Corpse collector in Conan

Judy was dozing on the sofa in the living room. When she heard the noise of the door, she woke up with a start. She rubbed her eyes and looked up, just in time to see Shuichi Akai who had gone out safely.

"Huh? Are you okay?"

Judy was a little surprised. She thought that she would be woken up by the emergency evacuation notice issued by the FBI ace, or some other abnormal commotion, but now it seems that the magic notebook is not as dangerous as imagined.

In other words, after one night, Shuichi has successfully dug out information from it?

Thinking of this, Judy's eyes moved away from Shuichi Akai and fell on the magic notebook.

She stood up and asked nervously: "How is it, what did you gain?"

Shuichi Akai, who studied the notebook all night: "..." Gain?

Before getting this private notebook of Mr. Zhengying, he had thought that the words between the lines of this notebook might record some words related to a mysterious apprentice. And they will follow this mysterious apprentice to catch Uzo's real identity.

But in fact, when Shuichi Akai was alert to the possible danger and studied every line of the words carefully, he found that his only gain was... that he learned a lot of magic.

As long as he was given a set of props, he could perform on stage now.

If he was a magician, he should be ecstatic now. But in fact, he was an FBI, so... this was a ghost gain.

For a moment, Shuichi Akai had the urge to throw the notebook hard on the table.

But as the pillar of this FBI team, facing the curious and expectant eyes of his colleagues, he could only take a deep breath silently in the end, and then calmly put the notebook back on the table.

"Unfortunately, there is no information about that person in it." Shuichi Akai briefly summarized, paused, and then said, "But it can help us understand Uzo's methods and routines, so that we won't be too passive when we face him in the future."

Judy: "..." In other words, our plan of "following this notebook to find out Uzo's true identity" really failed? ... Wait, why did she say it really failed?

…

Unlike the FBI who stayed up all night and looked a little haggard at the moment.

On the other hand, the high school student who lived an ordinary life had a good sleep and started his new day with a refreshed spirit.

"The boss went to see Hashimoto Maya yesterday?" Jiang Xia was eating breakfast while flipping through the emails received by Uzo.

Soon he saw the content of the new younger brother's complaint and was very dissatisfied with what happened in the hotel last night: "We are all employees of the detective agency, but Hashimoto Maya didn't come to see me? - I am much more senior than Hashimoto Maya."

After lamenting Amuro Toru's partiality, Jiang Xia glanced at the steaming coffee at hand and suddenly missed the hardworking employee... boss.

"I'm free anyway." Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee and quickly determined today's itinerary, "Let's go to the detective agency to take a look."

…

Before going to the detective agency, Jiang Xia first took a detour and passed by the hotel where Hashimoto Maya and Amuro Toru were last night.

After letting the fog dog and the mermaid float in for a while, not long after, the hardworking ghosts happily brought back two large balls of fallen murderous aura.

The ownerless murderous aura all belonged to the medium, and Jiang Xia naturally put the two balls of tasty murderous aura in his pocket, and then rushed all the way to the detective agency.

Looking from a distance, Jiang Xia sighed: the door was closed, it seemed that Amuro Toru skipped work again today.

But soon, he made another discovery - a lady in a dark brown suit stood at the door, lowering her head and talking to a child, and that child was...

"Conan?" After encountering this lucky classmate, Jiang Xia's mood of not catching Amuro Toru improved again, "Why are you here?"

Conan saw him, breathed a sigh of relief, and trotted over: "This auntie is here to see you."

Jiang Xia said, "Oh," and asked again: "So why are you here?"

Conan: "..."

This is a long story.

After what happened yesterday, he was doubly alert to Hashimoto Maya.

Remembering that this suspicious person had joined the detective agency where Jiang Xia worked, Conan decided that since he was free, he might as well use the excuse of delivering something to Jiang Xia to sneak over and take a look - the boss of this agency was suspicious in himself, and now two suspicious people were together... maybe he could get some new clues by accident.

However, after taking the bus and wandering all the way here, Conan was disappointed to find that: let alone getting together, this detective agency was not open at all.

He pried open the door and looked inside. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and found a lady dressed in simple clothes.

"Is it you?" The lady with a neat short hair looked at him in surprise and smiled, "Little boy, I remember you were in the newspaper - is your brother Jiang Xia not here today?"

Conan was talking to her when he found Jiang Xia.

At this time, facing Jiang Xia's question, Conan couldn't say that he was here to observe Hashimoto Maya.

He then made up an excuse and pushed Jiang Xia to his wife: "The guests have come to the door, don't worry about me, hurry up and work!"

Jiang Xia: "..."

...

Anyway, since I met the client by chance, I definitely can't let him stand outside.

Jiang Xia found the key, opened the door, invited the lady in, and boiled hot water.

The tea couldn't be served for a while, but fortunately the client didn't have the mood to taste tea.

This elderly but well-maintained lady filled out the registration form, sat upright on the sofa, and sighed softly: "I came here today, actually for my husband's matter."

Jiang Xia took the form she pushed over, glanced down, and saw that the client's name column was filled in with "九九七惠".

Conan was surprised to see this rare surname: "It looks so familiar... By the way, we just talked about a deceased Mr. 九九元康 yesterday. He seemed to be a magician and was famous for a while."

The wife smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's my husband."

"..."

Conan looked embarrassed: "Sorry."

The wife shook her head: "It's nothing. It's been a week since he "committed suicide". I have long accepted the fact that he has left."

Jiang Xia heard the emphasis in her words: "Suicide?"

"This is the conclusion given by the police." Mrs. Jiujiu whispered, "But I always feel... Alas, he doesn't look like a person who wants to commit suicide at all."

"Really." Jiang Xia picked up the empty cup and put it down again, turned his head to look at the hot water that had not yet been boiled, and missed his absent boss very much.

He retracted his gaze and looked at Mrs. Jiujiu again: "Why don't you tell me in detail about the situation on the day of his death, and I will help you judge whether it was suicide or not."