The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and eighty-nine [Russian undercover · Gin]

Seeing its enthusiastic look, Kidd instantly felt a lot more balanced.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he put the cat on his shoulder and stood up again. For a moment, he had a good illusion that among the many owners, he was the real owner of the cat.

Just as he was thinking, the cat stretched out its round paws cooperatively towards him.

Kidd raised his hand in a friendly way.

The next moment, he felt that the little magic power in his body had gone down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Kidd: "...?"

...It turns out that this cat looks so friendly, just to get close to his magic power? !

The corner of his eye twitched, feeling that he had been cheated of his feelings.

But after thinking about it, after all, it's just a cat, and it's normal to have a little self-control. It's just following the instinct of being a monster... Kidd took a deep breath, barely maintaining his calm expression.

…

Conan looked at the scene where one person and one cat "get along well" and was a little surprised: "This cat has also been to the house of the Shiratori Police Department?"

"White Bird Police Department" shook his head, hugged the cat into his arms, patted it hard, and decided to take advantage of the fog and the dog didn't see it, and return all the cost of the squeezed magic power: "I met it when I was performing official duties. , it helped me a little."

The dry rice cat was stunned, and waved its paw to hit his hand.

Jiang Xia glanced at it: Don't forget the business.

“…”

The dry rice cat silently retracted its outstretched front paws.

Then the moment the "White Bird Police Department" was slack, it bowed abruptly, kicked on his hand, and when he let go, Gudong landed and ran to the side of Mao Lilan again.

Mo Lilan hugged the cat and cast a condemning look at the "Shiratori Police Department".

Conan and the "Shiratori Police Department" have other discoveries.

The two were stunned, staring at the place where the cat landed just now: "The movement is wrong... there is a hole underneath!"

Jiang Xia seems to have the same opinion.

He leaned closer to the floor, thought for a moment, and grabbed a hair of Conan next to him.

Conan's head hurts, and his thoughts are interrupted: "...Huh??"

Before he could ask a question, Jiang Xia was already pinching her hair and getting close to the ground.

When passing through the ground seam, the hair trembled slightly.

"Sure enough, there is wind here." Jiang Xia put her hair back in Conan's hand, and returned the loan, "Under this floor, there may be a passage leading to the ground."

Conan's attention was immediately attracted: "There must be a mechanism nearby!"

As he spoke, he didn't care about his hair any more, and concentrated on searching for abnormalities nearby, trying to open the door leading to the underground.

Beside, the "White Bird Police Department" watched all this silently, couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his head, feeling a little phantom pain: "..." This guy Jiang Xia is really not a pure detective. It was so smooth, he was also very skilled in beating people with a stick before. The police must have chosen to ignore this because they saw him solve the case quickly... Alas, stupid police.

But now is not the time to think about these things. The most important thing right now is the "memory egg".

"White Bird Police Department" pointed to the wooden floor near the wall: "There seems to be a sunken gap where the wall is attached."

Jiang Xia turned his head to look, reached out and knocked there, then clasped the gap, and lifted it tentatively.

The floor was lifted, revealing a palm-sized combination disk underneath. It looked like a calculator, but with more buttons, and there were no numbers written on it.

Seeing that the "White Bird Police Department" finally made a discovery, his eyes lit up: "This is printed with Russian letters. Enter the correct password to open the door leading to the underground!"

"Russian." Jiang Xia stood up and made way for the Russian ambassador. At least on the surface, there is only one person who is proficient in Russian here.

The ambassador also immediately understood that it was time for him to play.

He put down his backpack and walked over, stared at the password disk curiously, and then asked in confusion: "What is the password?"

The art dealer excitedly said: "Since the entrance happens to be in that craftsman's office, what is hidden below must be his masterpiece 'Egg of Memories' - Memories! Try 'memories' in Russian! "

The ambassador nodded, and pressed the letters on the combination disk while reading: "Вocпomnhahnr."

Jiang Xia: "..." It's so long.

After pressing a long series of letters, everyone looked at the combination disk expectantly.

However, one second, two seconds... many seconds passed, and there was no response there.

"...It seems not." The ambassador sighed, thought for a moment, and tried the name of the producer "Kisaka Kiichi" again.

Still nothing.

Jiang Xia turned to look at Kasaka Natsumi and her deacon, trying to hint: "Do you have any impression of the organization here?"

The old and the young shook their heads in unison.

Suzuki Sonoko received the hint by accident: "That's right! I remember that when I was on the boat before, Miss Natsumi once mentioned a strange sentence, ba...ba...ba... why do you buy meat..."

Kazaka Natsumi was reminded by her, and belatedly remembered: "It's 'Baluchoni Kukatome'."

"Is this Russian?" The ambassador scratched his forehead, gradually becoming suspicious of his native language, "Why can't I understand?"

Kasaka Natsumi smiled embarrassingly: "I don't know much Russian. This is a word I inadvertently remembered when I was a child. It has been many years since now, and it may be a little different from what I heard at the time—" —Is there no similar-sounding word in Russian?”

Jiang Xia stepped back and looked at a few Russian-speaking people discussing.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate and received a new email.

Looking down, Jiang Xia found that the people in the room were not the only ones who were concentrating on solving the riddle—there was actually a student who was listening through the wall and sent the answer:

[ВoЛwe Бhnkkoh ЦАВekА, also known as the 'Magician at the End of the Century', after calculating the time, it happened to correspond with her great-grandfather~IndoMTL.com~ Jiang Xia silently glanced at the wall.

When they came down just now, gin and vodka happened to be strolling nearby, and now they may have seen everyone staying in this room for too long, so these two people followed to the next door in arrogance.

But next door is the knight's room. A group of people have been taken for a walk by the butler just now, and they will not go back in a short time. Even if we go back, there are dark statues of knights everywhere, and the two men in black are mixed in, which is still easy to hide.

It seems that the sanity of the two colleagues is still online, so don't worry about them being too messy.

Jiang Xia didn't care where the two of them were anymore, and just responded to the message at will:

[You know Russian? You are not an undercover agent sent by Russia, are you? ]

Pressed send, waited for more than ten seconds, but did not receive a reply from Gin Jiu.

But next door, the murderous smell of wine suddenly became stronger—someone seemed to think that "undercover" was a curse word.