Corpse collector in Conan

Unlike the two Uzo minions, one large and one small, the two female high school students next to them understood this kind of collecting behavior very well: "I see! You really have a sense of ritual."

Conan walked quietly between them, separating Mao Lilan and James.

Then he looked up at James, planning to take advantage of this rare opportunity to ask the next question - such as the last time he saw this old man being taken away by the police in the magic hall.

But before he could speak, the experienced FBI took a preemptive strike. He touched Conan's head hard, making the talkative primary school student dizzy: "I remember! You are the kid who is always on the news with Jiang Xia. No wonder you are watching. You look familiar, you are just as cool as Baker Street! Speaking of which, I was born on Baker Street too.”

Seeing that Conan was about to recover, James said again: "It's fate that we met, why don't I treat you to a meal!"

...While eating, Akai may be able to set up a trap and catch Maya Hashimoto while he is alone to get some clues.

This impromptu plan flashed through his mind, and he smiled: "I know an Italian restaurant that's very delicious!"

"!" Suzuki Sonoko was planning to find a place to have lunch. When she heard this, she said happily, "Thank you very much."

James thought about the suitable capture terrain: "It's a little far there, you have to drive there - I'll bring my rental car over, you guys wait here."

As he said that, he turned and left, walked through the alley, and went to the parking lot facing the street.

After leaving the sight of Uzuo's minions, he took out his mobile phone and quickly sent an email to Shuichi Akai, explaining the current situation.

While James was staring intently at the phone screen.

Behind him, a dark figure poked its head from the corner of the alley, looked at his back, and slowly grinned with a sneer.

…

Entering the parking lot, James put away his phone and stuffed a few coins into the automatic meter.

The interceptor device under the tire was lowered.

James opened the car door and was about to get in when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He was startled, turned around, and saw two middle-aged men wearing coats and square faces behind him.

One of them took out his ID and pointed to the car in front of him: "We are the police. Is this car yours?"

James didn't know why: "Yes."

The policeman frowned and said, "This is a stolen car."

"Stolen car?" James quickly explained, "To be honest, I actually rented this car."

This is true - funds have become increasingly tight recently, and Judy's sports car that was washed away by water is still vivid in her mind. James knew that he might be targeted by Uzo during this trip, so how could he dare to pay for a new car.

So he picked a relatively cheap car to rent, but now... this is actually a stolen car?

Another police officer said: "A week ago, the car owner reported to us that this car was missing - where did you rent it? Please tell us your name, address, and contact information..."

As he spoke, he simply said: "Forget it, there is a lot of information to register, let's go back to the police station. Come with us, the police car is over there."

James followed his pointer and saw a parked police car behind the building.

He touched his chin and felt like he smelled a hint of a trap. However, under the eager gazes of the two policemen, he hesitated for a moment, and finally followed their directions and walked towards the police car.

Pulling open the car door and getting into the car, James turned around and asked tentatively: "Speaking of which, I have a few friends who are still around - can I say hello to them first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click, and his waist was pressed against by something cold and hard.

"?!" The sound of loading a gun was so familiar that without even lowering his head, James knew that what was pressing against him must be the cold muzzle of a gun.

"You..." James' heart thumped, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground in a deathly way: It was just to investigate a stolen car, and the police would never use guns to threaten innocent people. In other words... a bad premonition came true. Really, these are two fake police officers.

And they are two fake police officers who are very aggressive and may kill people at any time!

"Damn, I was so careless. I thought that the most I could do was to be arrested and lose face in the police station, but now..." James felt heavy and realized something terrible, "The stage has been upgraded."

——From a simple mental attack to a physical attack that takes human life.

In order to avoid being invited to drink tea by the police, he didn't even bring a gun with him when he went out. This meant that when faced with two gunmen... he completely lost the ability to confront them head-on.

James: "..." So this is also part of that guy's plan? !

An FBI has mixed feelings. However, the two people behind him would not stop.

Seeing that the old foreign man was frozen, the fake policeman with the gun lost his patience. He pointed his gun hard: "Why are you dazed? Get in the car!"

"Don't talk nonsense to him." Another fake policeman snorted, strode forward, hit James on the back with the butt of his gun, and pushed him into the car.

A keychain fell out of the unfortunate hostage and clattered to the ground on the street.

"Huh?" The fake policeman heard the noise and looked down.

Realizing that only the souvenirs distributed by the circus had fallen off, the two of them didn't bother to pay attention. They kicked the thing away and then got into the car, one on the left and the other on the right side of James.

The driver's accomplice in front looked back and stepped on the accelerator. With a bang, the police car carrying the hostages sped away.

…

James looked at the scenery outside the car window that was rapidly receding, hissed, and covered his hands: "You are too rough, my fingers are all cut."

The fake policeman with a righteous face rolled his eyes: "It's broken, it's broken, a cowboy even makes a fuss about such a small injury? It's really hypocritical."

James: "..." Huh?

The fake policeman on the other side laughed and said: "'Cowboy'? It's really a way to flatter yourself. This guy is just a lucky upstart, nothing great."

Hearing this, James finally realized what was wrong, and he hurriedly said: "You made a mistake, I'm not that Huo..."

"Shut up." The kidnapper interrupted coldly, "We don't want to hear nonsense, you just need to let your two children pay the ransom."

James: "..."

Can this group of hateful kidnappers be more professional, you kidnapped the wrong person!

…

The sun was setting in the west.

On the street where the magic show was held, Suzuki Sonoko raised her hands to block out the sunlight and muttered, “It’s been 40 minutes, why hasn’t Mr. James driven his car over yet? — Is he driving or building a car?”