The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and ninety-two [Vodka of Compassion and Mercy]


Thinking about it, the Otaki Police Department couldn't help but look at Takashi Mogi, guessing what kind of background this person has, or if he is actually just a backer.

Before he observed anything, he was suddenly taken aback.

——Mogi Takashi looked at the diary blankly, and after a while, big tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

"She, she actually trusts me so much." The young man raised his hand to wipe away his tears, sobbing in the blink of an eye, "It's all my fault, I should spend more time with her. I never thought she would forgive someone like me." ..."

"..." Several people looked at him with complicated expressions, some believed and some did not.

Otaki Police Department asked the little policeman to drive Fayue Dema into the car, while looking at Takashi Mogi, he tentatively said: "Okay, I'll talk about this later, and make a record first." Or do you turn yourself in by the way?

However, in the next second, Takashi Mogi cried and shook his head: "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, and I really don't have time. I'll definitely go there when I'm free."

With that, he bowed politely, turned around and left from the other side.

Sonoko Suzuki obviously didn't believe Takashi Mogi's performance just now, and stared at his back with pouted lips, muttering angrily: "Can't you just catch this kind of liar?"

The Otaki police department sighed, not very optimistic about this in their hearts, but they couldn't say it directly, so they had to say: "Don't worry, we are already searching - money will not disappear out of thin air, follow the search Go on, and the scammer will definitely be brought to justice."

Fa Yuedema stared at the man's back, gritted his teeth: almost! It would be nice if we killed this guy first. I didn't expect to kill only one accomplice, but let the mastermind who killed Mitsuko escape... No, you can't be angry, you have to forgive, forgive like Mitsuko...

Takashi Mogi walked away from the police seemingly calmly, and quickly walked through the exit on the other side.

When he reached the deserted street, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sneered: Damn old woman, she actually said "forgive him" in a high position, as if her forgiveness was very important. Oh, it's just a spiritual victory method of self-impression.

Speaking of which, Takashi Mogi thought expectantly: In addition to these two recent entries, he can almost mention "that matter" to the president.

When Takashi Mogi cheated at the beginning, he was always worried, worried that he would be caught if he was exposed one day.

However, after getting acquainted with my wife's president, I don't have so many worries—my wife's president seems to know some people who are good at money laundering. Although the commission is very high, it is much safer than other methods. In short, it must be faster than normal work to get money.

Takashi Mogi has always wanted to hook up with those who can handle black money, because this way, there will be one less my wife and president to make money from it.

Now that he has finally "passed the assessment of those people", my wife and the president promised to let him chat with those people, but now, my wife and the president have been unable to get in touch.

"This guy, he must have regretted it." Takashi Mogi cursed in a low voice.

A moment later, he suddenly remembered something, and murmured in his heart: Wait, judging from what the old man said just now, he seems to have killed someone.

Under the bridge, yellow hair...

Could it be that "colleague" from the housekeeping company had an accident?

What about my wife, the president? ?

With a flash of inspiration, Takashi Mogi entered the name of my wife's president on the phone, and hit the confirmation button.

The interface is refreshed, and a page of news pops up, all about the murder case. The place where the crime happened was not under the bridge as he had imagined, but a sushi restaurant. Through the transparent glass door, you can see in the photo that my wife, the president, is lying on her back on the ground, motionless, dead.

"..." Mogi Takashi made an inexplicable "thump" in his heart.

He was dazed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and immediately typed the names of the two colleagues.

This time, before pressing search, there was a light click in front of him.

Takashi Mogi suddenly raised his head, and found a black car in front of him at some point. The back door of the black car was wide open, like a huge mouth waiting for prey.

He felt that something was wrong, and wanted to leave this empty and deserted street quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a person head-on.

The man was taller than him by two heads, with a broad and square jaw, a burly figure, and his muscles were as hard as iron plates. Takashi Mogi bumped into it and bounced back, clutching his sore nose and trying to curse, but the burly man in black put his arms around his shoulders like two brothers, pushed him into the car forcefully, and followed him in.

The door clicks shut.

The person in the front driver's seat exhales, casts a sombre glance at them, and hits the accelerator.

The vehicle started silently, drove away from the street, and passed by the police car heading to the police station.

Takashi Mogi was stunned, he felt something bad intuitively, and wanted to struggle. But seeing the police car close at hand, he didn't dare to make too much noise.

When he was struggling, he found that the big man in black next to him was holding a mobile phone, comparing the information on it, and looking at him sullenly - even through the sunglasses, he could see that the expression of the man in black was so unexpected There is a bit of sympathy, like seeing off the predecessors, or like a rabbit dying and a fox mourning.

"..." Takashi Mogi was frightened by his strange appearance, and couldn't help but move away, "What, what do you want to do!?"

Vodka glanced at him and sighed silently.

He picked up the detector and scanned it, but found no transmitter or bug on Takashi Mogi.

So he straightened his face again, and said in a business-like way: "That's right, big brother, that's him, the last person in the housekeeping company my wife Ruzo - Takashi Mogi. He is not yet a peripheral member~IndoMTL.com~ but my wife Ruzo He was preparing to develop him, so he passed his account financially. In addition, it was precisely because an elderly man he defrauded committed suicide, and he did not dispose of that person's diary in time, which attracted police investigation and relevant people revenge."

Of course, the most unlucky thing is that Wu Zuo discovered this, so this group of people was targeted by Wu Zuo...

"A three-person team was ruined by such a waste... Heh, it can be seen that the three people are not much better. It's better to die early, so as not to throw it to the executive department to silence them later." Qin Jiu said coldly. He glanced at Takashi Mogi in the rearview mirror, "It's such a simple matter to raise funds, but I chose fraud, the most unsightly high-risk operation, and I can't do it well. They deserve to be cleaned up."

"..." Mogi Takashi caught his gaze and froze in place for an instant: What organization? What group? What silence? ...He, he doesn't know anything! ! He hasn't even joined this ghost thing yet, so why kill him!

But before the hysterical rebuttal came out, Gin Jiu's phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden movement, like a basin of cold water pouring on Takashi Mogi's head, frightened him back from his brewing rebuttal.


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