Conan’s Corpse Picker

 Chapter 2054 2054【Uzo Wishing Machine】Please vote for me ()

 The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, the two snipers walked toward the temple cursing. When Chianti asked for the nth time, "What on earth was Uzo doing last night and why did he let that guy walk out of the hotel alive?" Cohen suddenly stopped. .

Cohen: “It’s time to get off work.”

Chianti: "?"

She raised the brim of her hat and looked up in the direction Cohen was looking. The iconic five-story pagoda in the temple was reflected in her eyes.

The five-story pagoda is old and dilapidated, and the light mist in the morning gives it an eerie atmosphere.

On the top of the tower on the highest floor, the cornices stretch across the sky, and a burly figure is hung on it - the murder legend that has been passed down for more than 400 years has been fully resurrected today as President Oda wished.

"This guy is still so..." Chianti opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to search his mind for a word that Gin had said, "Love art."

ˆCohen: “…”

 …It’s quite artistic.

 The two snipers retreated furtively, quickly clearing away the traces of their arrival.

After a while, the temple administrator came to the door yawning.

He opened the door and casually looked at the five-story pagoda when he suddenly froze.

 …

“Mr. Jiangxia! I am Okabe who took you to visit the temple yesterday!”

Jiang Xia was woken up by a phone call. On the other side of the phone was a panicked temple administrator.

The middle-aged man who was leisurely telling them ghost stories yesterday was now as panicked as if he had stepped into a ghost story: "Ghosts and gods have started to cause trouble again! The five-story pagoda, the five-story pagoda is resurrected!"

 …

Nearly half an hour later, Jiang Xia led a group of people to the temple behind the amusement park.

As soon as we arrived, we saw the police officer looking at the temple with dull eyes.

 In front of the five-story pagoda, there was a monk wearing cassocks standing there. Abbot Danhai recited a string of Buddhist beads and muttered scriptures that no one could understand, and his expression became more and more agitated.

 After a moment, he suddenly stopped talking, clasped his hands together, and said loudly as if he understood something: "God's punishment, this is God's punishment!"

Hearing his voice, everyone couldn't help but look at the top of the tower again.

President Oda was still hanging there. The place where he was hoisted was very special. The police officers had just arrived at the top of the building and were thinking about how to lower the body without damaging the scene as much as possible.

Mumu Police Department yawned sleepily: "..." If he had known that this temple could not suppress evil spirits, but that he himself was evil spirits, he would not have let Jiang Xia come over yesterday.

 … No, as a police officer, you have to be materialistic. How can you believe in these weird things!

Downstairs, Xun Zhengmaru looked up at the senior person in his life, feeling sad: he was obviously a successful man with great wealth, good at dealing with people, and flexible thinking. Why did it become like this in the blink of an eye?

 Curacao and Maya Hashimoto were also looking at the people upstairs, and their expressions were subtly synchronized.

 Hashimoto Maya: “…” Sure enough, we can’t talk about things that interest Uzo within his sphere of influence. Yesterday's dinner was uneventful. It seemed that President Oda was not Uzo's target. Who would have expected that just one night later, he was already here in a very high-profile manner. For a moment, President Oda's words from yesterday flashed through his mind, "If one or two people died in the five-story pagoda recently and we cooperated with the publicity, the effect would be great!"

"Who told you to make random wishes? Can you say such nonsense?" Maya Hashimoto silently offered a stick of incense to this very thoughtful president, "Don't worry, I will learn from your experience." Lessons avoid these topics.”

Beside him, Curacao was also thinking about similar things: "..." In a sense, Uzo was quite helpful. In this regard, he was like a wishing machine, dying in whatever way he ordered.

 …

  No matter what, there is no less work to be done.

The police officers were busy running for a long time and finally handed over part of the report.

However, unlike in the past, this time the progress is extremely slow - they have not yet been able to lower the body from the top of the tower.

Seeing the crowd of onlookers gathering more and more, the police department looked at the signboard of President Oda high up, and broke into a cold sweat: "Why is he still hanging there!"

The young police officer reported sadly: “The body was hung on the fifth floor of the five-story tower. One end of the rope was tied to the railing, and the other end hung down around the roof, hanging the deceased.

“Mr. Oda weighs nearly 200 kilograms. Carrying him to the fifth floor is a big project. Moreover, when we reach the top of the tower, the stairs become very narrow, and it is difficult for an adult to pass. It is impossible for someone to carry or carry him.

"If it was dragged, it would be barely possible to pass, but in that case, there would be traces of friction or wounds on the body of the deceased, and there would also be corresponding marks on the wooden stairs. But we have carefully tested it, and there are no similar signs there. "

The Mu Mu Police Department was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "If he wasn't carried or dragged over, how did he get to the top of the tower? Did he walk up on his own? ...Wait, wouldn't this be suicide!"

Jiang Xia also went to the top of the tower to join in the fun. The police officers finally figured out the plan. They put on safety ropes and stepped on the eaves of the next floor to the bottom of the body, intending to lower the body from here.

Jiang Xia walked around along the rope and looked at the knot fixed to the railing at the other end. She saw that there were many signs of wear and tear on the railing and the rope was also a bit old, which fit the ancient style of this ancient temple very well.

The police officers struggled a lot on the top of the tower, and finally brought the body back to the ground amid the amazement of the melon-eating crowd.

Others handed the compiled situation to Jiang Xia. Just as he let go, he remembered something and turned a corner and handed it to the Mu Mu Police Department.

　　　The police department is too lazy to bother anymore. Three cases occurred in less than 24 hours, and he could understand the fugue-like state of his subordinates at this time.

 He simply didn't bother to show off and handed the report directly to Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia did not refuse and started to check.

Although the five-story pagoda is old, the temple administrator is more diligent. The condition inside the pagoda is actually better than outside, and there is not much dust accumulation.

Especially on the roof of the building, the ground was wiped brand new.

The manager of the temple happened to be nearby. He looked at the report and the photos attached to the report, and scratched his head in confusion: He didn't seem to treat the top of the tower differently. Why is it so much cleaner there than below?

 When he was doubtful.

 A hidden corner in the distance.

Chianti Cohen confirmed the situation and the identity of the deceased, lowered the brim of his hat, and left in a hurry.

Thinking of the police officers who had just been coming in and out of the top of the tower, Cohen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, when they left yesterday, the two of them paid special attention and carefully swept the ground, leaving not a single hair behind.

 (End of this chapter)