The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and ten [Gin is a relative of Uzo? 】

Ireland: "..." In any case, the current information about Wuzuo is seriously insufficient. Everything is uncertain for him.

But there is a clue that is clearly in front of us: the troupe that will board the plane tomorrow must be related to Wu Zuo's conspiracy.

Although the entire theater troupe is a bit like Wu Zuo's conspiracy, we can't avoid all opportunities to obtain information just because we are afraid of Wu Zuo. If so, sooner or later, due to lack of information, he would die in Wuzuo's trap without knowing anything and extremely aggrieved.

In comparison, it is better to take the initiative to attack——Since Wu Zuo likes to sell his flaws to others, he must be prepared to be exploited by others and kill him with one blow.

…

Tonight's theater is not a place that is completely open to the public. But for Ireland, which often sneaks into various dangerous places, the difficulty of entering here is no higher than going out to buy vegetables.

He quickly got a ticket nearby, paid the receptionist after entering, and quickly searched through the guest signature book.

And then actually found a very suspicious signature-the handwriting in that column is the same as the handwriting on the "war letter" that Ireland just received, and all the details indicate that it was written by the same person.

I don't know if it was written by Wu Zuo, or if he asked his subordinates to write it for him. But one thing is certain - the information left behind is indeed what Wu Zuo wanted to leave behind.

"Kurosawa left..."

Kurosawa?

Is Wu Zuo a relative of Gin?

This thought flashed in his mind, and was quickly dismissed by Ireland—that curly-haired man in black with sunglasses was nothing like gin.

And no matter how you look at it, as a cadre of the black organization, it is impossible for Wu Zuo to leave his real name on this occasion.

Ireland: "..." Wuzuo probably guessed that he was targeting him and Gin, so he used this to declare his position. Or maybe I just want to use this Gin's surname as a response to him...

There is no more information on the scrapbook. Ireland looked at Wu Zuo's front and rear signatures, memorized them casually, and then entered the hall without further delay at the door.

He took out the gauntlet, checked the handwriting on it, sneered, and walked quickly to the corner of the first floor.

…

The straight-line distance is more than ten meters away, in the performance hall.

Jiang Xia focused his vision on the ghost, and floated to the side of Ireland, observing the smoke factory. Looking at it, his eyes fell on the crumpled love letter, which had been ravaged a lot.

Jiang Xia: "..." He asked the ghost to write a love letter for a long time, but it turned into tatters in the blink of an eye. Such a waste of the efforts of a psychic is too much.

However, looking at it this way, Ireland probably already guessed who the "anonymous sender" was when she received the love letter.

Jiang Xia: "..." Well, think about it too. Perhaps Ireland subconsciously didn't think that any woman would like him, so he didn't think about "I'm being crushed" at all. Naturally, there was no follow-up heartbeat.

Moreover, the whereabouts of the cadres of the organization have always been kept secret, and everyone knows when and who they can contact, otherwise they will not live for too long. Excluding a circle in the limited interpersonal circle, it is not difficult to find the anonymous sender.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel a little worried: If this goes on, sending love letters to vodka to cheat... the plan of exchanging murderous spirit may not go well. I can only hope that Vodka is more confident, and I believe from the bottom of my heart that there will be a girl who has taken a fancy to him and will fall in love with him at first sight.

He was silently counting the sources of his murderous aura in his mind, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

It is the organization machine.

Jiang Xia stretched his legs by standing for a long time, changed the angle calmly, took out the phone and took a look.

You have received an email:

[Ireland appears in the lobby of the Cosmos Theatre. He watches the autograph book at the door for a moment, then goes to the security room. ]

“…”

Although the sender is not written, the address above is also garbled. However, looking at the complicated and lengthy honorifics in the sentence, it is not difficult to guess that the person who typed out this email is the younger brother who has just become loyal.

Jiang Xia: "..." Before this, he really didn't see that Chong Shisubaru actually had some potential to be a model worker—I don't know how many emails I sent him today. To report...too often, people don't want to talk to him.

However, thinking about Chongsha Subaru's murderous taste, and that wonderful event physique, plus the useful identity bound to Akai Shuichi... Jiang Xia quickly lost all grudges against this younger brother who suddenly became hardworking.

He knew that Subaru Oki was also hiding in this building, and this engineering graduate student seemed bored and hacked into the surveillance system here. At present, the monitoring places in this building are all under his surveillance.

This habit is not bad. Although it was completely useless this time because of Ireland's obvious murderous aura, it might be useful in the future.

So Jiang Xia typed the reply patiently, praised this annoying little brother, and put away the phone again.

…

Ireland got a security suit, and after putting it on, she glanced at the mirror.

The hair protruding from the sideburns is no longer the dazzling golden color, but has been dyed dark brown by him long ago. The hat on top of his head has a wide brim, just covering his characteristic eyebrows.

Ireland took out another box of makeup powder and applied it skillfully on his face. After a while, his unusually obvious features gradually faded. Mixed among a group of Caucasian security guards, he finally became less conspicuous.

Before he came, he had already checked it out. Today, there are two security companies who are in charge of the cooperation, and they are not very familiar with each other, which gave him a little chance.

He took out the rubber explosion-proof stick and pinned it to his waist, adjusted his belt, and walked out the door with a natural expression.

…

Ask the staff to inquire~IndoMTL.com~Ireland received a very shocking news.

"Kudo Shinichi? Is he here to help catch the Phantom Thief?"

"Yes." A chatty crew assistant saw this fellow security guard and chatted with him:

"You may not know it in the UK. Although Kudo Shinichi is a little outdated now, not long ago, he was also a very famous high school detective. I am also his fan!"

"It's just that he has been missing since then, so some media speculated wildly, saying that he met a murderer during the investigation and unfortunately died. Hmph, what nonsense, he is still alive and well...?" the little assistant said. Then, she suddenly saw a terrifying smile on the person in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ireland slightly adjusted the muscles on his face, calmly eased some expressions, "I'm just a little surprised, the current media actually arranges a young and promising high school student like this for the sake of traffic. Disgusting."