Corpse collector in Conan

Kuniyoshibuntai chuckled: "What kind of death information? You have read too many mystery novels - maybe it was written by the murderer to frame me. Do you need my help to provide my enemy?"

Memu Police Department: "We have extracted the deceased's fingerprints on the bloody writing, which was written by his own hand."

Kuniyoshibunta didn't take it seriously: "Okay, let me say it again - maybe the murderer grabbed his hand and wrote it down to blame me. Do you need my help to provide my enemy?"

"..."

The police department's blood pressure is high.

Seeing that he was speechless, Guo Jiwen laughed happily: "So, you have really found the wrong person - think about it with your brain, if the murderer was me, would I stay in this building? I'm sure He had already run away.

"Also, didn't you say that the murderer took away the investigation report? My desk is free for you to search. Just try to find that document."

"Documents?" A voice suddenly came from the door and joined their conversation, "Is this what you are talking about?"

"?!" Kuniyoshibunta turned his head in shock and saw a blonde foreign woman standing at the door. The woman smiled at him, raised her hand, and shook the torn paper in her hand.

Kuniyoshibunta took a closer look, and his pupils suddenly shrank - that was actually the document that he had stuffed into the shredder not long ago! And it has been put back together again!

Judy walked into the room and photographed the piece of paper in front of Kuniyoshibunta: "I didn't expect that there are still people using such a simple shredder. It just cuts the paper into horizontal strips without any crushing or disrupting functions - this is better than street shredders." The puzzles sold in small shops are even simpler.”

Police Department Mumu looked at her in surprise: "Old Judy...Miss Judy, I didn't expect you to have such ability."

Judy smiled as she hid her achievements and fame: Recovering files from the shredder was one of their special skills. Even if it is broken into pieces and soaked in water, she can still find a way to restore the information on the document, let alone this kind of note that has not even been deliberately disrupted.

Next to him, Jiang Xia raised his head and glanced at Judy, and the FBI just lowered his head and looked at him deeply.

This seems to be a good place to look at each other and smile, but Jiang Xia fell into silence: "..." The looks of these weird people are really more complicated than the color palette of the candidates of the Academy of Art...

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the simple criminal opposite: "The police found your discarded gloves in the bathroom on the fifth floor. In other words, when you threw this document into the shredder, you should have nothing on your hands - This kind of paper happens to be relatively smooth, so just check the fingerprints on it..."

With a bang, Kuniyoshibunta leaned back on the chair behind him.

He smiled bitterly: "When I was in college, my classmates nicknamed me 'OXΔ'. I couldn't figure it out at the time. I thought they gave me the nickname because I always like to play games with a controller. I knew this name, but now it seems...that’s what it is.”

Seeing his appearance, the Memu Police Department was completely relieved: "So you are the murderer this time?"

"Now that I say yes, does it count as surrendering?" Kuniyoshibunta put out his cigarette butt and said dejectedly, "At first, I just quietly misappropriated some public funds to let my wife and children live a better life. But after I tasted the benefits, , I can’t stop..."

Memu Police Department: "..." Heh, do you think I will sympathize with you when you say such words with such an expression? Other prisoners' stories are much more exciting than yours.

However, as a police officer, he still tried to sit up straight, pretended to listen carefully, and then took the person away as a matter of business.

…

As the night fell, Teacher Judy, who had been busy all day but didn't buy anything, waved goodbye to a few high school students and decided that the next time she went shopping, she would choose a time when all the students were in class.

Several high school students also returned home happily and rested separately.

Under the same sky, in a peaceful and silent night, some people can't sleep.

New to the clinic.

Belmod woke up from a nightmare. She sat up and looked at her young body, and it took a long time before she slowly came back to her senses.

She let out a long breath, groped for the bedside table under the quilt, and picked up the cigarette case there.

With a sneer, the match lit up, illuminating a bunch of changing eyes. Belmode lit a slender lady's cigarette, held it in her mouth and breathed slowly. After a while, she murmured to herself: "I didn't come to Tokyo just to play hide-and-seek with those FBI. …It’s time to get down to business.”

... She couldn't delay it any longer. While Uzo had been distracted by other things recently, she had to find the escaped mouse as soon as possible.

"She must be around Uzuo." Belmod raised his hand and slowly pressed his forehead with his fingertips. A suspicious figure appeared in his mind - the little red riding hood sitting next to Jiang Xia on the bus, shivering like a mushroom. .

Could it be her?

A Shirley was not something to be afraid of, but thinking of the person next to her, Belmod couldn't help but feel a headache. At the same time, she felt a sense of horror and excitement about trying to snatch something from a tiger's mouth.

"We can't be discovered by him." Belmod tapped his knees with his fingertips and whispered, "I need covert enough operations and helpers who can come in handy."

After thinking about it, she took her phone, opened her email address, and entered Gin's address.

"What have you and Uzo been up to lately?"

She originally wanted to inquire about information like this, but soon, Belmod deleted this straightforward question word by word.

"Let's post something else to lay the groundwork first, and keep in touch. And if Sherry is really caught, I'll need someone to help me share the firepower."

Thinking of this, Vermouth simply put on a bathrobe, stood up and sat at the table. She poured herself a glass of champagne, sipping it while recalling her previous state.

Soon, she tapped the keys, and a string of words appeared on the screen with the help of alcohol.

[Gin, do you believe in heaven?

I guess you will say in your usual cold tone, "You don't usually ask such nonsense" - but I'm serious about this question, and before we toast with rotten Sherry, you must think of the answer.

I look forward to that future.

XXX]

After typing the last X, Vermouth looked at the letter and raised her eyebrows: "Judy actually teaches this kind of thing in class..."

Thinking of Mao Lilan's confused and cute expression at the time, Vermouth leaned back in her chair, looking slightly relaxed.

She laughed and whispered, as if answering the girl's question from afar: "Each 'X' represents a kiss mark, which is a mark of a woman's love... But sometimes it can also become a mark of hatred, symbolizing the poor target that is about to be pierced by the arrow."