Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 79 Anonymous She’s Not Dead

  Amuro Toru is a vest spirit with many vests and can switch seamlessly between various identities. As long as he wants to be talkative, he can be very talkative.

   He quickly got into the atmosphere.

   Actually, at the beginning, Toru Amuro didn’t plan to go with two high school girls and one elementary school student.

   But just now, as soon as Jiang Xia saw these three people, he turned around as if he couldn’t walk, and couldn’t even shout… An Shitou went downstairs with Jiang Xia before, and it was a bit deliberate to separate at this time. If there are suspicious people in this restaurant, there may be a risk of suspicion.

   So Toru Amuro had no choice but to follow and comfort himself, it is also a good strategy to have more people to cover.

   In addition, Anshitou was actually a little curious – Jiang Xia’s attitude towards these people was obviously very unusual. To be honest, the moment Jiang Xia stopped when he went downstairs just now, An Shitou felt that his eyes were looking like he was trying to catch a traitor.

   However, after following Jiang Xia’s line of sight, Anshitou felt that he had made a mistake again. Sitting at this table are obviously two girls and a negligible elementary school student.

   When Amuro Toru was getting close to his classmates, Jiang Xia looked at the homestay and focused on the waiter.

   There is no black-skinned tough guy in it.

   Jiang Xia looked at Maurilan and Suzuki Sonoko again. Both of them were wearing yukatas today, as if they had just returned from the festival. In addition, Suzuki Sonoko has a camera on hand.

  …However, these elements are very familiar, as if they were the configuration in a certain murder case.

   And if it was really that case, Sonoko Suzuki should have been targeted by a serial killer by now.

   – After the killer was dumped by his ex-girlfriend, he hated all the women who had dyed their hair and liked to dress up.

   He will try his best to get close to the target, lead people to secluded places, and then use a knife to dig out all the internal organs of the woman.

  Tonight, the murderer had just killed a person, and he would immediately focus on Suzuki Sonoko, because Suzuki Sonoko happened to pass by the place of the murder on his way back from the festival.

   After all kinds of coincidences, the killer thought Suzuki Sonoko took a photo of himself when he committed the murder.

It stands to reason that at that time, in the wilderness, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the murderer was armed with a murder weapon. In the face of two weak girls who might have photographed his criminal evidence, as well as a primary school student, he should arrogantly rushed over to achieve three kills, and then robbed the evidence. go.

   However, out of some intuition, the murderer finally crouched in the grass without moving, and watched the three go away.

   He silently took down the face of the girl who took the photo, and guessed from Suzuki Sonoko’s unchanging pace that she just took a random photo and didn’t realize what she was photographing.

  So the killer decided to follow them, find where they lived, and then waited for an opportunity to **** the film from the camera, and launched a series of deadly persecutions against Suzuki Sonoko.

   It stands to reason that there should be a hero here to save the beauty.

   But Jiang Xia looked around and couldn’t see the shadow of the hero.

   Jiang Xia silently retracted his gaze.

   Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the murderer is a scumbag, and it is not difficult to solve.

  Compared to this, Jiang Xia wanted to see the murderer earlier—thinking about the number of people he killed and the things he was hanging on, it should be very comfortable to knock on.

   Jiang Xia thought about the ghost hunting plan, and the ordered meal was quickly served.

   While eating, Jiang Xia asked An Shitou in a low voice.

   Seeing that he had no objection, Jiang Xia raised his head and invited the three classmates: “Do you want to go to the nearby pottery classroom tomorrow? The client of the office gave you an experience ticket, and the number of people is not limited.”

   Of course the other three would not refuse.

  Maolilan was even a little happy: “It just so happens that I’m going to see someone in a few days, and I haven’t figured out what gift to pick. Now that I think about it, the handmade pottery should be very good.”

  Conan’s ears moved, and he asked alertly, “Who are you seeing?”

  Maori Lan originally wanted to see her mother—her mother is currently separated from Maori Kogoro, and the mother and daughter will go out to get together every once in a while.

   However, before speaking, Mao Lilan suddenly realized that Conan was just a child without a door.

  If you tell him about this, he might turn around and tell Maori Kogoro, which is easy to get angry with Maori Kogoro.

   So Mao Lilan thought about it, swallowed the words again, and tapped Conan’s head lightly: “Children, don’t ask about adults.”

  Suzuki Sonoko nodded as well. After a day of today, her civilianization strategy has begun to bear fruit—the effect is that it has no effect at all.

  Whether it was on the train when I came, the festival just now, or even when I was sitting here ordering food… One of the boys passing by was one, and they were all looking at Maorilan.

The only exception    is probably Jiangxia.

