The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and eighty-one [drops, murderous stimulant machine]?(???????)…

"Huh?" Conan's eyes quickly fell on a long notebook.

Finding something interesting, he couldn't help but say loudly: "This is a checkbook, you actually carry this kind of thing with you, Uncle Edward, you are so rich - who is this money going to give to?" ? Could it be that you want to buy some film with handles of big people on it?"

Inspector Asaph: "!!"

Jiang Xia secretly stretched out her hand and touched Conan's hand in relief

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