Corpse collector in Conan

I don’t know whether it was because it was too late, or because there was a murderous gum nearby, and tourists all ran to watch the excitement, but there were not many customers in the store.

Except for two bottles of wine, there was no one else with murderous intent.

On the contrary, when Jiang Xia passed by Vodka, he seemed to have pressed some strange switch. Vodka's murderous aura disappeared and suddenly became clean.

Jiang Xia: "..."

He couldn't help but cast a faint glance over there: Did this big bastard have any objections to him?

Vodka sat upright and did not look at him.

Jiang Xia didn't stop either. He looked at the peaceful restaurant and sighed, feeling a little disappointed: without Conan and Hattori Heiji, there seemed to be no extra money for this meal.

…

After washing my hands in front of the sink, I was slowly drying them.

The door behind Jiang Xia clicked and someone walked in.

He stopped and looked up at the mirror. In the clean and tidy mirror, two men in black were reflected, who did not look like good people.

Gin and Vodka entered the bathroom and closed the door behind their backs. One went around the cubicle to make sure no one else was there, and the other lowered his head to check the detection device, but found no unnecessary eavesdropping signal sources.

Then they walked back to Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia watched the vodka put away the testing equipment and was silent for a moment: "...Aren't you tired of doing this every day?"

After a pause, he looked at Gin again, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I forgot, you seem to be very leisurely recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, the concentration of murderous aura in the surrounding air increased as expected.

Gin looked at the culprit who caused him to be thought by the boss to have prosopagnosia, and a vein appeared silently on the back of his hand, "You really did it on purpose?"

"You still remember what happened so long ago. You are too vindictive." Jiang Xia shook her head helplessly and started to make nonsense, "I just wanted to enjoy the braised bourbon that day. Even if you didn't shoot, the elevator would still be broken. , who knew that you really can’t tell other people’s faces - face blindness is sometimes a precursor to some serious diseases, and there is no harm in taking more rest."

The corners of Gin's eyes twitched slightly. He was just too lazy to remember some unimportant people, and he wasn't really face-blind.

Moreover, Wu Zuo’s words cannot be believed at all: Even if there is another way to stop the elevator and seal off Bourbon’s retreat, it must be PlanBCD. And "Gin Sniper Elevator" is probably Wu Zuo's real Plan A - what Wu Zuo needs is not a helper who murders Bourbon at all, but an excellent actor.

What kind of actor is the best? Of course, you are completely immersed in the play - only if you don't know that there is a director and a script, can you develop the most realistic performance.

Gin: "..." At that time, he was unknowingly dragged into his theater by Wu Zuo, and became an actor who contributed to the final stage.

How dare you plot against him so blatantly...

There are many things that you can't look back on. The more you think about them, the more murderous you feel.

But according to Gin's experience, every time he was unhappy, Wu Zuo was secretly happy.

Or to be precise, anyone who shows murderous intent in front of Wu Zuo will have a similar reaction... After all, what this devil's stage needs most is probably the motivation of "murderous intent".

Thinking of this, Gin's mood calmed down a lot.

After a while, he saw that Wu Zuo was a little disappointed and dropped the topic without any interest.

He even started to give him a whip and give him a date, comforting him: "Don't settle old scores. 'That adult' found that work became busier without you, but he will become more aware of your importance, and the missing tasks will be returned in the future." Will come back. What he is doing now is not to beat you, but he is really worried about your health - what a great boss."

Gin: "..." Although this sentence really doesn't go far and is probably just said to coax people, it does sound somewhat pleasant to the ears. It seems that Wu Zuo can occasionally talk to people. No wonder those ladies are always obsessed with his little shabby office.

There is really no use in going over old scores. Ginjiu snorted and thought of business.

"How are you going to solve the matter of Qian Cheng Lao Tan?" To be on the safe side, Gin gave some information he knew. "In addition, a peripheral member in Osaka is missing. He, Qian Cheng Lao Tan, and the one you are about to kill It’s related to that tour group—don’t kill everyone, remember to keep the guy who knows the key information.”

As he said that, he thought of something again, picked up the cat that had climbed onto Vodka's body at some point, and threw it to Jiang Xia: "Take care of your cat yourself."

Jiang Xia caught the dry cat and looked at each other for a moment. He thought about it and handed the cat back.

Then he said seriously: "Let's leave it to you first. I'm too busy these days, and for 'Jiang Xia', this is not my cat, it's just a free-range street cat. There is no reason to always be with it - —You can bring it with you, it is easy to raise, you don’t need to feed it or take care of it, and everything will be solved on its own.”

"..." Vodka was stunned for a moment, then silently burst out with murderous intent.

The tips of Ganfanmao's ears twitched, and he turned his head, looking at him with round eyes, a hint of salivation in his eyes.

Gin didn't have any objections to this, although the cat was far from as worry-free as Wu Zuo said, and its claws couldn't be free at all along the way. But it was Vodka who was worried about it anyway, and it had nothing to do with him.

Vodka is also idle. Thinking like this, Gin took the cat again, and under Vodka's complicated eyes, casually threw the cat into his hand.

The cat looked very happy.

Ginjiu remembered just now that Jiang Xia had just asked the cat to follow them, and the cat turned to look at Vodka. It felt like the cat could understand Wu Zuo's instructions: "How did you tame it?"

"Ah?" Jiang Xia was startled for a moment, and it took two seconds before she vaguely guessed why Ginjiu asked--could this person want to convert cats into the organization's labor force in batches?

There is only one good-for-nothing cat...

Jiang Xia poured cold water on the model worker's creative ideas: "It depends on the cat. Most cats don't have this talent. Out of so many cats, only this one was chosen."

Vodka didn't dare to fight the cat in front of Wu Zuo, so he could only listen silently, snorting in his heart as he listened: So many? Wu Zuo is not only causing harm to people, but now it seems that he even doesn't spare cats.

I don’t know what happened to those good cats who would rather die than surrender. They may have been silenced by Wu Zuo and his terrible subordinates. On the contrary, the cat in front of me, who was colluding with Wu Zuo, seemed to be living a very good life...

Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Zuomao stepped on his head.

"..." Vodka's resolute face twitched slightly, his expression remained unchanged, but the murderous aura could not help but surge out.

…

Two men in black came and left, leaving no trace behind.

Jiang Xia also returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.