Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Wait for Jiang Xia to leave the surveillance screen completely.

   In front of the computer screen at the other end, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief before putting down the cup that was firmly in his hand.

  Vodka: "..." Uzo, can he read his thoughts even from such a distance?

  No, not possible. It's a coincidence anyway. It should be that Uzo just noticed the surveillance installed in the room, so he looked up.

   In short, the Suzuki consortium has a big business, and it is normal for him to be targeted by thieves and to pretend to be surveillance... If Wu Zuo asks at that time, he will say that everything has nothing to do with them, and Wu Zuo should not be blamed for his revenge.

  Thinking about it, Vodka suddenly made a "Huh?", feeling that the mirror surface seemed to be a little foggy.

   But he blinked and looked carefully, but nothing changed.

  Vodka: "..." Maybe it's because you overuse your eyes. He shook his head secretly, relaxed, switched the surveillance screen on the ship, and planned to change the camera to continue monitoring.

  …

   In the field of vision that vodka cannot see.

   Boat, corridor.

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

   The other ghosts drifted a little slower, Matsuda Jinping took a few beats before approaching, took a closer look, nodded reassuringly, and determined: It was a pinhole camera. To be able to be so concealed, the technological evolution is really fast.

  Xiao Bai didn't understand, but he nodded his head in a similar manner.

   After the three-ghost interrogation, it was confirmed that there was indeed a candid filming on the boat.

so…

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

  Miss Spider straightened the hat above her head and skillfully opened the bet.

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

  …

   "Someone secretly filmed?"

  Noah was still busy building its virtual world. I heard that someone on the ship had installed surveillance cameras. It bounced to the top of the corridor, took a hard look at the camera, studied it for a while, and quickly bounced back to Jiang Xia.

   After that, Noah stretched out his short hand and patted on Jiangxia's mobile phone screen.

   Soon, a complex plan took shape, exactly the general shape of the ship. Some small red dots that sparkle are marked on the graph.

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

   "Not bad, not bad." Jiang Xia distanced himself 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, and there was a slight fluorescence in his body.

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

   Jiang Xia was silent for a while: "..." Haven't gin and vodka been too busy recently? Go to work when you have time, always staring at what he's doing as a well-behaved detective.

But after thinking about it, these few days, I don't have to go out late at night to encounter the murderous source, but I am followed by the murderous source, and I can smash it as I want. The stock of wine and vanilla ice cream is much more than before... Sigh , After all, everyone is a colleague, if you want to follow, let them follow. The big deal is a little harder, and when I go back, I dismantle the camera in my room.

  Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, when dismantling the camera, remember to greet it with vodka in the air. I hope my colleagues can also give feedback on what he wants.

   Jiang Xia left in a good mood.

  …

   The group quickly came to the deck.

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

   There are several tables on the deck with wine and other beverages on them. Several other guests have been sitting here for a while.

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

  Pu Siqinglan just bent down and sat firmly when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of light, dazzling like a gem.

   She was immediately attracted to her eyes, turned her head to look over, and saw the photographer.

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

  Pu Siqinglan stuck his eyes on it and blurted out: "Mr. Hanchuan, this ring on your necklace..."

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

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

   Jiang Xia shook his head: "No."

  Conan looked even more puzzled, and vaguely felt a little disobedient: "...Why did you dress up all of a sudden." Could it be that the photographer saw a lady on the boat and wanted to make him more handsome? But the photographer has a very bad attitude towards everyone. He must be playing the trick of "bullying you if you are nice to you".

  Thinking of this, and thinking of the photographer's comment on Mao Lilan just now, Conan took a sip of juice, and he felt that this guy was very unpleasant.

  …

  The photographer did not notice any resentment from elementary school students.

   He looked at Pu Siqinglan and said proudly, "As expected of a researcher from the Romanov Dynasty, he discovered this treasure at a glance—do you want to see it?"

   "Of course!" Pu Si Qinglan stood up a little excitedly.

   She took the ring from the photographer and looked closely at the sun.

The    ring appears to be made of silver, with finely detailed relief on the surface, and luxurious gemstones set between the silver leaves. On the inside of the ring, several Russian letters are engraved.

   "Maria..." Pu Siqinglan read the word in a low voice, and a trace of greed flashed across her eyes. She quickly regained her emotions and looked at the photographer excitedly, "Is this the third daughter of Nicholas II - Maria's ring?!"

   "That's what you expert said, so it really is." The photographer took the ring from her.

  Pu Siqinglan let go of her hand reluctantly, her heart aroused with desire, and comforted herself: Although the ring has left her now, she can appreciate it right away—tonight, she will get this ring.

   And there should be more than one such cultural relic. Treasures sometimes appear in piles…

   Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan asked the photographer earnestly: "Where did you find it?"

  The photographer ignored it, he seemed to be on the deck just to show off the ring.

   Now that Pu Siqinglan has proved the value of the ring, he laughed twice and walked to the cabin, seemingly planning to go back to the house to rest.

  Suzuki Sonoko asked Pu Siqinglan curiously, "Is that the real one?"

  ... It feels prettier than the egg in her family, and I don't know if the photographer is willing to sell it - it's not that she wants to play, but she just thinks this thing is suitable for display in the Modern Art Museum. Of course, before putting it in, you can take it for a few days for her to identify.