The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and seventy-two【You can’t see me】(???`?)?

Wait for Jiang Xia to leave completely from the monitoring screen.

In front of the computer screen at the other end, Vodka let out a silent sigh of relief, and then put down the cup he was holding firmly in his hand.

Vodka: "..." Uzo, this guy, can read his thoughts from such a distance?

No, it's not possible. No matter how you look at it, it is a coincidence. It should be that Wu Zuo noticed the surveillance system installed in the room, so he looked up.

In short, the Suzuki Consortium family has a big business, and it is normal to be targeted by thieves and secretly pretend to monitor... If Uzo asks at that time, he will say that everything has nothing to do with them, and Uzo's vengeance should not be attributed to him .

Thinking about it, Vodka suddenly said "Huh?", and felt that the mirror seemed to be a little foggy.

But blinked and looked carefully, but there was no change.

Vodka: "..." Maybe I used my eyes too much. He shook his head secretly, relaxed, switched the monitoring screen on the ship, and planned to change the camera to continue monitoring.

…

Out of sight that vodka can't see.

On board, corridor.

Fog Tiangou flapped its wings and flew to the top of the corridor, holding the camera and looking left and right, comparing the difference between the nail and the surveillance camera in his heart.

The other ghosts floated a little slower, and Matsuda took a few beats before approaching. After a few careful glances, he nodded reassuringly, and confirmed: "It's a pinhole camera." It can be so hidden, and the technological evolution is really rapid.

Although Xiaobai didn't understand, he nodded his head in a decent manner.

After the trial of the three ghosts, it was confirmed—someone was indeed secretly filming on the boat.

So...

[Who installed it? Who do you want to shoot? ]

Miss Spider adjusted the bamboo hat on her head and skillfully placed bets at the opening.

Jiang Xia listened to the muttering of the ghosts for a while, and pulled Noah out of the tattoo space.

…

"Someone secretly took pictures?"

Noah is still busy building its virtual world. He heard that someone on board installed a surveillance camera. It bounced to the top of the corridor, took a hard look at the camera, studied for a while, and then quickly bounced back to Jiangxia.

After that, Noah stretched out his short hand and slapped Jiang Xia's phone screen.

Soon, a complex plan was formed, which was the approximate shape of the ship. There are some bright red dots marked on the map.

Noah proudly akimbo: "This is where the other cameras are located."

"Not bad." Jiang Xia kept a distance from the others and praised the ghost. After that, although he already had some guesses in his heart, he still asked one more question, "Who pretended?"

Noah paused for a moment, a slight fluorescence appeared in his body.

After a while, it touched its transparent jelly-like chin thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice, "I can't see the situation over there. But judging from the style of the firewall, it should be the organization's computer .”

Jiang Xia was silent for a while: "..." Is gin and vodka a bit too free recently? Go to work when you have time, always staring at what he, a well-behaved detective, is doing.

But after thinking about it, these days, I don't have to go out late at night and encounter the source of murderous aura, but be followed by the source of murderous aura, and I can do whatever I want. Less... Well, we are all colleagues after all, since you want to follow, then let them follow. At worst, work harder, and dismantle the camera in my room when I go back.

Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, when you disassemble the camera, remember to greet it with vodka from the air. I hope that my colleagues can also give feedback on what he wants by then.

Jiang Xia left in a good mood.

…

A group of people soon came to the deck.

At this time, the weather is calm, the sun is setting, and the water surface and the sky are a warm orange scene.

Several tables were set up on the deck with wine and other beverages. Several other guests had been sitting here for a while.

Jiang Xia and the others also joined in, pulled out the stool and sat down.

Pu Si Qinglan had just bent over and sat down, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of light, dazzling like a jewel.

She was immediately attracted to the sight, turned around and saw the photographer.

——A necklace was hanging on the photographer's neck at this time, and the necklace pendant was an ancient ring.

Pusi Qinglan's eyes were glued to it, and she blurted out: "Mr. Hanchuan, this ring on your necklace..."

The others were startled, and followed suit, and saw the unique pendant.

Conan pushed his glasses in doubt, and whispered: "Did he have this thing on his neck before?"

Jiang Xia shook her head: "No."

Conan looked even more confused, vaguely feeling a little disobedient: "...why did he suddenly dress up." Could it be that the photographer took a fancy to a lady on the boat and wanted to make himself more handsome? But the photographer has a very bad attitude towards everyone. He must be playing the elementary school trick of "bullying you if you treat me well".

Thinking of this, and remembering the photographer's evaluation of Mao Lilan just now, Conan took a sip of the juice, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this guy was not pleasing to the eye.

…

The photographer did not notice the resentment from the elementary school students at all.

He looked at Pusi Qinglan and said triumphantly, "As expected of a researcher of the Romanov dynasty, he discovered this treasure at a glance—do you want to see it?"

"Of course!" Pusi Qinglan stood up excitedly.

She took the ring from the photographer and examined it carefully against the sunlight.

The ring seems to be made of silver, with exquisite reliefs on the surface, and luxurious gemstones inlaid between the silver leaves. On the inside of the ring, several Russian letters are engraved.

"Maria..." Pusi Qinglan read the word in a low voice, with greed flashing across her eyes. She quickly recovered her emotions and looked at the photographer excitedly, "Could this be the ring of Maria, the third daughter of Nicholas II?!"

"If you expert say so, then it is indeed ~IndoMTL.com~ The photographer took the ring from her hand.

Pusi Qinglan reluctantly let go of her hand, her heart was burning with desire, and comforted herself: Although the ring has left her now, she will be able to appreciate it right away——tonight, she will get this rings.

Moreover, there should not be only one such cultural relic. Treasures sometimes appear in piles...

Thinking of this, Pusi Qinglan eagerly asked the photographer: "Where did you find it?"

The photographer ignored him, as if he came on deck just to show off the ring.

Now that Pusi Qinglan has proved the value of the ring, he laughed twice, and walked towards the cabin, apparently intending to go back to the cabin to rest.

Suzuki Sonoko asked Pusi Qinglan curiously: "Is that genuine?"

...It feels more beautiful than the egg in her house, and I don't know if the photographer is willing to sell it—it's not that she wants to play with it, but she thinks it is very suitable for display in the Modern Art Museum. Of course, before putting it in, it can be used for her to appraise it for a few days.