to send a message to the mysterious superior who had contacted him not long ago.

  …

the other side.

  Curaçao just rushed to deal with a traitor.

  She returned to the hiding place, washed the gunpowder smoke and blood off her body, and went back to the lounge to spread out the blanket a little tired. Then she tore open the bag of potato chips, grabbed a movie she hadn't seen, and turned on the home theater, trying to relax her tired mind.

  But just nestled in the blanket, before the opening scene was over, the phone buzzed.

   Curacao: “…”

  ... When will this kind of days with no fixed rest time and not being able to miss a single email come to an end?

   Cursing inwardly, but still can only reach out to find the phone, pick it up to check.

   Clicking on the sender, Curacao's head hurt even more: "..." Why did Inozuka Saburo ask her for nothing, what's wrong with Uzo?

  She sighed, had to pause the movie, and clicked on the email.

   Saburo Inozuka’s style of painting is different from his two unlucky older brothers: it may be that the two grew up and became crooked, and their education was tightened when they came to Saburo Inozuka.

   This kind of thing looks good and bad in Curacao.

   As for the present, one of the more obvious shortcomings is—I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this kind of guy who comes out of college always writes long-winded emails. Leaving aside the lengthy honorifics, the middle paragraph always has to reason out the cause and effect, write things clearly, and try to get things done in one letter without sending a second one.

   Curacao skipped the nonsense before and after, crunching potato chips with a murderous look, while trying to pick out useful content to read.

  [You asked me to hand over the guard task before, and I have arrived near the task location. It's just that Mr. Kurosawa said that the guarded person is not there at the moment, so I don't have to worry about going there, and wait until the police leave.

   So I took the time to get a little personal.

   I heard that my second brother Jiro Inozuka recovered from his serious injury miraculously. I planned to visit him, but unexpectedly found that there were many policemen near the hospital.

  I was worried that the police would find out that he was helping the organization, so I brought a few brothers there, planning to wait for an opportunity to silence the organization and solve the hidden danger of leaks in the worst case. ]

   "Waiting for the opportunity to help organize the silence?" Curacao's eyes moved slightly, and he quickly understood the careful thinking of this peripheral member: the silence was fake, and Saburo Inozuka's real purpose was probably to steal people away before Jiro Inozuka was controlled by the police. In this way, there is still a chance to undergo plastic surgery and become an underground member who cannot see the light, which is also a way to survive.

  (end of this chapter)