The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and sixty-nine [threat letter]

Although the matter of killing the councilor was urgent, it was not so urgent that he had to assassinate him immediately when the banquet was over.

Curaçao's visit this time was actually a preview: she didn't intend to do anything illegal at this banquet, and she also had a complete set of fake identities that could withstand verification. The police will not pose a threat to her. As for the others, Curacao believed in her own skills. If someone wanted to harm her, it would not be difficult for her to escape in time to avoid death.

If Wu Zuo is hostile to her, this incident is just a good time to prepare myself, it can be regarded as a rehearsal for future hostility.

It is best if there is no hostility.

But think about Ireland and Bourbon...well, let's forget about Ireland first, that guy is Uzo who took the initiative to find him. But Bourbon didn't do anything, and was targeted for no reason. In case Uzo also stares at her like this, she must at least find a way to deal with it in advance.

Curaçao: "..." Speaking of which, what is the situation of the middle-aged man opposite Uzo?

Her thoughts returned to the scene.

Curacao glanced at the beer-bellied man in front of Jiang Xia from the corner of his eye, flashing a series of information about him in his mind, secretly guessing Uzuo's plan and possible methods.

——Could it be that Uzo wants President Ishimoto to kill someone, and then hide the head in a beer belly to pass the test?

No, although Wu Zuo had such a bad taste, she has read the information of all the participants in this banquet. At least judging from the physical examination, President Ishimoto's beer belly is genuine and cannot be stuffed with other things.

So what does Uzo want to do to him?

Curaçao wanted to observe his assassination target, that is, the congressman. At the same time, he couldn't divert his attention from Jiang Xia. It wasn't long before the banquet started, and she was already a little tired.

Curaçao: "..." Don't be distracted at this time, anyway, you don't need to kill the congressman at the banquet, why don't you focus on Uzo first?

After establishing a new direction of observation, she finally rearranged her thoughts and continued her observation that she didn't know if it was useful.

…

Next to Jiang Xia.

Of course President Ishimoto didn't pull out anything strange from his stomach.

He gestured to the secretary behind him, and the secretary immediately understood. She looked down at her wallet and took out an unsigned letter from it.

"That's right." The female secretary handed the letter to Jiang Xia, "Not long ago, our president received a threatening letter."

This letter is a little more professional than the letter that Tamanosuke Ito used to defraud members of the group last night. It is not handwritten, but printed.

Unfold the letter paper, and you will see two lines of big characters written on it:

[You have no value in this world

I will definitely kill you. ]

There is no extortion of money, and no other demands, just such a simple sentence, it looks like an imminent vendetta.

Suzuki Sonoko subconsciously read the letter while reading it.

Hearing her words, Curacao lowered his eyes: These clients really don't have a long memory. How many of them are still alive after asking Uzo to solve the threatening letter? Either die or go in.

It seems that Uzo's goal this time is probably President Ishimoto.

…

Conan was also reading letters at first, but whether it was Jiang Xia, Mori Kogoro, or even himself before he became smaller, he had seen too many threatening letters.

So while listening to the secretary's words, he couldn't help being distracted, and intuitively turned his head to look at a tall man not far away.

The man was talking to a well-groomed middle-aged man in a tailored suit and a high-end watch.

The middle-aged man also seemed to be a pampered boss, but at this time he kept bowing and nodding to the tall man who was younger than him, very obsequious.

Although the tall man was smiling and looked very polite, he nodded and bowed calmly when facing the other party, and he didn't make any gestures to return the courtesy. He was obviously used to being flattered like this.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xia actually paid close attention to his movements, and glanced down at him while reading the letter.

Conan pointed over there quietly: "I was wondering what that person does, he seems to have a high status."

Conan is playing the Sherlock Holmes guessing game of "knowing the occupation of the other person at the first meeting", but it is a pity that not all types of jobs can recognize the identity at a glance, so you need to take a few more glances.

He gradually had an answer in his heart. But at this time, Jiang Xia took a look at the tall man, and then the correct answer was blurred on Conan's face: "Oh, that, that's Councilor Takata's secretary, we met before."

Conan: "..."

...The next time you think about a problem, bring Jiang Xia into it, he is a dog!

He silently took out the soundproof earplugs.

But after thinking about it, I've guessed it all, and it's useless to wear this thing again. Conan silently put the earplugs back on.

The tall man under their observation, or the congressman's secretary, was taking out his wallet from his inner pocket at this time, intending to exchange business cards with the middle-aged man opposite him, but he accidentally took out a lighter from his pocket.

He squatted down to pick up the dropped things, and then continued to hand over the business card.

The congressman's secretary had a good conversation with the middle-aged man, but Conan had completely lost interest in him.

"Thinking about it better, I have already guessed that it is a politician's secretary, but I haven't had time to say it." Conan comforted himself in his heart, and soon, he began to look for the next observation and guess. Goal, "As long as I don't play tricks and tell the identity of the other party as soon as I guess it, I will not lose!"

Thinking of this, Conan turned his eyes away and landed on the corridor next to the venue.

There, a young man wearing a pair of brown glasses was leaning against the entrance of the passage, silently observing everyone in the hall.

Regardless of his age, glasses, or demeanor, this person is completely out of tune with the other guests busy socializing in the banquet hall~IndoMTL.com~ Conan couldn't help frowning when he saw it.

This time, Jiang Xia just glanced over there, and didn't bother the pupils' guessing game anymore.

After all, there are still customers waiting on the opposite side, so you can't wait for them for too long.

Jiang Xia then casually said: "May I ask, do you have any enemies recently?"

President Ishimoto shook his head: "Not at all! That's why I feel baffled."

Curaçao quietly listening in: "..." Oh, everyone who has been vendetta will say that.

However...

She quickly ran through the president's information in her mind like reading a picture book, and then frowned slightly suspiciously: Although this president Shiben has a fleshy face and dark skin, he doesn't look like a good person look. But compared to other people in the banquet hall, he really didn't offend people very much, and he was barely doing business well.

(End of this chapter)

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