The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and seventy [Curaçao: Grabbed skirt by death] (?????)…

Curaçao: "..." Among this group of people with their own characteristics, why did Uzo choose such a person as his target. Could it be that he finds it more challenging?

Jiang Xia didn't seem to notice that there was a colleague secretly observing around him, and he continued his behavior as a righteous detective: "In fact, the best way to receive a threat letter is to seek help from the police."

When President Ishimoto heard this suggestion, he remained silent with a sullen face.

At this time, there needs to be a smoother. The female secretary explained: "The president rejects the police because of some things. And to be honest, it's just a threatening letter. Will the police really take it seriously?"

She shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid the police will investigate seriously only when something bad happens. But by then, it will be too late."

This is true, but Curacao still sighs with her innocence: "..." Isn't it the same for detectives, especially the bad-mouthed fake detective opposite you.

But the fake detective himself obviously didn't have this awareness, he actually sighed, as if he was also condemning the inefficiency of the police. Then Jiang Xia took over the entrustment without any pain in his conscience: "Leave it to me."

The female secretary and President Ishimoto felt relieved when they saw his reliable appearance.

Curaçao: "..." A person should not be judged by his appearance, but it is a pity that some naive clients will never learn such a simple truth...

Just as she was thinking, someone suddenly tugged on the hem of her clothes.

"?!"

Curaçao looked down suddenly, and saw a little boy in the first grade running to her lap at some point—she didn't realize when the boy came over at all.

Curaçao was a little startled by this elusive child at first, but then remembered that this seemed to be the child who always haunted Uzo and was very valued by Uzo.

The siren in her heart suddenly sounded like a sea tide.

But as a senior member, no matter what she was thinking, the expression on Curacao's face never changed much. She kept smiling: "What's the matter, little brother?"

Curaçao is pretending to be the staff at the banquet.

Conan's attention is all on the suspicious man standing in the corridor, and he hasn't noticed the big sister's problem yet. He points to the camera in Curacao's hand, and squeezes out the cute voice of a child: "You can take a picture for me." A photo?"

The banquet hall is not only suitable for exchanging business cards, some guests also want to take photos with those rare big people on weekdays.

In this kind of occasion, it is inconvenient for the guests to carry their own cameras, so the attendants at the venue always carry one with them, ready to help take pictures at any time.

Curaçao is holding a camera in his hand.

If she hears such a request from a child in normal times, she will only feel that the child is imitating an adult and playing innocently.

But at this time, Curacao looked at Conan, but felt that the child was wrapped with puppet threads full of conspiracy, and now, someone wanted to use Conan to wrap these threads on her body.

Curaçao: "..." He didn't even let such a young child go, Wu Zuo really didn't have a bottom line... Tsk, after all, what exactly does he want to do?

Curaçao's mind was full of thoughts, and he really wanted to stay away from this child, but he couldn't refuse this request without reason.

Taking a photo doesn't seem to be a problem, unless it happened that someone like Pisco shot the ceiling with a gun, and then the other party wanted to silence her... She tried her best to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course."

Conan immediately ran to the open space beside him, posed an ordinary scissors hand pose, and signaled her to take a photo.

Curaçao raised the camera to make sure that no one in the background of the shot was committing murder, and then hesitantly pulled the trigger.

The camera clicked and recorded Conan's innocent figure.

The background behind him happened to include the exit of the banquet hall. Among the countless celebrities, a young man wearing sunglasses reclined there, quietly watching everything in the hall.

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"I really don't have any enemies, because I haven't done anything to promote hatred!"

Beside, President Ishimoto was still concentrating on talking about his commission with Jiang Xia. The middle-aged man thought for a while and said rigorously: "However, a giant like me, even if he just lives in an ordinary way, may bring some troubles to some people." Huge repercussions...but it's never my problem! And it's not a reason for those people to send me threatening letters!"

Jiang Xia nodded and listened: "So that's the case, okay, I probably understand."

At this time, it was just the time for the commendation to start.

The lights in the hall went out, and the hall was dark. The host in a suit and leather shoes stepped onto the stage, and the stage lights were turned on from different directions, converging into a bright beam of light and enveloping him.

The only light source in this dimly lit hall immediately made all the guests focus on the host.

"The commendation meeting is about to begin." The host didn't stay here for too long, he quickly introduced the real center of this event, "Next, Mr. Masao Takada, a member of the House of Representatives, will give us a speech!"

The guests applauded for their dignity.

Amidst the warm atmosphere, a beam of light shot down from the lighting on the second floor and just shone on Senator Takada.

The originally mediocre, even ugly member of parliament, was set off by this light beam, and he had a stalwart aura out of thin air.

Aware of the admiring gazes around him, Senator Takada showed a smug smile. The handsome secretary separated the crowd for him, and he walked leisurely towards the stage like an emperor.

Mao Lilan looked at this scene ~IndoMTL.com~ a little surprised. She whispered to Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko in a low voice: "There are so many people, and the searchlight can find Representative Takada at once. If I were asked to find it, I'm afraid I'll have to look for it for a while."

It can't be blamed on her poor eyesight. After all, the participants of this banquet are mainly middle-aged men who are older and lack of exercise. Looking around, the hall is full of Mediterranean Sea, beer belly, and dark suits. Everyone looked like they were carved out of the same mold, and it was even more difficult to tell them apart when viewed diagonally from above.

Sonoko Suzuki understands this very well. She threw a cookie into her mouth, chewed and said, "In the past, the standing position will be determined in advance, but the technology has developed rapidly recently, so now the banquet hall usually has people who will be on stage immediately." The person who delivered the speech sent a positioning device, which can automatically focus the light when worn on the body, which is very convenient.”

Jiang Xia looked at Senator Takada walking through the crowd: "The light follows very smoothly, it seems that it is indeed the latter."

Following his gaze, Mao Lilan suddenly felt that the congressman walked through the crowd for a long time: "Why didn't he go directly to the stage, and insisted on walking around the crowd?"

(End of this chapter)

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