Conan’s Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia found several tickets falling to his feet.

He picked it up and walked over to join the conversation: "Is this something you dropped?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Masumi Takamori was like a mouse confronting a cat. He maintained his composure on his face, but in his heart he didn't want to have any unnecessary interactions with the famous detective opposite him.

She took a look at the things in Jiang Xia's hand and found that they were not necessary, so she did not go to pick them up. She smiled and said: "Our company hosted a fashion show. This is a ticket for the exhibition, including food and accommodation. I heard that the host place is It was a French-style villa built by a wealthy man in the last century. If you have time, you can come and take a look - I have to prepare a performance, so I will leave first."

After saying that, she looked at her watch. As if she was in a hurry, she dragged the huge suitcase she just bought and left quickly.

After walking a while, Takamori Masumi quietly looked back.

When she discovered that the group of classmates hadn't followed, she breathed a sigh of relief. She accelerated immediately after walking around the corner and trotted away.

…

In the mall.

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko were still looking at the ticket with great interest.

"Boduo Fashion Design Company, where Masumi works as a model?" Suzuki Sonoko remembered the information she saw when she helped her sister choose a wedding dress. "I remember that although this company is not large in scale, it has a high reputation among its customer base. The wedding dresses they designed are actually very beautiful, but it’s a pity that they haven’t completely become famous yet, so they are still some distance away from being a real big name. But if it continues like this, sooner or later, there will be some achievements.”

Mao Lilan checked the information and was quite pleased: "Look, Masumi is actually the chief model. It seems that she has completely gotten rid of the predicament she had when she was a child. It's really good."

Jiang Xia was also looking at the ticket in his hand, but he didn't have much impression of this classmate. Jiang Xia Tongzhi had saved a grade in middle school, so counting the time, he was still Mao Lilan's senior in elementary school, and he didn't know this strange school girl who later became a model.

Conan does have some impressions of Takamori Masumi, but the filter of an old classmate whom he hasn't seen for many years can't cover up her strangeness.

He thought of the suitcase next to Masumi Takamori. Just now, Conan took advantage of the chaos and shook the box and found that it was empty. Coupled with the packaging that had not been completely removed, this box must have been bought from the mall just now.

It seems reasonable for a somewhat famous model to buy a suitcase on the eve of a business trip.

So get rid of that for now. There is only one strangest place left.

Conan tugged on the hem of Jiang Xia's clothes and whispered again: "Think about it again, have you really not seen her in the past few years?"

Jiang Xia: "No."

Conan touched his chin: "That's strange. I feel that she is very afraid of you, but she just gave you the ticket again, as if she wants to have the next contact with you."

"I can explain why you dare to give me the ticket." Jiang Xia held the ticket down and showed the elementary school student who was not tall enough to see the detailed information on it:

“Although the venue for the catwalk show is also in Tokyo, it is relatively remote, almost to Gunma Prefecture next door. Many people find it too far and are too lazy to go there.

"And that day happened to be a working day. Masumi Takamori is already a working person. Maybe in her view, students can only attend class well on working days, and they can't keep their appointments even if they get tickets.

"In addition to the sudden encounter, she may not have come back to her senses at the time. People in that state can easily make some irrational hasty decisions in order to cover up something. So in the end..."

When the two people were talking in a low voice, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko also noticed this.

——It's not because they are good at reasoning, but because they were excited to go to the appointment, and then after counting the time, they discovered the tragedy that "they happened to have class when Masumi was doing the show."

Suzuki Sonoko almost crumpled the ticket: "Why does it have to be a working day!"

Mao Lilan also sighed: "Masumi gave us the tickets specifically, and she must really hope that we can go there. I remember that her mother abandoned her very early, and her character did not like to make friends. If she is alone, She walked the show on the ground, and there was no one in the audience she knew..."

Suzuki Sonoko felt sad when she heard this, so she slapped her chest and interrupted the desolate atmosphere with great enthusiasm: "It's decided, let's take leave! Anyway, the exams are over, and the school has been relatively leisurely recently. The catwalk is here For such things, you still need to have a group of relatives and friends to support you. Masumi also needs to have what others have!"

Jiang Xia: "..."

Conan: "..."

Although……

but……

Oh, I hope she will be really moved when we show up there.

…

The high school students hurriedly made their travel decisions and packed their luggage.

the other side.

Kazuma Kurosawa, who was finally able to walk independently, left the hospital with Maya Hashimoto, who had been a guest escort for a few days, intending to meet the caretaker who came as a substitute.

Maya Hashimoto was absent-minded and followed Kurosawa Kazuma out like a ghost, thinking about other things in her heart: "..." So long has passed since leaving the island, and even the media have dispersed... …Why didn’t Uzo come to him?

What's that guy's purpose? Do you want to see him survive countless "accidents" like Mr. Ireland, or do you want to test his confidant, challenge Mr. Ireland's authority, and bring out the real goal?

...Can't guess, completely impossible to guess.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." And based on past experience, when you think you have guessed it right, it is often the really bad time - for example, when returning to Tokyo from the UK, Mr. Ireland thought that Uzo would not attack the plane. He had to throw away the parachute.

Although in another sense, the parachute was indeed thrown correctly, but in that situation, Maya Hashimoto would rather hold a parachute, treating it as a quick-acting life-saving pill...

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a squeaking sound of the brakes.

Maya Hashimoto raised her head alertly and saw a streamlined sports car parked on the street. The hood was open, and the man in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette snapped his fingers at them: "Why are you so listless? Get in the car!"

Maya Hashimoto: "?"

He turned to look at Kurosawa Kazuma. After a brief period of coexistence during the first aid period, the relationship between the two became a little more harmonious than before.

Kurosawa Kazuma looked at the car and the people in it, his eyes twitched slightly, and he said to Maya Hashimoto: "Get in the car. This is Inozuka Jiro, the younger brother of the previous Inozuka Taro."

Maya Hashimoto: "???"

...Are the painting styles of you two brothers slightly different? !