The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and forty-seven [campus festival preparations]

Jiang Xia was startled, but immediately became interested. He really forgot that Didan Middle School will hold a campus festival recently. In fact, he seldom counts the days specially.

"Then let's go to the school to see." Like a normal student, Jiang Xia began to yearn for the campus festival, "I hope everything goes well on the road."

Conan couldn't help but glanced at him: It's just for school, why do you pray in this tone like learning from the heavens.

Jiang Xia didn't see his gaze, and was still thinking about the situation during the campus festival: In addition to the high school students of this school, there will be many graduates or people from other schools participating that day. Those are all adults, presumably their mentality and their respective experiences will be very interesting.

And in the past few days, although it is not the time for the festival to start, some people must have gathered in the school one after another. Maybe this time in the past, we can develop a new breed of murderous aura.

……

When Jiang Xia was planning to enjoy his long-lost campus life.

In a secluded bedroom.

The TV was on, and Maya Hashimoto sat on the sofa boredly, browsing the reports on it.

What is playing on the screen at this time is a murder that just happened. The plot is quite tortuous. It is about two old partners who have known each other for many years.

The surrounding members who were guarding him were also watching, and hissed with emotion after watching, "We are not afraid of strange enemies, but I am most afraid of this kind of confidant and old friend who suddenly backstabs - the more you know the opponent's weakness , the easier it is to succeed in plotting. Alas, the trust between people."

When Hashimoto Maya heard the word "confidant", the tips of his ears twitched: Speaking of his partner, it seemed that he hadn't seen Mr. Ireland for a while, and he didn't know if he was still alive.

Thinking of Ireland, Hashimoto Maya couldn't help sighing: Although he knew that helping his boss to block guns was a routine operation in the organization, but when he remembered that he was thrown up by the excited crowd at the airport, Mr. Ireland could stand in the distance Watching leisurely, he still inevitably felt a little complicated.

But after all, they have been confidantes for a long time, and the two have not been in touch for the past few days, nor have they received any missions from Ireland, so Maya Hashimoto is not used to it.

Hashimoto Maya: "..." Speaking of which, I happened to be isolated from the outside world and escaped unharmed because of being quarantined by the organization, but Mr. Ireland was not so lucky. He should be being watched by the Uzuo now. Let's go.

And if he was quickly reviewed and sent back, then he would undoubtedly have to face that terrifying cadre with Mr. Ireland again.

Maya Hashimoto remembered the experience of being chased and hacked by the **** of death on the plane before, and a trace of cold sweat slipped down: "..." Thinking about it carefully, this sudden house arrest is actually quite good. Otherwise, if you go out by yourself, you don't know how many troubles will happen.

Next to it, the guard who was watching TV noticed a glint of sight.

He turned his head in doubt, and saw Maya Hashimoto was not watching TV, but was looking at him, with a lot of gratitude hidden in his straight eyes.

Guard: "...?" How many days has it been closed? And I haven't been very harsh on this guy during this time, why did I start Stockholm?

...it's weird.

The guard had goosebumps all over his body, and silently looked away.

……

On the other side, Ireland, who was being talked about by his confidants, was also watching the same news at this time.

His dark eyes were fixed on the TV screen, and he frowned and remembered something. Soon, Ireland called Curacao: "The speculation I sent you not long ago..."

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Curacao didn't want to get involved in this matter at all, and interrupted him: "I don't mind asking for your feedback on the report 'Bourbon is an undercover agent', but you've heard that wolves are coming Is it a story? I keep accumulating mistakes in normal times, and at critical moments, my superiors doubt their abilities. This is actually the cause of death for many cadres.”

Ireland didn't bother to care about whether Bourbon was an undercover agent. He did have a little suspicion before, but after soaking in the water with Bourbon for a long time at noon, this idea has long since faded away.

He said bluntly: "I suspect that Wu Zuo was behind the explosion."

Curaçao sighed silently: "Mr. Langmu has already given a response on this point. He told me that I need to obtain definite evidence before I can deal with it.

"However, compared to Wu Zuo's behavior, he seems to be more concerned about why you and Bourbon suddenly have an intersection. You have not had any overlapping tasks recently. You'd better explain this when you have time."

Ireland: "..." There is no need to explain this, it must be for the purpose of uniting against Wuzuo. That guy Bourbon is based in Tokyo, and he is a well-informed intelligence dealer. More importantly, I heard that he has been tricked by Wu Zuo many times.

According to Bourbon's usual ability, such a person must have important information about Wu Zuo in his hands, so he was looking for him.

...But saying this ~IndoMTL.com~ no matter who is at fault, it sounds like an active infighting. It is impossible for him to report this reason directly.

Ireland fell silent for a moment.

"In addition, next time you have this matter, you can directly submit it to your superior, such as 'that sir'." Curacao, as a confidential secretary, obviously also has football skills:

"Don't always leave Wuzuo's affairs to me, I'm not your screening machine. And I'm too busy to deal with that elusive cadre—you can report it yourself. But I want to remind you , Recently, you are still in the review period, and the organization has not restricted your behavior, which does not mean that you have obtained complete freedom."

The phone hangs up.

Ireland looked at the phone, his face gradually turned ugly.

On the side of "that lord", even if it was because of Pisco's matter, he couldn't be biased towards himself, so he found Rum through Curacao.

Ireland: "..." But now, what about Rum? Doesn't this guy think that Wu Zuo has gone too far? The airport in Hokkaido exploded as soon as it exploded, and there was no way to stay far away. But in Tokyo, Wu Zuo actually wanted to blow up something, so no one sanctioned him!

Just as he was wondering, Ireland suddenly remembered Rum's hobby of collecting capable men and strangers as his subordinates.

He couldn't help but punched the back of the sofa: "..." Wu Zuo's annoying character is actually quite acceptable in the upper class. Don't those superiors want to beat him twice because he is too difficult to control?

Or is it that Wu Zuo is not as arrogant as he treats himself when he treats other people?

...The cunning **** looks like a lawless outlaw, but in fact, he may have two faces!