Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 81 Anonymous Suspected Fraud

   But fortunately, although the two detectives had some objections, the girls obviously didn’t think much about it, but they were more convinced of the anonymous words.

  Suzuki Sonoko was especially terrified-whether it was the anonymous “ghost” or the “newly discovered corpse” in the passers-by, they were all women with dyed hair, she…she also dyed her hair!

   She’s still young, she hasn’t gotten the handsome guys she wants… She doesn’t want to die!

  Suzuki Sonoko looked at Anonymous in fear, and suddenly thought, since Anonymous took the initiative to bring this up, she might have a way to solve it.

  Suzuki Sonoko asked carefully: “Then you… do you have any suggestions?”

  Anonymous nodded lightly: “Of course, I’m here to save you.” As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, “Can you give me the camera?”

“okay!”

  Suzuki Sonoko didn’t think much of it, she took off the camera hanging around her neck and put it in Anonymous’s hands.

   Jiang Xia was very satisfied with her obedient persuasion.

  Anonymous lowered the brim of his hat again and said softly, “Go play, don’t go near the beach.”

   Then she straightened her skirt and left with the camera.

   The whole set of movements is very natural and very confident, as if saving people should be such a process.

   Waiting for her to walk more than ten meters away, several other people came back to their senses one after another.

   “…that.” Amuro jumped out of the corner of his eyes and looked at Suzuki Sonoko, “Don’t you think she looks like a magic stick who came to deceive your camera?”

  Suzuki Sonoko clasped her hands in front of her chest and said with tears in her eyes, “I believe her!” It doesn’t matter whether the camera is a camera or not, she doesn’t want to be pulled into the wilderness and stabbed with a knife!

  Amuro sighed deeply in his heart.

  The existence of such naive citizens may be one of the reasons why they work so hard…

  …

   As a certified psychic, Jiang Xia’s puppet manipulation skills are of course certified.

   He can manipulate the puppet from the air just like playing with a marionette, or he can directly attach to the puppet.

   However, since the puppet has not yet been upgraded, it is difficult to control both at the same time, so when Jiang Xia is possessed by the puppet, his body will be very silent.

   But fortunately, everyone else’s attention is currently on Anonymous, and no one bothers the main body.

The    pottery classroom is very close to the homestay.

  Jiang Xia drove the puppet to find a beach recliner before the main body left the field of vision, and lay flat on the phone.

   Then his consciousness temporarily returned to his body, and he entered the pottery classroom with the others, found a stool and sat down, and continued to doze off and hang up.

  Maolilan and Suzuki Sonoko are very considerate and won’t disturb him. As for Amuro… From Shanni Temple, Jiang Xia has always slept like this along the way, Amuro should be used to it.

   Jiang Xia placed the main body and returned to the puppet again.

   Just now, the killer should have seen the scene where Anonymous took Suzuki Sonoko’s camera.

  Compared with the five people walking together, one person is obviously better to deal with, and the murderer will not let go of this “wonderful opportunity” to take away the evidence.

   Jiang Xia just lay down on the sun lounger for a while when she felt a shadow fall in front of her eyes.

  Anonymous pushed the brim of his hat, raised his head, and saw a man in a floral shirt walking over.

   Dori Masahiko winked at her and sent a warm invitation: “Hello, are you free now? I know a good restaurant. Would you like to try it together? I’ll treat you.”

   The person on the reclining chair looked at him, and sat up on the armrest, the skirt swept across the sand, making a small noise.

   Soon, Dori Masahiko heard her kindly and happily say, “Okay.”

When    got close, Daoli Masahiko realized that she was still a very beautiful woman.

……Very good.

   Damn beautiful women!

   Especially this kind of **** who easily agrees to a stranger’s invitation.

   Dori Masahiko let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart, and the scene of slashing the belly of the person in front of him appeared in his mind.

   But on the surface, as a senior murderer who has killed four people, he calmly restrained the expression that should not have appeared, turned to the side very gentlemanly, and began to lead the way.

  …

   Dori Masahiko chose a mountain road to the seaside restaurant.

