Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1866 1866 [Caring subordinates] Asking for a monthly ticket

Chapter 1866 1866 [Caring subordinates] Ask for a monthly ticket (`)

Not long after, the mobile phone in Curacao, who was far away on a business trip, vibrated and received a specially marked message.

"..." She put away her gun, walked around the pool of blood on the ground, and looked at the mailbox wearily.

Sure enough, it was news from over there again.Kurosawa and Ma:

[That "George" followed the high school detective and they got into the police car together!

Has he been exposed? Does he need to be silenced urgently? ]

"..."

Curacao was instinctively alert to the word "police car" at first, but soon, seeing the "high school student detective" in front of her, she silently deleted the words she just typed, and typed a new one:

[Do not care.

Everything is under control. ]

After replying to the news, Curacao pulled people over to tidy up the scene, while wearily opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.Then she kicked the accelerator and let the sports car go away, implementing the essence of the organization's principle of "kill someone and leave".

On the way, recalling the recent emails sent one after another, Curacao sighed silently: "..." This group of subordinates used to be very independent, and they didn't dare to provoke the cadres, and they took care of everything by themselves. But now, they were like puppets who depended on their boss, they always came to ask her if they had anything to do.

As for these things, it is indeed necessary to ask a little bit.More importantly, because of an uncertain factor around the subordinates, Curacao couldn't reply to their words like "don't bother me, and handle everything by yourself" - otherwise, who knows what kind of disaster it will be in the end sliced ​​scene.

"... Having said that, they ask too often, don't you have a brain?" Curacao's account book moved, "It's probably caused by Hashimoto Maya. This guy is so good at cheating the boss. Sure enough, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp... He deserves to be watched by Wu Zuo."

……

"Ah!"

In the police car, Hashimoto Maya sneezed suddenly while looking out the window.

Then he silently rubbed his nose, thinking dumbly: "..." Who is talking about me?It can't be Uzo.

On the way to the police station, the police car cleared the way, and the traffic was extremely smooth.

But Hashimoto Maya was not in a very happy mood.He carefully shrank towards the center of the car, fearing that a loyal and violent colleague would see him from the window and shoot him to kill him on the spot.

Hashimoto Maya: "..." Speaking of which, I have never been in a police car. Ever since I was forced to get in touch with Uzo because of Mr. Ireland, riding in a police car seems to have become commonplace, and I have to come here every now and then— Especially after leaving that plane of death.

The only consolation is that he is either a victim of being affected, or just an innocent passerby.Although there were some horrible things like being almost pierced by steel knives that fell from the sky on the way, compared with Ireland, the current life is actually peaceful and cherished.

……

And soon, in the corner of Tokyo, Ireland started sneezing too.

But all of this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia and Hashimoto Maya who are busy solving the case.

When he arrived at the police station, Jiang Xia borrowed a police room to check the information, and quietly waited for the night to fall.

Maya Hashimoto was sitting next to him, with his eyes blank, while he was thinking about a very serious and imminent question: Do we need to tell the organization that Uzo may be exposed and needs to be silenced?

Maya Hashimoto: "..." If Mr. Ireland knew about this, he might be very happy. Unfortunately, his mobile phone and everything are still with Kurosawa and Ma, and he cannot be contacted.

As for him reporting himself...

Maya Hashimoto's heart skipped a beat.

Then silently strangled this idea in the bud.

——Although Jiang Xia said that he set a trap, intending to catch the real "funeral silver coins"...but would Wu Zuo really take the bait so easily?

In case Uzo ducks, and then finds himself quietly pushing behind his back to silence him.

Maya Hashimoto suddenly realized that it seemed more terrifying to be targeted by this demon than to be held accountable by the organization.The former at least died quickly and decently, but the latter...

Another corner of Tokyo.

Ireland is sneezing again.

……

Jiang Xia felt the random limited broadcast of iced black tea, and at the same time clicked the mouse in this pleasant atmosphere surrounded by the breath of harvest, feeling very good.

He asked the police to borrow a computer with a disk slot, and checked the stolen disks of the Boduo clothing design company.

There are nearly fifty disks in which the employee's physical information is registered, classified according to the initials of the Japanese names.Among them, there are three related to the murderer's target "Naoko Torimaru", "Kosuke Inukai" and "Sayako Kiriyama".They are respectively in the disks starting with "と", "い", and "き".

These three disks were originally stolen by the murderer, but after the "solved the case", the police found these lost disks in Masumi Takamori's room-it seemed that the murderer was planting Masumi Takamori in this way.

Jiang Xia picked up a few disks and looked at them, as if she understood something.

He stood up and called Hashimoto Maya who was as quiet as a chicken beside him: "Let's go to dinner, and then we will go to the hospital where President Inozuka is staying."

"Hospital?" Hashimoto Maya came back to his senses, a little surprised: he thought this temporary teammate should be lying in the morgue right now.

……

Although the president and associate vice president disappeared in a wave, the work of Boduo Design Club did not stop. It is embarrassing that the boss died, but as long as the club is still there, the salary will be paid as usual.

The employees didn't have so many opportunities to contact the boss, so they still work as they should. Only a few loyal people advocated a two-day holiday to commemorate the boss. Unfortunately, the weak voice was quickly suppressed by the middle and high management.

In this heavy yet relaxed atmosphere, a piece of news suddenly spread.

——Because the murderer was not good at marksmanship, President Inozuka survived and was rescued.Although it is still in a dangerous period, the chance of waking up is very high.

"..."

That night, in the hospital where President Inozuka was.

Since the "murderer" who shot the gun has been controlled by the police, and the "funeral silver coin" is also lying on the hospital bed on his own, the police who are busy tonight have not sent anyone to the hospital.

The lights in the observation treatment room were not turned on, only the faint light of the instrument flickered steadily.

In the silence, avoiding the nurse's sight, a black figure came to the door of the ward where President Inozuka was, and pushed the door silently.

The shadow briefly adapted to the darkness.

Soon, he walked to President Inozuka's hospital bed.Then he stretched out his hand with a clear goal, and pulled out the wire of the instrument neatly.

The life-sustaining device of the patient was cut off, and Sombra heaved a sigh of relief in a complicated mood.

The next moment, someone suddenly turned on the light in the house.

"Good evening, real 'funeral silver coins.'"

(End of this chapter)