Corpse collector in Conan

——Without that creepy and hateful look, I can finally choose the dead with confidence.

Curacao shrank in a corner that Jiangxia could not see, and was in a good mood. He was in a good mood and seemed to have seen a small black coin falling into the account.

However, when the finger poked and then pressed, there was no click sound effect that it should have in the past.

"?" Curacao could feel something was wrong. She frowned and looked carefully. Only then did she find that there was a small "closed" tag in the upper right corner.

——The betting time has ended.

“…”

"???"

An organization cadre pinched his cell phone tightly, as if he felt a strong malice and targeting.

——I finally made a sure bet, and finally I could make the poor account a little more, but I missed the time just because Uzzo greeted her suddenly?

For a moment, some unspeakable feeling surged into my heart - it was the anger that the coins had fallen into my pocket, but had two legs and jumped out to escape.

"What does it mean?" Curacao's body was filled with a faint fragrance of aloe. "What do these two people mean?"

One interrupted her bet, and the other closed the plate in time. Staring at the cold interface and silent for a moment, Curacao gritted his teeth and opened the vodka communication interface.

——I dare not settle the score with Uzzo, don’t I dare to look for you?

...

On the other side, the vodka received the message: "…"

He looked at the condemnation sent by Curacao three or four times, and finally understood what she was saying: "I am in love with Uzzo? Are you crazy or am I crazy??"

However, the situation proposed by Curacao really made Vodka feel sad and he began to think about whether this so-called "cooperation" was a coincidence or cooperation.

"If it is the latter, doesn't that mean that Uzzo has discovered my mini program?"

This thought flashed, and the vodka shuddered, and the hairs on his back seemed to stand up one by one.

"No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible." Vodka took a deep breath and comforted himself rationally, "I'm a professional programmer. If Uzo really invaded, the multiple protections I set would have been long ago. A warning was given - and now that there is no, it means that this situation has not happened and my passers-by will still be safe."

"As for Curacao's experience just now... I closed at normal times. Who made this woman refuse to bet? - Didn't Belmode miss the betting time before? It can be seen that this kind of thing is not It can only happen by calculating, everything is just accidental."

While despising Curacao's troublesomeness in his heart, Vodka verbally comforted him.

Then he ignored the other party's hint about Xiao Wuqian, turned off the dialog box coldly, and continued to sound the recording sent by Belmode from the scene.

"Wait, that is to say, there are two other cadres in the scene besides Uzzo?" Vodka realized this after realizing it, and his eyes lit up, "This is a good time to observe..."

...

When several organization cadres muttered privately.

Home.

The others didn’t have so many ideas. After arranging the room, the younger son looked at Jiang Xia and the others and said apologetically: “I’m really sorry just now. My elder brother and sister-in-law’s attitude really have a way of treating guests.”

After a few polite words, the maid continued to introduce like a tour guide: "The bathroom is here, you can see it by walking straight along the corridor."

She led everyone to recognize the way so that the guests could not find the place when they were anxious.

As he walked along, Conan felt that this was bigger than some of the exhibition halls in Tokyo. He looked around curiously, pointing to another direction that a group of people had never been to: "What is that house for?"

The maid looked over with his eyes and laughed: "The room at the end of the corridor is the audio-visual room that the eldest son likes. From there, a little to the left is the kitchen - there is a room between the audio-visual room and the kitchen. There is a small door leading to the yard, and you can also go out to see the view from there."

...

After a simple walk around the house, the maid took several people to the living room as directed by the president of the gate.

Refreshments and drinks were placed on it, and chatting for a while. The obstacle next to him was pushed away. The maid appeared at the door and whispered to the president: "The old lady said she was not very comfortable tonight and wanted to rest early, but she didn't The Dharma is here."

The president of the gate tweeted: "It's a game again. She finally came so many customers, so she was so disappointed."

Seeing this, the sister-in-law next to her took the opportunity to laugh: "I guessed that my mother-in-law would be in the mood to have a meal today."

"..." Judy's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and she felt a vague premonition, "Why? What is this special day?"

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The eldest brother quickly tried to interrupt: "Kadayo, don't talk nonsense!"

The sister-in-law rolled her eyes. She used to be a filial wife who was timid and filial, but now, as she sees through her husband's incompetence, she has no hope of inheriting her property.

Since she no longer asks others for help, of course she is not so obedient.

My husband was perfunctory in one sentence, and my sister-in-law turned her head and complained to the guests, "I tell you, every time it comes to General Xiuyou's death day, my mother-in-law will huddle in the room where the Buddha altar is placed, and worship until midnight , what did General Xiuyou commit suicide?

"Once she said she heard General Xiuyou's suicide - it was scary, right? So since then, every year, she would cover her head and go to bed early.

"A person who worships General Xiuyou every day was actually frightened by the sound of his suicide. I really don't know what my mother-in-law is thinking every day."

The eldest brother couldn't bear to listen and scolded, "My mother's health is not good at all. You should spend more time, why are you still sarcastic!"

Before my sister-in-law could stop talking, the president of the gate snorted: "Do you still have time to think about this? - If you have time to be fake filial, you might as well spend more time at work!"

“…”

The eldest brother was silent.

Seeing that the air began to become stiff because of the news she brought, the maid had to try to ease the atmosphere.

She asked the guests without saying a word: "How is the dinner today?"

"It's delicious!" Maori Ran was the first to understand her intentions, and cooperated tacitly, and changed the topic, "Especially this bowl of rice, I've never had such a delicious meal!"

Hearing that his cooking skills were praised, the maid laughed embarrassedly: "Because this is rice made from the stove."

"No wonder there is a pot crumb." Jiang Xia chewed this original pollution-free crispy slice, "It tasted good."

Seeing the atmosphere was just right, my sister-in-law's eyes turned: "By the way, dad, look at the next presidential candidate..."