The Corpse Collector In Conan: Two thousand one hundred and eight [Curaçao doesn’t want to act]

It happened to be a cloudy day at the moment, the forest was extremely dark, and there were many dead branches and leaves piled on the ground.

Curaçao took some time to find the lost shoes among the dead leaves: "...Why did they fall so far?"

Recalling what happened just now, she vaguely remembered that after someone stepped on her shoes, she took advantage of the chaos and kicked her shoes away.

Thinking of this, Curaçao suddenly felt bad: Is all this a bit deliberate?

Is that guy Uzo in her

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