Corpse collector in Conan

Akai Shuichi said: "And I also found out one thing - in the previous bank robbery incident, there was a curly-haired man who was 'brave'. According to the nurses' description, the man was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, and his shooting skills were amazing."

"!" This time, James finally understood, and a person who impressed him immediately emerged in his mind, "Could it be that the man in black who appeared on the bus that day, who looked like Uzo?!"

Akai Shuichi: "That's right. Many members of the organization have another set of occupations and identities in society - do you think he is a magician or a circus member on the surface?"

James: "This..."

It sounds a bit bizarre, but it seems to be a little reasonable.

But there is a problem.

"You just said that the nurses said he was an amazing shooter?" James, "He dared to shoot in the hospital, and the police didn't issue a wanted notice for him?"

Akai Shuichi shook his head: "He used a fake gun that could produce paint. He could easily get such props, which is one of the reasons why I guessed he was a magician."

James understood: "I will ask someone to investigate the magicians in Tokyo. But smart people can do anything well. If his main job is really a magician, then he should not be unknown, but in fact, before you made this guess, we didn't see him in various reports..."

Akai Shuichi: "Some people learn magic for work, and some are just pure interest-in any case, magic tricks don't come out of thin air. The guy who looks like Uzo may not have performed on stage, but if he really studied magic tricks seriously, then as long as we find his master, we will definitely be able to dig out more clues."

James couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly, thinking that the victory of catching Uzo was in sight. Suddenly, the smile on his lips froze, and the hand twisting his beard also stopped: "..." Wait, does this situation look familiar?

Thinking carefully, it seems that it is not the first time that he has the illusion of victory when facing Uzo. Recalling the consequences they encountered after having this feeling several times before...

The sports car washed away by the water, various high bills, and the video of Shuichi Akai slowly falling from the Tokyo Tower with a parachute on his back were spread everywhere... All kinds of pictures gathered in his mind. After a moment of silence, James took a deep breath and said calmly: "Your analysis makes sense, but it is so easy to find out so much information... Is this another trap for you?"

When Shuichi Akai heard the "again" in his words, his eyes twitched slightly. He shook his head: "This is not the information that was 'easy' to find out. Although things were very simple after arriving at the hospital, it took me a lot of effort to find the 'Mr. Yamada' who never advertised in the newspapers, but..."

Although the FBI ace was very confident, he was not the kind of person who would not listen to advice. After thinking about it, Akai Shuichi had to admit: "But there is some truth in what you said."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and fell silent at the same time: the clue was right in front of them, and if they ignored it, they could indeed avoid the trap 100%.

However, they, the FBI, came all the way to Tokyo, not to avoid danger and live a comfortable and ordinary life... They came to work.

"Let's do this." James suddenly had an idea, "You are not as good as anyone else, but because you are always at the forefront, it is difficult for you to avoid the trap set by Uzo."

"This time, I will investigate." James patted his subordinate's shoulder, "You are responsible for standing high to coordinate. In a chess game, both players must stand outside the game to be fair."

Akai Shuichi: "Okay."

James: "...Huh?" Wait, you agree now? Don't be humble and give in? ... He was ready to persuade him hard after being rejected, and then go into battle tragically, but why didn't this subordinate follow the routine?

Akai Shuichi glanced at him: "This method is indeed feasible, and I am confident that I can protect you."

Hearing him say this, James finally felt more confident. Moreover...

"Last time when I wrote a report, those bastards actually complained that I spent too much money and achieved too little results." James muttered to himself, "It seems that I must show them some results - if you ask me, these people are simply talking without any pain, and they should really be invited to Tokyo to experience the special flavors here."

The old FBI held his breath, and his work efficiency was much higher than before.

Not long after, James raised his head from the thick materials and got an idea.

"Among the magicians who have emerged recently, there is no one who looks like the curly-haired man." James threw the pile of materials in front of him away and his eyes fell on another pile, "It seems that we have to start investigating these famous magicians who like to recruit apprentices and have many students all over the world."

...

When the FBI was worried about the thick list of magic.

On the other side, under the same sky, another worker was also worried.

Maya Hashimoto: "The magician on the theater island... I don't know any magicians, where should I start looking for one?"

"By the way, they copied the ancient theater exactly, raised a group of fish that can pull boats to deliver food, and now there is another magician... My boss's ideas are as varied as his murder methods."

Hashimoto Maya fell back into the car seat tiredly: "But think about it, the things I'm looking for this time are at least more normal - magicians are not like fish and theaters. I don't need to look for them myself. As long as I pay enough, they will come to me. If everything goes well, a contract will be settled... Well, anyway, let's look for them first."

Thinking of this, Hashimoto Maya posted an advertisement and offered a very attractive salary.

He waited expectantly for a long time in his busy schedule... and then waited for a few unskilled people.

...

Hashimoto Maya sat in the box, looking at the novice magician in front of him who was in a hurry and smashed the porcelain bowl hidden in his arms to the ground, took a deep breath, and silently covered his face.

- If he dared to give this kind of thing to Uzo, then the next one to be smashed to pieces might be him, the poor interviewer.

"Not passed?"

Holding the result given by Hashimoto Maya, a magician with decent skills among this group of crooked people frowned and snorted coldly: "I told you, there is no such thing as a free lunch - you don't want to recruit magicians at all, you just want to make fun of us, right?"

Hashimoto Maya: "..."