Conan’s Corpse Picker

 Chapter 1994 1994【Failed to collect Wuzuo's wool】Please give me your monthly vote o(〃\'▽\'〃)o

Haruta Masaji sorted out his thoughts: "Not to mention the location of this land, the few corpses under it are enough to dissuade normal buyers. The haunted house would have been discounted, so this kind of buy 1 get 3 free with corpses The haunted house is even more likely to break bones. But no matter how discounted the price is, it is still a piece of reclaimed land, and the price is not cheap. Who would buy such an unlucky and troublesome place?

“Either they are just playing silly pranks to entertain me, or the rich second generation who are not short of money are curious about it and want to buy it and play with it.”

As for why they are not the rich generation, those who can be the rich generation have more or less brains. Who would be stupid enough to buy a place like this?

Thinking about it this way, Haruda Masaji’s next goal became clear: to ask for a sky-high price and make a lot of money.

If the other party turns around and leaves, it means that the price the other party can offer is not high in the first place, which just saves him from wasting time. And if the other party is willing to buy...

Then he will make a lot of money.

Thinking about this, Zhang Tianzhengji paid a little more attention to this unjust buyer.

He took out his cell phone, adjusted his scornful attitude, and thought about how to get the money as soon as possible to make up for his shortfall in gambling debts.

 …

Honda Masaji was deleting emails and watching movies intermittently. After writing it, he didn't rush to post it. Instead, he sent a message to one of his close subordinates, asking him to prepare the corresponding contract as soon as possible.

 —The intermediary fee is limited, but the price difference for reselling is unlimited. As long as he uses some tricks and operates properly, he can buy the land at a low price from the wealthy seller, and then sell it to the swindler who wants to buy the land at a high price.

If things go well, he might be able to pay off all his gambling debts with just this amount.

Although once the matter is exposed, he will not only lose his sign, but may even be sued. But in the face of so much money, who would think that there is no such thing?

As he was waiting for his subordinate to reply to him, Masaji Haruta caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, and that person seemed to be walking towards him.

 …Are there any viewers who are not discerning enough to come to this cinema?

 He snorted coldly and turned to look over.

 Then suddenly froze.

 …

 At the same time, in the movie screen, a security guard was patrolling the port when he suddenly saw a monster. He raised his flashlight and shined it, illuminating a huge scarlet eye.

The horror atmosphere piled up to a climax, with the shocking background sound, the roar of the monster, and the screams of the actors intertwined, instantly overpowering some weird movements in the theater.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was looking up at the movie when he suddenly shuddered.

 He folded his arms silently and looked around suspiciously.

Moto Kojima noticed his movement and turned his head in surprise: "Are you afraid of this shot? Haven't we seen it several times before?"

"I'm not afraid!" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya retorted in a low voice, "It's just that you don't feel that the surroundings are getting colder? And it seems to be getting colder."

The three children had just eaten the snacks Jiang Xia invited and watched Haiyuan Aiqing's movie. Happiness surged into their hearts, and their fear of the detective became slightly less intense. Although I still dare not speak loudly, I now dare to act normally.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was not as fat as Moto Kojima. He was shivering from the cold and wanted to go to the toilet.

He glanced towards Jiang Xia and saw that the detective was not looking here, so he stood up quietly and tiptoed to leave the movie hall and go to the bathroom.

Halfway through, he suddenly saw the door of the movie theater quietly pushed open, and a light-colored head with hair color obviously different from that of East Asian people silently poked in through the crack of the door.

The person who poked his head was a tall man in black, holding a knitted hat in his hand and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked at this person, paused in his steps, and suddenly became alert: Who is it? He actually prepared sunglasses and a hat in such a dark place as the screening room, and was also wearing black clothes. He doesn't look like a good person!

He was a little frightened, but before he could think too much, the man in black looked past his sunglasses into the hall. He didn't know what he noticed, and his whole body froze. In the next moment, he retracted his body, and the door of the screening room was closed again, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya: “…?”

He looked at the motionless door, rubbed his eyes again, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head:

 It seemed like something came in and left just now?

 Is he a real person, or is he an illusion?

 …

 No matter what, you still have to use the toilet.

Thinking of the person who just disappeared again, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya originally wanted to call a friend to come over and accompany him, but he turned back and glanced in the direction of Jiang Xia from a distance, and he was worried that calling friends and making loud noises would be classified as a "bad boy" "in.

 After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to observe it first.

When he arrived at the door of the screening room, he peeked his head quietly and found that the suspicious person was not in the corridor at all. Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards the bathroom: "...Maybe he went to the wrong screening room."

 …

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya quickly finished using the restroom and returned to the movie theater to sit down, temporarily forgetting about the tall and suspicious man just now.

 The movie continued to advance, showing a clip of Gomera going berserk and the elf comforting it.

 The audience watched with gusto.

Outside the screening room, the saleswoman made tea and went to the screening room to deliver it to the projectionist.

The two chatted for a while, but suddenly felt something was wrong. The projectionist looked at the small window connected to the projection room and was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"

 “Huh?” The salesperson approached suspiciously, bent down to take a look, and was also stunned.

 This cinema still uses relatively traditional film. The screening room is located opposite the screen and at the very back of the auditorium. Several palm-sized small windows were opened between the projection room and the auditorium, and the images were projected through the small windows and reflected on the screen at the front.

At this time, if you look carefully, you can actually see something blocking a corner of the small window. The thing is shaking, causing a huge strange black shadow to appear on the screen.

Jiang Xia just finished drinking his coffee. He put down the cup, looked at the dangling black shadow, and turned back thoughtfully.

Looking towards the back of the projection room, I saw something hanging in front of the projection window, shaking slightly.

The auditorium was very dark, and the location was facing the light. Looking over it, it was impossible to see what was being hung.

 But Conan still stood up, having a vague premonition of something bad.

Jiang Xia said to the curator sitting in the corner: "Turn on the light and take a look."

 Apparently some people think so too.

Soon, as the lights in the auditorium were turned on, the surrounding environment suddenly became clear.

Everyone got used to the light and looked towards the projection window. They saw a tall, thin middle-aged man strangled by a hemp rope and hanged directly in front of the projection window.

 (End of this chapter)