Conan’s Corpse Picker

Curacao stared at the screen in silence for a moment, barely suppressing the urge to draw his gun.

She silently wiped the Coke off her hands, turned off the movie, turned on the light, and walked to the movie storage box wrapped in a blanket.

Soon, she pulled out all the videos related to detectives and reasoning at a faster speed than she could sort documents at work, and threw them into the bag next to her, ready to be packed and thrown away.

After thinking about it, I also pulled out all the films of Kinoshita Yoko and packed them together.

"Is this guy a cockroach? He's so ubiquitous that even movies have been invaded by him." Curacao looked at the half-empty storage box and sighed silently, "Others can't be guaranteed either. Without his cameo... it seems I should change my hobby."

After all, hobbies are for entertainment and relaxation, not for her to repeatedly watch the culprit that caused her bad mood even when she is already in a bad mood.

Curacao threw the potato chips on the table, found a piece of cloth to cover the cola that he had just crushed, and planned to have someone clean it up tomorrow.

Then she ended her plan to entertain herself all night long, took another shower, and went back to the bedroom to fall asleep.

…

After sleeping for a few minutes, I sat up again with a start.

"I almost forgot. I still have to deal with the canary that the troublemaker picked up." There were light dark circles in Curacao's eyes. She grabbed her phone and typed an email to send.

At the same time, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: "Is this guy Uzo using this method to euphemistically express his dissatisfaction with Maya Hashimoto for not receiving the account? 'If you don't call me, I will have to pick it up myself. 'And so on... To be honest, what does this have to do with me? Uzo should really have been asked to go directly to Rum, but unfortunately I am a qualified subordinate and cannot betray my immediate boss..."

After sending an email to a relatively capable subordinate with the shortest sentences and complicated emotions, Curaçao breathed a sigh of relief and retreated into the quilt again with a faint curse on Uzo and Rum.

…

Not long after, Saburo Inozuka received another email.

He took Masumi Takamori and Naoko Toriyama who had picked up the car to a remote apartment, and drove away by himself.

Takamori Masumi and Toriyama Naoko looked at the dark house in front of them, looked at each other, and walked in.

Then I saw a decadent doctor wearing a mask and a white coat in the room - this was actually a clinic, and unlike the dilapidated appearance, the room was quite neat and tidy, and there were a lot of instruments.

"Why hide the clinic in a building like this? It doesn't look very serious." Masumi Takamori was quietly alert. She silently grabbed the half brick she just picked up in her large pocket and whispered to Naoko Tormaru, " They’re not trying to catch us here to sell our organs.”

The doctor looked them over and threw over two forms: "Do a physical examination first."

Torimaru Naoko caught it and handed one to Takamori Masumi. She looked at the instruments and then at the doctor opposite: "Is this... going to help us with plastic surgery?"

The doctor snapped his fingers: "Yes, it's much better than those idiots who thought I was going to sell organs as soon as they entered the door and then ran away like crazy and were shot dead in the middle of the road."

"..." Takamori Masumi's eyes twitched: Is this guy up to something?

Naoko Tormaru was relatively calm. She seemed to be talking to a doctor or explaining to Masumi Takamori: "We are fugitives now. We can either fly far away to a deserted place and start over from scratch, or we can change our lives. We will continue to live with our new identities hidden here - we are all women, not very strong, it is not cost-effective to smuggle out to do hard work, and we have no other specialties except making clothes and catwalks. No matter how you think about it, it is all plastic surgery. More appropriate.”

But she really didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.

Toriyama Naoko: "..." Originally, she thought that even if she was not immediately silenced by the organization behind Inozuka Jiro, she would still have to go through a troublesome review.

But I didn't expect it to be so enjoyable, so I jumped directly to the step of plastic surgery. Plastic surgery is not something that saves money and effort. This "job hopping" was like opening a high-speed green channel, and not only her, but also Takamori Masumi passed through it easily.

Perhaps it was too smooth. Toriyama Naoko faintly felt something, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart: There is no free pie in the sky. What is the purpose behind the person who let them go?

However, the only possible insider in front of her at this time, the plastic surgeon, obviously had no intention of explaining to her.

He looked at the two young and beautiful women, staring at their faces and thinking: "Plastic surgery is to change the appearance based on the original face shape, and the extent cannot usually be too large. But for people like you who need a makeover, I must increase the amount of plastic surgery." Regarding the modification efforts, fortunately, your facial features are relatively straight and easy to display, so...do you mind being a pair of mixed-race twin sisters?"

Takamori Masumi was stunned: "Huh?"

Doctor: "It just so happens that your bodies look almost exactly the same. Although there is a slight age difference, it is difficult to tell the difference as long as your face has been changed. A few years while you are young is enough."

The more the doctor thought about it, the more satisfied he became. Anyway, the superior didn't say what she was going to do with these two people. Instead, she graciously allowed him to develop freely, so that he could feel free to add a little bit of personal hobbies.

"After cosmetic surgery, you also need to create a set of matching fake identities. The resume of this identity must not be too conspicuous. Otherwise, if the content of your academic qualifications does not correspond to the skills you actually master, there will be a risk of exposure.

"Of course, we can no longer engage in the kind of catwalk work that would appear in front of everyone or even appear on TV as before. This is really a suicide act for the fugitive, and it will also implicate others.

"Under this premise, if you want to carry out infiltration missions in the future, it will be difficult for you to find a job and infiltration opportunities. After all, there are many young and beautiful girls now, and the competition for jobs is also very high, but -! "

Speaking of this, the doctor got a little excited and waved his hands: "Young and beautiful women are common, but young and beautiful twins are not common!

"Who doesn't like beautiful things to appear in pairs? Even if it's to satisfy the desire to collect that humans have, or to look novel, when you two apply for the same job, you can choose from many candidates. stand out.

"Actually, I have already thought about your future work route - get plastic surgery, and if you are still alive, go and receive servant training, and then go to those celebrities or well-known places to apply for jobs."