The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and two [Uzo and cats are not good things]

I don't know if it's because it's too late, or because there's a murder case nearby and the tourists are all running to watch the excitement, but there aren't many customers in the store.

Aside from two bottles of wine, there were no other murderous people.

On the contrary, when Jiang Xia passed by Vodka, it seemed that he pressed some strange switch, and Vodka's murderous aura was absorbed, and suddenly became clean.

Jiang Xia: "..."

He couldn't help but glance over there quietly: Does this big **** have any opinion on him.

Vodka was sitting upright, not looking at him.

Jiang Xia didn't stay there either, he looked at the peaceful restaurant and sighed, feeling a little disappointed: without Conan and Hattori Heiji, there seems to be no extra money for this meal.

…

When you finish washing your hands in front of the sink and are drying them slowly.

The door behind Jiang Xia clicked, and someone walked in.

He stopped and looked up at the mirror. In the clean and tidy mirror, there are two men in black who don't look like good people.

Gin and vodka entered the bathroom and closed the door behind their hands. One went around the cubicle to make sure that no one else was there, and the other looked down at the detection device, but found no extra sources of eavesdropping signals.

Then they walked back to Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia looked at Vodka and put away the detection instrument, and was silent for a while: "... Are you tired every day?"

Pause, then looked at Gin again, as if suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I forgot, you seem to be very leisurely recently."

As soon as the words fell, the concentration of murderous aura in the surrounding air increased a bit as expected.

Gin Jiu looked at the culprit who caused him to be thought to be face-blind by the boss, and a blue vein appeared silently on the back of his hand, "You really did it on purpose?"

"It's been so long, you still remember it. You are too vengeful." Jiang Xia shook her head helplessly, and started to make nonsense, "I just wanted to enjoy the braised bourbon that day. Even if you didn't shoot, the elevator would It will still be bad, who knows that you can't tell the appearance of others-face blindness is sometimes a precursor to some serious diseases, and there is no harm in taking a break."

The corners of Qin Jiu's eyes twitched slightly, he was just too lazy to remember some insignificant people, and he wasn't really face blind.

Besides, Wu Zuo couldn't believe what he said: even if there were other ways to stop the elevator and seal off Bourbon's retreat, it must be. And "Gin Snipes the Elevator" is probably what Wu Zuo is really about - what Wu Zuo needs is not an assistant to murder Bourbon at all, but an excellent actor.

What kind of actor is the best? Of course, it is completely involved in the play-only when the director and the script exist, the most authentic performance can be carried out.

Qin Jiu: "..." At that time, Wu Zuo forcibly pulled him into his theater without realizing it, and became an actor who facilitated the final stage.

How dare you plot against him so blatantly...

There are many things that you can't look back on, and the more you think about it, the more you feel that your killing intent will skyrocket.

It's just that according to Gin's experience, every time he is in a bad mood, Wu Zuo is secretly happy.

Or to be precise, anyone who shows killing intent in front of Wuzuo will have a similar reaction... After all, the devil's stage probably needs the motivation of "killing intent" most.

Thinking of this, Qin Jiu calmed down a lot.

A moment later, seeing that Wu Zuo was really disappointed, he blandly turned off the topic.

He even started to give a date with a whip, and comforted him: "Don't turn over the old score. The 'adult' found that the work became busy without you, but he would become more aware of your importance and the missing tasks. He will come back in the future. What he is doing now is not beating, but he is really worried about your health—what a boss.”

Qin Jiu: "..." Although this sentence really doesn't go anywhere, it's probably just said to coax people, but it does sound a bit pleasing to the ear. It seems that Wu Zuo can speak human words occasionally, no wonder the group of wives are always obsessed with his little office.

It's really useless to turn over old accounts, Qin Jiu snorted coldly and remembered the business.

"What are you going to do about Qiancheng Piaotan?" To be on the safe side, Gin Jiu gave some information he knew, "In addition, a peripheral member in Osaka is missing. He, Qiancheng Piaotan, and you are The tour group to be killed is related to it—don’t kill everyone, remember to leave the guy who knows the key information.”

As he spoke, he thought of something again, picked up the cat that had crawled onto Vodka at some point, and threw it to Jiang Xia: "Your cat, take it with you."

Jiang Xia caught the dry rice cat, one person and one cat looked at each other for a moment, he thought for a while, then handed the cat back.

Then said sternly: "Let's put it on your side first, I'm too busy these days, and for 'Jiang Xia', this is not my cat, it's just a free-range street cat, there is no reason to always follow It's together—you can take it with you, it's easy to raise, you don't need to feed it or care about it, and it will take care of things by itself."

"..." Vodka was stunned for a moment, and then a murderous intent burst forth silently.

Ganfanmao's ears twitched, and he turned his head slightly, looking at him with round eyes, with a bit of salivation in his eyes.

Gin Jiu has no objection to this, although the cat is far from worry-free as Wu Zuo said, and its paws can't rest at all along the way. But it was Vodka who was worried anyway, and it had nothing to do with him.

Vodka is idle too. Thinking of this, Gin took the cat again, and under Vodka's complicated gaze, casually threw the cat into his hand.

The cat looked very happy.

Qin Jiu remembered just now, when Jiang Xia just said to let the cat follow them, the cat turned his head to look at the vodka matter, and felt that the cat seemed to understand Wu Zuo's instructions: "How did you tame it?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xia was taken aback for a moment, and it took two seconds for him to vaguely guess why Qin Jiu asked such a question—this person probably wanted to turn cats into labor force for the organization.

There is only one dry rice cat...

Jiang Xia poured cold water on the creative ideas of model workers ~IndoMTL.com~: "It depends on the cat, most cats do not have this talent. Out of so many cats, only this one was selected. "

Vodka didn't dare to fight the cat in front of Wu Zuo, so he could only listen in silently, humming coldly in his heart while listening: So many? This guy Wu Zuo not only harms people, but now it seems that even cats are not spared.

I don’t know what happened to those good cats who would rather die than submit. They may have been silenced by Wu Zuo and his terrifying subordinates. On the contrary, the cat in front of him who is in trouble with Wu Zuo seems to be doing very well...

Just as he was thinking, Wu Zuo Mao stepped on his head.

"..." Vodka's resolute face twitched slightly, his expression unchanged, but his murderous aura couldn't help gushing out.

…

The two men in black came and went, lightly and without leaving a trace.

Jiang Xia returned to her seat as if nothing had happened.