The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and forty-one [Irish heritage] (〃?〃)

On the plane, Mu Shuli yawned, unbuckled his seat belt, and planned to wash his face to wake up.

But at this time, a person suddenly came in the aisle, and squatted beside her: "You are Miss Mu Shuli, I have watched your episodes, and I am a loyal fan of yours—can you sign me a copy?" Name?"

"..." Mu Shuli frowned impatiently, she was most annoyed by ordinary fans who asked for autographs and group photos, took up her time and could not bring her any benefits. The sentence "No, don't bother me" has reached his lips.

But before he opened his mouth, Mu Shuli took a glance from the corner of his eye and found that the person who came to ask for an autograph seemed to be of mixed race. Mu Shuli's tone of refusal softened a bit: "I didn't bring a signature board, next time."

"It's okay, I brought it." Hashimoto Maya had been prepared for a long time, and with a backhand, he took out the blank signature pad he had prepared before.

Mu Shuli: "..." Tsk.

She took the board and suddenly remembered: "I didn't bring a pen."

Hashimoto Maya was taken aback. There was a raised ring next to the signature pad, and he thought he had a signature pen there. But now, after a closer look, it turns out that the merchants are not so conscientious. It was just a pen holder, and he needed to prepare the pen himself.

Just thinking about where to get a pen, at this moment, the make-up artist in Mu Shuli came over suddenly. The make-up artist was seated relatively close to them, and had already heard the commotion here.

The makeup artist obediently handed Mu Shuli a signature pen: "Use this."

Mu Shuli sneered: "You are really considerate." When you get back, you will find an excuse to deduct your performance.

She impatiently wrote her name on the autograph book. Seeing this, Maya Hashimoto took the opportunity to ask: "May I ask why you took this flight?"

Mu Shuli's patience was completely exhausted, she finished writing casually, threw the board back, and chased people away: "Okay, don't bother me anymore when you get your signature—since you are going to Japan by plane , then it is best to learn this culture of not disturbing celebrities first, otherwise it will only make people feel that you have never seen the world."

“…”

Hashimoto Maya was a little confused by the scolding, and a little angry. Although it is not enough to kill people because of this, but he is a member of the organization after all, and the basic form of his anger is to politely show some murderous intentions.

Beside Mu Shuli, a sleeping detective squirmed undetectably, with his face turned slightly to one side.

Hashimoto Maya was startled by this slight movement and came back to her senses. He caught the signed edition that was thrown over, apologized, and retreated humbly.

After walking a few steps, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but look back at Mu Shuli, feeling worried.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." In a hundred people, you would never meet a guy who speaks so badly. But now, as soon as I got in touch with Wu Zuo, I met him immediately, and I secretly wanted to kill him... The timing is too coincidental! It's hard not to suspect that this is Wuzuo's conspiracy!

Fortunately, I was prepared. I would not kill people at will, but now that I know that Wuzuo is setting up a net nearby, I will not - those few basic rules for dealing with Wuzuo are still useful, after all, I am not Wuzuo's main target, as long as I pay attention to restraint, Not a big problem.

Hashimoto Maya quickly took her seat and quickly reduced her sense of presence.

The first few rows, at an angle he couldn't see.

The sleeping detective opened his eyes at some point.

Jiang Xia turned her head and glanced at Maya Hashimoto's direction through the seat.

Jiang Xia: "..." Ireland's own murderous aura doesn't smell very good, but his little brother's taste is actually not bad - it seems to taste like iced black tea.

Although it tastes a little less sugary and a little astringent, it will be normal if mixed with the sweet murderous taste. It is refreshing and relieves greasiness.

And this cup of iced black tea looks very interesting: the murderous aura is quickly produced, and then the murderous aura falls off inexplicably, and it can be picked up directly. There is no need for a psychic to knock or pinch, and the production is fully automatic-although the fun of picking is a little less, but who doesn't like the high-end murderous spirit given away for free.

Jiang Xia: "..." I don't know if I can discuss with Ireland and ask this little brother to come over and use it for myself. Anyway, it would be a waste to stay in Ireland, it is better to bloom the greatest value under the hands of a psychic.

...It's a pity that Ireland may not let him go. From the current point of view, he trusts this little brother very much. In other words, the new little brother must have Ireland's handle in his hands, and Ireland will never let him fall into Wuzuo's hands anyway.

But it's not a big problem. Since Ireland has started to pay attention to Conan, he probably won't live for too long. When he is gone, the younger brother will naturally become an inheritance and be redistributed. When the time comes to ask the boss to come over, the matter will be resolved.

Jiang Xia stretched her waist, and decided to find more things that she doesn't need and throw them to the boss, so that when she asks the boss to return gifts, she can be more confident.

…

Hashimoto Maya sat on the seat, his back feeling cold for a while.

He couldn't help but grab the blanket that had been wrapped up to his chin, and pulled it up again, with a bad feeling in his heart: "..." No way, it's not really because of walking in the corridor. After a while, he must have been watched by Wu Zuo.

Wu Zuo will not kill people directly, but he can invisibly manipulate some murderers for his own use.

Even if you can't guard against Wuzuo, at least you must guard against those murderers...

Thinking of this, Hashimoto Maya began to review his behavior just now, thinking about who might be offended by this.

Soon, combined with some recent homicide reports, he vaguely had an idea: "Could it be that there are fanatic fans of Mu Shuli on this plane, and my act of asking for an autograph angered that hidden idiot? "

…it is possible. Probably!

Thinking of this, Maya Hashimoto no longer feels drowsy: Although it is difficult for ordinary people to deal with him, if the method is right and he is asleep to plot against him, it is not impossible~IndoMTL.com~ In his mind, he was rehearsing various actions to prevent the assassination, while secretly thinking about who this "idiot" was most likely to be.

Soon, Hashimoto Maya thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the old lover who kissed the back of Mu Shuli's hand just now from the gap in the seat.

…

Kidd was wearing a disguise, and was obediently sitting on his seat, distracted, when suddenly he was stared at secretly.

Kaito Kuroba: "..."

He pretended not to notice the stares from ahead, but he couldn't help becoming alert: What are you looking at? Such a hostile gaze... Could it be that this guy found out that he is Kaitou Kidd?

Kaito Kuroba actually had some impression of the half-breed guy in the front row.

He ran into Ireland and Hashimoto Maya in the restaurant before, and then found that Hashimoto Maya actually had a parachute in his bag-this is obviously not something that an ordinary passenger should prepare.