Corpse collector in Conan

When Officer Shiratori and Officer Takagi heard this, their hearts suddenly sank.

"...We won't talk about detectives on the day off!" The two of them changed the subject with a rare tacit understanding. "Let's go find a pub and have a few drinks. It's a rare holiday to indulge yourself."

The three haggard police officers who had been working overtime all year round quickly reached an agreement. Let alone the bridge, they simply did not want to stay in Hokkaido anymore.

Just as he was about to find a place to drink, a long series of police sirens suddenly sounded in the night. As soon as he heard it, he knew that this was not the sound of one or two police cars, but the continuous sound of the sirens of countless police cars.

The three people's footsteps suddenly froze as they left, and they turned around.

On the other side of the bridge, I saw a long line of police cars roaring towards me. The police lights on top of the vehicles flashed in the night, like a long line of red and blue dragons.

"Why are so many police cars dispatched?" The Mumu Police Department looked at these vehicles in surprise, "Did a big shot get murdered, or was there a serial murder case with a large number of dead people?... With so many cars, three or four people would die. Bar."

Officer Takagi suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of it, the plane seems to be a huge secret room. The flight range of long-distance planes is also very long..."

Secret room serial murders, plane massacre, storm plane...a series of words flashed through his mind instantly.

At that moment, they clearly realized that their free time might be over.

Memu Police Department regretted not going to the tavern for a drink earlier.

But now, since I have seen my colleagues chasing the prisoner, I can't pretend that I didn't see it. The policeman's sense of responsibility made him grit his teeth: "Let's rush over too and see what we can do to help!"

…

When the three policemen abandoned the tavern in tears and rushed to the police car.

Not far away, halfway up the mountain, a black sports car parked quietly on the road.

A silver-haired woman leaned against the car door, put a telescope in front of her eyes, and looked up at the sky: "Found it. It's exactly as you said, they are approaching Sakimori Pier."

In the earphones, Rum laughed: "I knew it. It's the only one nearby that can be used for an emergency landing - if the plane lands smoothly, remember to control the scene immediately to ensure that Ireland cannot leak the secret."

An aircraft accident will definitely lead to a follow-up investigation. If Ireland's identity is unfortunately exposed during the investigation, it must be silenced promptly. Keeping the secret of the organization's existence and not exposing it to the society and the public is the consensus of all senior leaders of the organization.

Curacao responded, and then she remembered that there was another person on the plane: "Where is Uzo?"

"Don't worry about him, he never leaves any traces. Even if something goes wrong, where can he hide as a high school student from an organization." Rum felt relieved about this kind of black second generation, "Of course. If you have the ability to keep an eye on both of them at the same time, I don’t mind if you keep an eye on Uzo as well.”

"..." Curacao, "I understand, I will keep an eye on Ireland."

Rum's intelligence network was much more professional than Vodka's. After the plane had a problem, he received the news as soon as possible.

Even within an organization, a plane crash is not considered a big news. Rum happened to be nearby, so he planned to stop by to see what was going on.

Protecting the organization's secrets was only one of the purposes. The other reason for intervening in this matter was that Rum was also very interested in Uzo.

But as an important figure in the organization, Rum would certainly not put himself in danger - the previous encounter with Jiang Xia was just an accident. This time, Rum decided to hide behind the scenes. He did not directly contact the plane, but sent him of Curacao.

…

After confirming the current situation, the two parties ended the short call.

Curacao took off his headphones, stuffed them into his pocket along with his phone, then opened the door and returned to the car.

She reviewed what Rum had just said, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the instruction "Don't worry about Uzo."

——Although she is not afraid of the popular "Uzo", Curacao is different from many cadres in that her personality is not combative and her aggression is not strong. Outside of missions, she didn't want to have too much contact with other members.

And now, from the tragic situation in Ireland, we can know that Uzo is definitely a big trouble. As long as he has a little contact with him, there will be constant accidents afterwards, as if he is entangled by something terrible.

Curacao: "..." In comparison, the ferocious Ireland is actually much easier to get along with.

While thinking about it, she pulled down the sun visor, opened the mirror above, and began to disguise herself in front of the mirror.

Although there is still a lot of gap between him and Belmode, Curacao is also good at this. Soon, she changed from the striking silver-haired mixed-race woman to an ordinary Asian social creature with ear-length short hair. The originally distinctive pair of mandarin duck pupils were covered by tinted contact lenses and turned into an ordinary dark brown.

Curacao looked at himself in the mirror, then nodded slightly, put away the disguise tools, and began to organize other equipment.

She put on the special belt, arranged the collar and pockets made of special materials, and stored the poison needles, knives, wires, etc. properly one by one.

Finally she took out a small gun and looked down at the magazine.

She was also checking the murder weapon. On other cadres, these movements would look murderous, but on her, they were smooth and elegant, like a young girl arranging the jewelry she would wear today when going out. Just these jewelry are enough to take the lives of countless people.

After taking care of the equipment, Curacao turned the car around, throttled and drove in the direction of the dock.

On the way, she raised her head and glanced at the sky. Now, even without the help of a telescope, the figure of the plane gradually became clearer.

Curacao: "..." The most trouble-free thing is of course that the entire plane crashes, so she doesn't need to do much aftermath work at all. Gravity and fire explosions will help the organization deal with everything.

However, organization cadres will die when they die. People like Ireland, Uzo and her have done many evil things and deserve to die. But there's no need to involve other passengers... It's better to work harder and keep track of them manually.

And from Curacao's perspective, although the plane was in an extremely dangerous situation, the possibility of it landing safely was actually not small.

——The intelligence she received included a passenger list, and this list clearly showed that Jiang Xia was on that plane.

As one of Rum's confidants, Curacao certainly knew that Jiang Xia was Uzo.

"Uzo likes excitement. Even if such a person despises life and is not so afraid of death, he will definitely not let himself die in an air crash without any skills."

Curaçao sighed: "I heard that he and Ireland are not at odds with each other, and this accident was caused just to torment Ireland. It seems that in order to ensure that Ireland does not leak the secrets, I will be very busy right now."