  People feel safe in familiar places, and so do murderers. Daoli Masahiko once killed a person nearby and has a lot of affection for this place.

   On the way, he used reasons such as “the environment there is better” and “I know a very beautiful scenic spot” to lead Anonymous to the deep mountains.

   After walking a long way, after confirming that the screaming here would not attract others, Dori Masahiko no longer controlled his expression.

   He pulled out the knife in his pocket and turned around with a grin.

   was then hit **** the head with a stick.

The    wooden stick rolled down with the sound of the wind, and at the moment when it hit, a golden flower seemed to explode in front of Dori Masahiko’s eyes. With a shake of his hand, the knife fell with a bang.

Dori Masahiko covered his head, and took two steps back in horror and confusion. In the blurred vision, he saw that “the weak woman in black dress” weighed the wooden stick just picked up in his hand, and was using a suppressed feeling. Surprised eyes stared at him.

   Dori Masahiko touched his head full of blood, and then looked at the smile on Anonymous’s face, as if being splashed head-on by a basin of ice water.

  …how did it become like this?

  Is something wrong?

  The script is not like this! Obviously it should be the other way around…

boom!

  Anonymous walked up to him with a skirt, raised his hand, and dropped another stick.

  …

   The shikigami on Dori Masahiko’s leg is extremely stubborn.

   Daoli Masahiko has been beaten into a pig’s head, Jiang Xia can hardly find a good place to start, but the shikigami still show no signs of letting go.

   However, some murderous aura was shot down – Dori Masahiko’s murderous aura against the anonymous.

   The quality is not high, but it is barely usable.

  Although there are gains, it is impossible not to shikigami.

   Jiang Xia weighed the stick in his hand and slowed down the speed of the beating a little, so that Masahiko Dori had the strength to scream in pain, which might seem more relieved.

   Daoli Masahiko is, after all, a dignified eight-footed man who is more durable. When he was a little empty, he wiped away the blood that had dripped from his eyes and ran away.

Just now, of course, he also tried to resist, but he was forced to give up before he persisted for a few seconds – he had no hope of winning at all, the opponent’s strength and reaction speed were not like that of a thin woman, and they were even tyrannical. like humans.

   Once this impression appeared, when Dori Masahiko looked at Anonymous again, she suddenly felt that her faint smile was like the makeup that the mortuary had painted on the face of the corpse, unchanged, with a slight air-conditioning that did not belong to a living person.

   For a moment, Dori Masahiko suspected that those who had killed him gathered together, turned into a female ghost, and came to him for revenge.

   Just thinking of this, a voice suddenly floated behind him: “Don’t run, I won’t hit you anymore.”

   Dori Masahiko’s heart tightened, and he snorted, a woman’s mouth, a deceitful ghost, it would be strange for him to believe it.

   But that sentence was too attractive to him. Dori Masahiko couldn’t help but look back with a little hope.

   Seeing Anonymous throw away the wooden stick, he smiled harmlessly at him.

   Dori Masahiko stopped hesitantly, he looked at the weapon on the ground, and at the anonymous name, he almost cried with joy, and he confirmed again and again in disbelief: “Is it really not going to fight?”

   “Of course.” The woman nodded.

   There was a **** and deep incision in her abdomen, followed by another, another… Her skin and internal organs kept rolling outwards, squirming and expanding, like a wide open **** mouth.

   Dori Masahiko screamed in his throat and his scalp was numb. The previous murder scene and the **** scene at this time were constantly overlapping in front of his eyes, which seemed to confirm his conjecture just now.

   In extreme panic, Anonymous continued what he just said quietly: “If you accidentally break it, you won’t be able to slice it properly.”

  The deep forest was silent for a few seconds.

   Then suddenly a scream like a torn throat exploded.

   Dori Masahiko panicked and ran wildly, his huge desire to survive made him burst into a very high speed. The mountain wind whistled in his ears, and the blood on the top of his head flowed down his eyes, blurring his vision. In the scarlet red, he vaguely heard a friendly reminder from behind: “Don’t run around, the mountains are very dangerous.”

   Dori Masahiko Li ignored him and strode forward.

   Then suddenly his feet were empty.

   (end of this chapter)