The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and ninety [Don’t be afraid, I’m here]

Gin: "..." What's more, now, Wu Zuo clearly said that he and vodka should receive the target.

If I turn the task to another member of Osaka, and that person happens to be a waste, Uzo will face the risk of being exposed... This will not only lose a promising cadre, but also Let the boss put all this account on his gin's head.

In the end, Gin Jiu made a decision: anyway, idleness is idleness, why not follow the "stage" given by Wu Zuo and go to see the excitement.

Watching Uzo tease those stupid cops who not only don't know anything but show Uzo adoring eyes is barely entertaining.

…

"Fa Yue...Fa Yue..."

Several high school students ran all the way back to Camellia Park, looking for a watch nearby.

Soon, Suzuki Sonoko stopped in front of a single building, looked closely at the small wooden sign with "Fayue" engraved next to the door, and waved to the others: "It's this one!"

Knocked on the door, but no one answered, Fayue Dema seemed to have gone out.

Jiang Xia gave a "huh" and lowered her head to poke Conan.

Conan: "..."

As a first-year brat who won’t be held accountable for breaking into a private house, Conan sighed and took out the lockpicker consciously with a tool.

However, before he could perform the lockpicking technique he learned in Hawaii, the impatient Hattori Heiji twisted the doorknob, and was startled: "The door is not locked."

"Maybe I was too anxious to go out, or I didn't plan to lock it at all." Jiang Xia looked into the room through the crack of the door, "Some old people are really not used to locking the door during the day."

The structure of the house is simple. When you look in from the gate, you can see the living room without hindrance.

Fayue Dema's room is very tidy, with very few things. There is a TV in the corner of the living room, a wooden cabinet, and only an old wooden table.

There is a thick notebook on the small table. The cover of the notebook is elegant, the pages are fluffy, and it looks like it has been used for many years.

Conan was looking at the situation in the room when he was poked again on the shoulder.

"..." He walked into the room silently, and went straight to the small table and the notebook on it.

Several other high school students followed behind him and walked in "in order to catch the brat who broke into the house".

The heavy notebook was picked up and opened.

On the spread page, a few lines of elegant fonts were exposed.

This is actually a diary.

And judging from the signature on the cover, it doesn't belong to Fayue Dema, but belongs to the old lady who committed suicide after being cheated, Mitsuko Shibata.

"Mr. Fayue's bicycle is parked at the door, and his wallet and cards are also on the shoe cabinet in the entrance." Jiang Xia walked around and walked back, "He may have gone to a place not far away."

Looking at the contents of the diary, Conan always felt a little heavy: "Go and find it, I always have a bad feeling."

…

Two kilometers away, another corner of Camellia Town.

Takashi Mogi turned on the phone, glanced at the newly received email, and followed the address above to find it, feeling very good.

——Became an old man with "forgetful friends" with him, saying that there is something important to tell him tonight, and let him go to the address on the mail on time.

According to Takashi Mogi's experience, it must be that the No. 2 old lady was moved by the bankruptcy story he made up and planned to take out all her savings to make him "make a comeback". So tonight, I invite him to some high-end restaurant for dinner, as the starting point of his "counterattack" career, creating a sense of ritual to reshape his life.

Takashi Mogi: "..." What a group of naive old guys, they are so easy to deceive at a lot of age.

Thinking about the eagerness of the other party, he couldn't help but get goosebumps—if those old ladies hadn't saved a lot of money, he wouldn't be too lazy to face those rough old faces every day, pretending to be a good-natured young man .

Thinking of this, Takashi Mogi took a deep breath, tried to adjust his state, and showed patience. Go where you want to go.

…

The destination will be reached soon.

At this time, it was approaching evening, the sky was already a bit gloomy, and the light was very bad.

Takashi Mogi turned the corner triumphantly, raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings, and gradually felt that something was wrong.

——This is not the same as the "proper meeting place" he imagined.

On the contrary, it is a remote open space, which looks like a stagnant construction site.

How did "..." make an appointment in such a place?

Looking around with some doubts, at this moment, Takashi Mogi suddenly heard slight footsteps behind him.

After all, he is not a serious person, and Takashi Mogi's vigilance has always been okay. He turned his head sharply, and suddenly saw a figure holding a crutch high and smashing it down at him.

"?!" He dodged in a panic, stumbled and rolled to the ground, and could only scramble back while shouting, "Wait, stop! What are you doing?!"

Fa Yuedema saw that the blow was missed, he cursed in his heart, stepped forward quickly, and swung down another stick hard.

At this time, a black hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed him. Hattori Heiji persuaded: "Don't do this, killing people won't solve the problem!"

The crutch that Fayue Dema swung with all his strength also slammed into a swinging stick with a clang.

Takashi Mogi sat slumped on the ground, watching all this in bewilderment.

It wasn't until Fazuki Dema was pulled away by Hattori Heiji and a female high school student that he finally recovered and understood the situation.

——Surely this old man knew about his defrauding Shibata Mitsuko and wanted revenge! Shibata Mitsuko mentioned Fayue Dema when chatting with him before.

Takashi Mogi looked at Fayue Dema, and when he thought that he was almost hit by this old thing on the top of his head, he felt a killing intent in his heart.

The next moment, the enthusiastic detective with the stick turned around without warning, and looked down at him.

"!" Takashi Mogi immediately suppressed his resentful expression ~IndoMTL.com~ showing a little panic, "Thank you... I was scared to death just now, I didn't expect this old gentleman to suddenly hit someone. "

The young Tokyo detective gave a low laugh, stretched out his hand to support him, patted the dirt on his body with a swing stick, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we are here."

Looking at this confused detective who was deceived by his few words, Takashi Mogi sneered in his heart.

But still made a look of fear on the face, and nodded. Then, as if very moved, he shook Jiang Xia's hand vigorously: "Then I'll leave it to you!"

"Yeah." Jiang Xia glanced at the hand he had just dropped on the ground. After turning around, he took out the wet towel and wiped it secretly.

At the gate of the construction site, a siren sounded at some point.

Otaki Police Department led people to arrive.

—Although he still has doubts about whether Fayue Dema is the murderer of the "murder under the bridge". But just now Hattori Heiji asked him to come, and it happened that there were no new murders, so he had no choice but to bring someone here.