The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand five hundred and eighty-four [Uzo is actually myself? 】

The doubts in Conan's heart grew wildly. He kept recalling the walking speed of his group, the reason why he fell behind, the route of the suspicious passerby who was almost smashed, and the timing when he noticed the buffers piled up in front of the store. , and the trajectory of the unknown murderer...

The variables are stacked one on top of the other, so many are dazzling. And this is just a single incident, if you add the previous smashing incident...

Countless clues were tangled in Conan's mind. He felt the wind blowing across the roof of the building, and a layer of cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead: Based on all the circumstances, it seems that this kind of manipulation is not impossible, but there are huge unexpected factors in every link. It is unimaginably difficult to accurately achieve the current goal.

In fact, compared to "manipulated", in Conan's reasoning, these incidents are more like pure accidental superposition.

However, these "accidents" are unbelievably coincidental, as if behind them, there is really a hand that moves events at will.

And if this series of eucalyptus is really man-made...

Conan took a deep breath slowly, and clenched his fists: I have been in contact with the organization for so long before, and I have "encountered" so many dangerous people who bombed cars, buildings and bridges, and I am not afraid. But now, he faintly felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart—this mysterious new cadre actually had an elusive, invincible feeling, and an invincible feeling.

But fear is not the same as fear. Soon, Conan gradually felt excited again: "..." You can't admit defeat so early!

——Even if such a cadre who can manipulate events at will really exists... Mystery and fear come from the unknown. tells!

Thinking about it, Conan suddenly shivered, feeling like he was being watched by something.

Conan raised his head and scanned the surroundings vigilantly, but he didn't find any peeping eyes.

He thought for a moment, and felt that he understood: he was in the light, and "the lord" behind the woman in black was in the dark. At this time, all my thoughts and speculations may be under the control of "that lord".

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"That must be a guy who is very confident and plays with human thoughts as toys. He deliberately exposed his existence in front of me, maybe because he thinks things are too boring, and he wants to find someone who can compete with him in terms of brain power opponent."

Conan muttered, secretly cheering himself up in his heart: "I'm obviously at a disadvantage now, but it doesn't mean I have no chance. The most terrifying opponent is the one I can't perceive, and now, at least I know There is such a person—even if there is only a trace of clues, I will definitely catch it, and then find out the **** hiding behind the scenes and hand it over to the law!"

…

When the first-grade elementary school students make fists against themselves.

Besides, high school student detectives and police officers are still harmoniously communicating about the situation in front of them.

Sheriff Anna received some new news about the person who fell from the building: "There is news from the hospital, the bag is small... small... er, I mean the person who fell from the building with a hard-to-pronounce name, after being diagnosed and treated by the doctor , he woke up from his lethargy, and he was able to answer some simple questions.

"But when we asked about falling from the building, he said that he was drunk and couldn't remember how he fell. As for Qiu Jia, he said that he was a loser in all aspects of life, and he didn't even dare to quarrel with others At most, he would just sit in a corner and drink a bit of wine, so he never had an enmity with anyone. Unless someone unilaterally disliked him, but in that case, he would have no clue."

After Sergeant Anna finished reading the news, she also sighed: "Perhaps he was just unlucky to meet some random killer, alas, this kind of random selection of victims is the hardest thing to crack... not bad He at least told us where he drank. It’s not long since the time has passed, I’ll ask someone to go to the store and ask, maybe there will be something.”

"Let's go down first, there seems to be no more clues here." Before Jiang Xia left, she stood by the railing and glanced down casually.

Although the case this time was dangerous, no one was killed after all. After the police collected the evidence, the police car downstairs quickly drove away, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. The pedestrians on the street became scattered again and returned to their previous appearance.

Jiang Xia glanced at various pedestrians, and finally stopped at the two people who were talking. Soon, he looked away, turned and went downstairs.

…

"Haha, look! It's here, I remember it very clearly."

Downstairs, Xiao Song, who was almost killed just now, looked down at the street, and quickly found the place where he was almost smashed. He pointed to the street and showed his friend: "Although I didn't see the situation above my head at the time, I heard from other passers-by and the police that I was almost crushed into a meatloaf!"

When my friend heard him talking about life-related matters in a cheerful tone, he didn't know whether to laugh or not, so he shrugged his shoulders with a half-smile: "Okay, okay, I know you are unlucky." Already."

"Mr. Xiaosong is very optimistic." Jiang Xia turned the corner and joined their conversation smoothly.

Jun Xiaosong raised his head following the sound, saw Jiang Xia, and laughed warmly: "Oh, it's you! I heard that the ball you kicked saved my life, haha, thank you so much."

Hearing their conversation, Conan came back to his senses. His eyes passed over Xiao Songjun, who didn't look like a member of the organization, and fell on the friend next to him: "Brother Xiao Song, who is this?"

Jun Komatsu didn't see who kicked the ball before, and he didn't know that Conan was his savior.

But he didn't ignore Conan's problem because he was a child, so he quickly patted his friend ~IndoMTL.com~ and introduced enthusiastically:

"His name is Xuegu Dajie, he is my friend and a winner in life who is completely opposite to me."

Xuegu Dajie smiled and shook his head: "Okay, don't just talk about me, let's talk about how to count the life-saving grace between you - I have something to do, so I will go first."

Maybe he really has something to do, or maybe he doesn't want to get involved with strangers, so he didn't talk much and left soon.

Jiang Xia looked at his friend's back, and when they walked away, he turned his head and asked Xiao Songjun: "Did you make an appointment with your friend to meet here?"

Xiao Songjun waved his hand: "He just happened to be here for something. He just heard that there was a lot of commotion here, so he came to have a look. Haha, he must not have thought that one of the protagonists who caused the commotion was me."

Speaking of this friend, Xiao Songjun seemed to be very proud, and he talked endlessly: "Xuegu's father is the chairman of a company, but he is not a second generation who lies down and gnaws on the old. Great, he can do everything well, and he is very confident-I heard that he has never encountered any setbacks in his life...It's really enviable.”