Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1435 1435 [Thanks to Uzo for the gift]

   Thinking so, Dr. Yoshimura lay down on the bed, intending to take a good rest.

   But just as his head touched the pillow, the doorbell rang suddenly.

  “?!”

  Doctor Yoshimura was shocked, sat up in shock, and instinctively grabbed the gun in his pocket.

  He first got up and went to the window, looked out through the gap in the curtains, and didn't find an ambush on the opposite side, so he was slightly determined—the escape route was not blocked.

After   , he walked near the entrance, took a quick glance out of the cat's eye, then pressed close to the wall and asked, "Who? What's the matter?"

   The person outside the door politely said, "Mr. Shibata, there is your courier."

   "...delivery?" Dr. Yoshimura frowned, remembering that the people outside were indeed in courier uniforms, "I've never bought anything, you're going the wrong way, and my surname is not 'Shibata'."

   "Ah, is that so?" The courier outside the door was startled and apologized, "I'm really sorry, I'll check again. The names of the apartments here are too close..."

  The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the people outside seemed to be gone.

   Doctor Yoshimura breathed a sigh of relief.

   He waited against the wall for a while, but heard no footsteps returning. Looking out along the cat's eye, it seems that there is no one outside. There is no imaginary lock picking or door knocking.

   He breathed a sigh of relief and went back into the room again.

   But after such a sudden encounter, he no longer had the courage to sleep.

  …

   Doctor Yoshimura sat on the sofa and rested against the back of the chair. He held the gun in his hand tightly, always ready to kill anyone who dared to break in rashly.

  Time passed, and he yawned, his eyelids sinking.

  Between the blur, he felt something was wrong: It was obviously daytime, so why was he so sleepy? Even though he just stayed up all night last night, it's not like he hasn't survived in the past. Today's feeling is completely different from that after staying up all night before... Wait, no, this smell... is hypnotic gas? !

   He suddenly opened his eyes. I found a few pipes in the crack of the entrance door.

  Doctor Yoshimura suddenly wanted to stand up, but in fact he fell to the ground with a thud, his body fell heavily on the ground, the gun in his hand could not be released, and it slid to the side.

  Doctor Yoshimura gritted his teeth, desperately reaching for it, but his body did not obey at all.

  The door clicks open.

   A man in a courier uniform unlocked the door and walked in.

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the people on the ground, and couldn't help showing a cheerful smile of revenge: "I didn't expect that you would dare to come back." He sneered, "That's right, like People like you shouldn't care about the unlucky **** who have been threatened by you, what kind of life are you living now?"

  Doctor Yoshimura opened his eyes with great effort to see his face clearly, his heart froze for a moment: "...It's you?!"

   The man smiled grimly, took out a handkerchief stained with medicine, and put it on his face: "You brought this to your door!"

  Doctor Yoshimura struggled desperately, but due to exhaustion and drugs, he couldn't match his strength at all.

   In the last moment before he lost consciousness, a pair of dark eyes flashed in his mind.

   The eyes of that silver-haired cadre last night.

   Like a basin of ice water pouring down from scratch, Yoshimura Mitsuo suddenly found that he understood that look after realizing it.

  —that look was not hostile, and certainly not kind, it actually had no emotion at all, just staring at a dead person.

  …

  After Dr. Yoshimura fainted completely and stopped struggling.

   The man who broke through the door stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

   He glanced at the gun on the ground in surprise, picked it up in fear, and put it in his pocket.

   After that, he looked around the room for a moment, then turned to look at the cabinet.

   Seeing the bottles of foreign wine inside, the man snorted coldly: "I didn't forget to bring wine when I moved, I really love to enjoy it. But it's okay, 'accidental death after drinking', this is very suitable for you."

   said he walked to the cabinet, opened the door, grabbed a bottle of bourbon, and put it on the small coffee table in the room.

   Then he took out the ice bucket and set it aside, creating the illusion that Dr. Yoshimura was pouring himself a drink in his room.

   "Next..." The man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, in a good mood, "There is only one authoritative person who can provide an alibi."

  …

  Time passed quickly, the sun went down and the sky was getting dark.

   Jiang Xia followed the address, came to a cafe not too far from home, pushed the door and walked in.

   Soon a lovely waiter greeted him, led him to sit down and handed over the menu.

   Jiang Xia casually ordered meals and drinks, then looked around the newly opened cafe, habitually observing the bodies of the guests and their calves.

   After watching for a while, the wind chime on the door of the store rang, and a new customer came in.

   followed, Jiang Xia heard two familiar voices.

Maori Kogoro snorted, took out the coupon in his pocket and looked at it, complaining to the first-grade pupil next to him: "Tonight, Xiaolan goes out to play, no one is cooking, so let's eat here - when I buy beer I won the meal coupon here, and I heard that this restaurant tastes good. Eat honestly, don’t run around again!”

  Conan replied "Okay~", using the tone and tone of a primary school student, and it seemed that he had adapted very well to his rejuvenation life.

   The two quickly found a table and sat down.

After ordering the meal, Maori Kogoro still muttered: "I wanted to go to the nightclub to drink beer, but now I have to bring my children. But it is a rare lottery to draw meal coupons, and I feel that I have let down my luck if I don't use it... tsk, That guy Xiaolan, can't she take you to the movies if she goes to the movies? Why do you have to put you in me!"

  Conan sighed: "She said she was too tired recently and wanted to beg for good luck."

   "Auspicious?" Maori Kogoro was inexplicable, "What does this have to do with auspiciousness?"

  Conan: "She said that every time as long as we are around, there will be a case."

   "It's superstition, it's just a coincidence!" Kogoro Mauri blurted out, paused for a moment, and then silently added, "Even if someone really called a murder case, it must be Jiang Xia, it's none of our business."

   Jiang Xia who was eavesdropping: "…"

  ...I'm just a slap in the face, what are you being modest about?

   Seeing that the trend of the topic became more and more strange, Jiang Xia turned around and grabbed the back of the chair, and said hello: "Uncle Maori, what a coincidence."

Maori Kogoro:"?!"

  Conan heard the voice, turned his head to look at him, and was stunned: "Jiang Xia? How are you..."

   Originally wanted to ask "why are you here" as usual.

   But before he finished the question, thinking of Jiang Xia's usual European style, Conan instantly felt that he understood something.

  ——

  Thank you for your [monthly pass](σ≧▽≦)σ.

   (end of this chapter)