Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

"Extraordinary ability?"

Conan and Hattori Heiji were startled when they heard this term.

As detectives, it's not that they haven't heard of supernatural powers, but after all, there are only a small number of supernatural beings in this world, and most of them are active in Yokohama, and they rarely go outside of Yokohama.

So although the two are detectives, they have never encountered a real supernatural person committing a crime.

"If it is a supernatural ability, then you must be more vigilant."

Gentaro Ikeda, who is most familiar with strange abilities, waved his hand to find a few subordinates, and asked them to surround him. "Some of their abilities will be very strange. If Detective Mori's speculation is true, then the other party is most likely a A supernatural being who can control people."

"Everyone from Vengley,? If possible, please allow me to send you back to Yokohama by helicopter."

"No need." Tsunayoshi Sawada had a calm expression, but resolutely rejected Gentaro Ikeda's plan to send the others away.

Not to mention too much, if there are really supernatural beings on this ship,? Or powerful ones? Then he, as a combat force, cannot let the life of this ship be ignored.

"Let this cruise ship return, and I will return to Yokohama with everyone." Tsunayoshi Sawada clenched his fists and turned to look at his companions.

Everyone's eyes revealed the same firmness as him, and Tsunayoshi Sawada raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Well, what about your safety..." Ikeda Gentaro didn't want to send his bodyguards at this critical moment, but he thought about what happened to Pengo Lie's future leader if something happened to his ship.

I don't necessarily die now, but after getting off the ship, I must die more miserable than now.

"It's okay." Seeing the displeasure of the ship owner, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't say anything, but said indifferently, "We can protect ourselves,? Mr. Ikeda should go to appease other people, we can do it ourselves."

"Yes yes yes." Hearing what Sawada Tsunayoshi said, Gentaro Ikeda quickly bowed, and then left quickly, intending to return to his own security defense and completely protect himself.

Gentaro Ikeda left, and the atmosphere of the few people present became a little more relaxed.

Only then did Conan realize that the girl who had been trembling since discovering the body was still looking at the pool with a horrified expression, concealed by the fat body of many bodyguards and the captain.

"Hey, Big Sister, are you okay?" Conan leaned forward curiously, and followed the girl's eyes to look into the pool.

The air was filled with the fishy sweetness of blood, but it was quickly taken away by the salty sea breeze. Although the blood was a little scary, why was the waitress more afraid of this pool of water than the corpse?

"Ka..." The girl's voice was extremely hoarse, tense with extreme panic, "It's... a curse, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The girl's voice was full of despair as if she knew she was going to die, she tried her best to support her body, and left the pool in embarrassment, staggering.

"Curse?" Conan looked puzzled, and he raised his foot to follow the girl who might know something, but was stopped by Hattori Heiji.

Hattori Heiji squatted down and poked Conan's forehead seriously, "Don't be so curious, you kid, do you know what a supernatural being is?"

"But no matter whether it is a supernatural person or an ordinary person, as long as the murderer is sure to leave traces." Conan raised his head and said solemnly, "Our detectives just want to collect all the information in the early stage, and then try to rule out all the wrong things. Possibility, get the only possibility."

"Because there is only one truth."

Looking at Conan, Hattori Heiji inexplicably remembered that time when he went to find Kudo Shinichi, and the other party had such firm eyes and fearlessness.

"You really don't look like a child." Hattori Heiji complained casually, stood up and put Conan on his shoulder, "Okay, the detective's curiosity is not so easy to be satisfied."

Hattori Heiji ignored Conan Momoe's evasive words of "because... because it was Shinichi brother who said it", and led Conan to catch up with the back of the girl who was running away.

After the two underage detectives left, at the stern of the first deck of the whole ship, only Kogoro Mori was left in a daze.

"Mr. Mao Li, don't you need to examine the corpse?" Nanchuan Yu actually didn't understand how the detectives did it, especially in this place, if there were no professional equipment, what conclusions could be drawn from the corpse.

"Ah, oh." After being reminded, Mori Kogoro slowly came back to his senses and turned to walk towards the corpse.

However, Mori Kogoro was a little distressed. Whether he was a detective or a policeman, professionals were responsible for these details, and he only knew some basic knowledge taught in class.

"If you don't mind, I can provide some help." A slightly accented Japanese sounded not far away.

Yu Nanchuan, Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others looked up together, and saw Conan Doyle walking slowly, wearing tendon leather shoes, a three-piece suit, a meticulous hairstyle, and holding a long-handled umbrella.

