Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 3000 3004 [Curaçao's Trick] Ask for a monthly ticket (`)

Not long after, Vodka received a message.

Vodka: “…”

Uzo's intelligence?

From Curacao?

...This woman doesn't have much in common with Wuzo, so what kind of information could she have? She couldn't have come here empty-handed to get some Wu coins.

Vodka doubted for a moment, but quickly gave a price of one coin for this message blind box.

"If I remember correctly, Curacao was also at the scene of today's case. She is really good at intelligence. Maybe she caught Uzo's flaws during their time together that day?

"For this kind of information, it's better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. Besides, I made the Little Black Coins myself. I can copy a lot of them with a click of the mouse. If we talk about getting something for nothing, I'm the absolute winner."

With this in mind, Vodka bargained with Curacao for a while, and finally generously paid two coins.

Soon, my phone vibrated and an email came from Curacao.

Vodka immediately sat up and opened his mailbox.

When I opened the email worth two coins, a photo was the first thing that caught my eye.

——A plain and low-key black car was parked in the yard. The body of the car and the ground next to it were covered with heavy snow. It was slightly tilted. If you look closely, you can see that the tire on one side is flat.

"A car with a punctured tire?" Vodka's eyes jumped, and he instantly understood the reason why this photo was taken: Uzo must have destroyed Curacao's means of transportation in an unethical way in order to prevent the actors from leaving the scene without permission.

"What kind of intelligence is this?" Vodka felt like he was being cheated. "Did this ignorant guy know for the first time that Uzo would do whatever it takes to attract viewers? - Let alone a flat tire, I've even seen bombs installed on cars!"

He immediately began to feel sorry for the two small black coins that had just been cheated away, but when he flipped up and saw the text other than the attachment, Vodka's expression became serious again.

"There is a lot of snow on the roof and the ground, but there is none on the raised holes of the tires. The wind is blowing towards the tires, so the wind is not strong..."

As Vodka watched, he suddenly understood what Curacao meant - this was not an ordinary tire puncture case, just like the case that Jiang Xia had just "solved". This was a tire puncture case in a secret room in the snow!

"The tire was punctured, probably after it was covered with snow, but there are no footprints around the vehicle..."

In an instant, Vodka's thoughts were synchronized with Curacao's last night: How could someone have such a strong sense of ritual that he would use a secret room to even have a puncture?

Or is it that this complicated technique that would make others rack their brains is just a casual daily routine for Uzo?

…

Vodka was thinking hard.

On the other side, at Damen’s house.

Curacao clicked on the Passersby Mutual Aid Association, and as he watched the two silver coins jingle into his account, he couldn't help but smile with relief.

But soon, she discovered that there was something strange about the two silver coins - the pattern of the newly acquired small black coin was different from the previous ones, and it seemed as if it had been updated.

"One is pearls and the ocean, and the other...is it a leopard or a cat?" Curacao looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and silently got goose bumps all over his body:

"Isn't this the same set of business cards that Uzo wore? How come Vodka copied the designs? Doesn't he know that those business cards symbolize bad luck and the favor of the god of death?"

However, upon closer inspection, unlike the business card, the pattern on the silver coin seems to have been condensed and revised.

"…Speaking of which, what have the other business cards been changed to?"

An uncontrollable curiosity quietly rose in Curacao's heart. An intelligence agent touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

…

As the case was solved and physical evidence was collected, the local police finally drove the police car along the road that had been cleared in an expedited manner and drove into the courtyard of Damen's house.

Nothing was done, and a troublesome serial murder case was just ended. The faces of the local police were filled with simple smiles as if they had picked up a pie in the sky.

Jiang Xia handed out business cards to the policemen who gathered around, while Officer Sato looked at the criminal who was taken into the police car, feeling a little confused: the murderer this time was particularly remorseful, but it just felt that the remorse was different from that of previous murderers... But no matter what, the case was finally over, the road was cleared, and they could finally embark on their journey again.

Before getting in the car, Mao Lilan remembered something and looked at the female lawyer standing low-key in the corner - she always had a good impression of this person who had the same profession as her mother.

Seeing her standing alone in the corner, and seeing a big client just died, Mao Lilan couldn't bear it, so she took the initiative to invite her, "Ms. Shirai, we are going to Fukito Villa together. The Valentine's Day chocolates there are very famous. We have nothing to do anyway, do you want to come with us?"

"..." Vermouth looked at Curacao with an unfriendly look.

Curacao: “…” Fudu Villa, right? I’ve got it in mind. I will never go there in my lifetime.

...And what about Valentine's Day chocolates? Is Uzo going to celebrate Valentine's Day?

Curacao looked at Jiang Xia, then at Suzuki Sonoko, and suddenly remembered the two-player Valentine's Day travel copy that was previewed in the secret mini-game yesterday.

Just looking at the poster gave her goosebumps. If it were to happen in real life...

Curacao shuddered as if she was frozen by the north wind, then she looked at her watch and smiled politely and professionally: "I also want to join you, but I'm very sorry, I have work to do next and can't go with you."

"Oh, I see." Mao Lilan breathed a sigh of relief: it seemed that the accident of this client did not affect Miss Shirai's career, so she felt relieved.

Under Jiang Xia's reluctant gaze, Curacao watched the mini bus go away like a hamster being stared at by a snake.

As soon as the car disappeared from her sight, she immediately got into the car that the peripheral members had brought over and drove in the other direction without looking back.

Not long after we started, the cell phone rang.

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Thanks to the big guys for the [monthly tickets] (σ≧▽≦)σ.