   However, Jiang Xia has no reference value, because according to Suzuki Sonoko’s observation, Jiang Xia has always looked at each of them equally, and even Conan has his eyes.

  Suzuki Sonoko sighed softly. Anyway, if you can’t catch a wild handsome guy, why don’t you follow Jiang Xia to the pottery classroom.

  Speaking of which, Jiang Xia’s boss is actually quite good. Sure enough, handsome guys tend to appear in clusters…

  …

   It’s a little late today, so they made an appointment to see each other the next morning and went back to their respective rooms.

   In the middle of the night, Toru Amuro went to Kikuemon’s house to investigate, without Jiang Xia.

   Before leaving, he calmly said that if there is an emergency, Jiang Xia can call the police.

   In fact, there are not many members of the organization who report to the police in case of accidents. Many official members have certain identities in the society, and usually pay attention to doing bad things without leaving evidence.

   For them, the police are useful tools, so Anshitou is not worried that he will always urge Jiang Xia to call the police, which will expose his identity as a police officer.

   Jiang Xia watched An Shitou leave the room, and then watched him climb over the wall.

   When Anshitou could no longer see this side, Jiang Xia left the window and was about to sleep. He reminded the ghosts to wake him up before Anshitou came back, pretending that he had been watching the wind seriously.

  In the eyes of the members of the organization, there is probably a mysterious person who is deliberately trying to eavesdrop on the secrets of the organization in Kikuemon’s house.

   However, in Jiang Xia’s eyes, the “pottery for eavesdropping” in the conference room of the organization was probably just made by the pottery maker and wanted to use it as a murder prop, but it was accidentally sold by others.

  The Kikuemon family doesn’t have a dog, and they don’t even hire a security guard. Not to mention sneaking in, Amuro just wanted to walk sideways inside, and there was no problem at all, so when Jiang Xia released his teammates’ pigeons, his conscience didn’t hurt at all.

  …

When   Amuro came back, he found nothing. We can only hope for the next investigation.

  The pottery classroom only opened in the afternoon. At noon the next day, the five people had eaten and left the homestay.

   During this time, Jiang Xia finally found the person he was looking for. The killer was wearing a floral shirt, dressed as a playboy, and was wandering nearby.

   From Jiang Xia’s point of view, he is very recognizable – this person has four shikigami on his legs, and even if he is thrown into the crowd, he is like a beacon in the dark night, firmly attracting Jiang Xia’s attention.

  Murderer—that is, Masahiko Dori, who originally planned to approach Sonoko Suzuki with a handsome man. Because last night, he had heard Sonoko Suzuki complain that no one approached her.

  However, he never imagined that he didn’t watch it all night, and the target was born out of nowhere, and there were two more at a time.

   Dori Masahiko secretly observed for a while, and was unwilling and frustrated to find that the handsome man’s plan might not be effective against Suzuki Sonoko, unless she prefers the decadent uncle…

   But even so, you have to find a way to get the film as soon as possible. Otherwise, once Suzuki Sonoko gets the film out, he won’t be able to hide his murder.

   Soon, Dori Masahiko saw Suzuki Sonoko and her companions leaving the hotel.

   He gritted his teeth and wanted to walk over, find an excuse to accompany him temporarily, and then wait for an opportunity to steal the camera.

   However, before that, Dori Masahiko was suddenly startled.

   A dozen meters away, the five people walking together stopped.

  —A woman in a black dress came out of the shadows under the porch and stopped in front of them.

  …

  Suzuki Sonoko has never seen Anonymous and doesn’t know her.

   Amuro Toru felt that the person in the way was familiar, but he was not quite sure.

  Maurilan and Conan looked at the people in front of them, startled.

It’s still the familiar black long gauze skirt, the sun hat with the wide brim, the pale skin that doesn’t look like a human, and the cold and silent aura, but now, when the two see her again, they feel the same. It was completely different then.

  —Before, cool white skin would only make people feel anonymous and don’t like the sun.

   But now, when the name “Anonymous” popped up in their minds, Mao Lilan and Conan both wondered whether she was a living person or a wraith.

   After all, Anonymous took a bag of bombs under the watchful eyes of so many people, jumped off the Shinkansen, and died heroically with the bombs.

  Mao Lilan’s eyes widened, she felt that at this moment, she should thank the anonymous person who saved the whole car and saved her life.

   But her fear of ghosts made her tremble again and again on the edge of her soul leaving her body. In the end, Mao Lilan could only bow in a non-standard manner, and reluctantly expressed her gratitude with her actions.

  Anonymous nodded slightly in response.

   Then she held on to the brim of her hat, revealing a pair of dark eyes, and looked at Suzuki Sonoko with a clear goal: “Hello.”

   (end of this chapter)