"A foreigner?" Mori Kogoro looked at the visitor vigilantly, and seriously refused, "Sorry, your identity has not been verified, and I cannot let you touch the corpse for the time being."

"Alas..." Conan Doyle sighed slowly, and then took out his ID card and handed it to Mori Kogoro.

"I am Arthur Conan Doyle, a professional..."

"Are you the writer from England?" Mori Kogoro stared and opened his mouth in surprise, looking at Conan Doyle as if he was looking at some magical creature.

"The one who created Sherlock Holmes?"

Although he is a detective, he doesn't like to read "detective literature" that is divorced from reality, but the image of Sherlock Holmes is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the image of the detective he represents is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Alas..." Conan Doyle sighed softly, "Although I prefer to call myself a professional doctor, you are right, I am indeed the author of "Detective Sherlock Holmes"."

After learning of Arthur Conan Doyle's identity, Mori Kogoro resolutely gave up the right to perform an autopsy.

And after seeing a few minors still standing by the side, he couldn't help rushing: "This is not a place for your children to stay, go back, go back, stay in a crowded place."

Nanchuan glanced at Conan Doyle, who was already putting on gloves and getting ready, and saw that the other party didn't ask what he meant, and slipped away quietly with his little friend.

And because they have witnessed the passing of life for two consecutive days, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Nanchuan Yu are not in a very good mood at the moment.

"Oh, I just hope they can catch the murderer sooner." Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed.

"It should be possible." Nanchuan Yu nodded in agreement, and at the same time recalled those detectives who had a particularly strong aura.

"But it's kind of weird."

"what?"

"They...should be just ordinary authors, why did they all become detectives?"

"Maybe it's just a part-time job?"

"It sounds like..."

A few people chatted one after another, and the entire deck on the first floor was empty.It seems that because they were notified that a murderer on the ship brutally killed a staff member on board, everyone was gathered in the dining room.

"Are you going to the restaurant?"

"No way." Nanchuan shook his head, "The restaurant will definitely be safer at this time, but for us, it's not too important."

"You're right. Now that the bodyguards and supernatural beings on board are all there, the real murderer probably won't do anything."

Several people reached a tacit agreement and did not go in the direction of the restaurant at all, but stepped up the stairs.

They thought they were brave because of their strength, but they didn't expect that there were many people on board who were not afraid of death.

The corridor on the second floor went deep, and the voices of two people arguing came.

"Huashan Wenren, is this how you treat me now? If I didn't give you a chance, do you think you would have a chance to be under Director Min Cai?"

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

"Heh, now you know that I'm your senior brother? Why, the wings are hardened, and you want to leave the studio and become an independent portal?"

"...I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Brother, in fact, we have always had conflicts about the art of movies, and we have different ideas."

"What kind of idea is inconsistent? I think you think I gave you less money. But don't forget, if I didn't give you a bite of food at that time, you might still take care of your mother behind the back of the usury. "

"I can't thank my senior brother enough for his help back then, but..."

"You are a traitor, an ungrateful traitor."

The two were arguing, their voices were very clear, which aroused the curiosity of several middle school students who were planning to go upstairs.

After all, this is their first exposure to the adult workplace.

"Speaking of which, Peng Gelie shouldn't be able to resign, right?" Nan Chuanyou inexplicably remembered that when he first met Li Baoen, he said that Peng Gelie belonged to a regular company.

"Ah." Although he has been familiar with Nanchuan Yu for a long time, Sawada Tsunayoshi is also a little bit confused by Nanchuan Yu's occasional thoughts.

"It's okay, it's okay." Nan Chuanyou lowered his voice, "It is said that many large domestic companies do not allow job-hopping and resignation. It seems that the loyalty requirements of enterprise employees are relatively high."

"Is that so? So, do big Japanese companies have such a requirement?" Hayato Gudera also joined the discussion curiously, "But Pengo Lie is definitely not allowed to leave, especially if they are in a high-level position, once they decide to leave Peng Lie Greg will issue a shoot-to-kill order."

"Large companies have such requirements, and some employees even work in the same company for generations." Takeshi Yamamoto replied, and then showed a simple and honest smile, "But I will inherit my father's sushi restaurant in the future, which also... It can be regarded as inheriting the family business."

After discussing for a while, several people planned to go back to their room to rest, but suddenly heard an exclamation.

"Ah! Brother, what are you doing?!"

"Heh, you're just proud of your skills. If you didn't have skills, you probably wouldn't be so arrogant in front of me."

The malice in that senior's words was undoubtedly evident, and several people tacitly stopped walking up the stairs at the same time, and rushed to the room where the conversation came from.