Conan’s Corpse Picker

Saburo Inozuka took a closer look and saw that the head of the mannequin was actually wearing a wig that was very funny, with the same hairstyle as his second brother.

Inozuka Saburo silently stepped out of the way and watched the police carry the model away: "..." There is something wrong with these policemen. The first aid doll even wears a wig... Wait, police?

Why the police? Shouldn't it be the doctors who are busy here? Could it be that Jiro also exposed some secret and was targeted by the police?

Saburo Inozuka suddenly felt bad and looked at the policeman who was passing by, a little wary.

However, it was too late to be alert by this time. By visiting late at night, he had obviously attracted the attention of the police. The policeman looked at him: "Are you...?"

Inozuka Saburo's heart was pounding, and he tried to pretend to be a commoner: "My name is Inozuka Saburo, and I am the younger brother of Inozuka Jiro. I heard that he is hospitalized, so I came to take a look."

As he spoke, he was mentally prepared to deal with the police's excuses: such as they separated when they were young, they were not familiar with Inozuka Jiro, the brothers did not share the same ideals, and they had not been in contact with each other for a long time...

However, unlike what he imagined, the police did not come forward to question him about Inozuka Jiro.

The two policemen just looked at each other, and then showed pity in their eyes: "Please have your condolences."

After saying that, probably because they didn't want to cause trouble, they carried the mannequin and walked away at three times the speed.

Saburo Inozuka, who was left on the spot: "...?"

Condolences? What's the point of mourning? Wait...is that what he meant? ! !

He froze on the spot for two seconds. After he came to his senses, he observed a few seconds of silence for his second brother.

Then he followed his instinct and quietly left this dangerous hospital filled with police officers.

Back in the car, Saburo Inozuka grabbed his hair hard and sorted out his thoughts: "Why did he die suddenly? Didn't it mean that he was shot by the murderer and the situation has improved..."

Before I could figure it out, someone knocked on the car window several times.

"?!" Saburo Inozuka was startled. He raised his eyes and saw a strange man standing outside.

The man seemed to be of mixed race, with deep facial features and slightly high cheekbones. When he looked up, he gave people a very fierce and suffocating feeling.

But when the man bent down, revealing a pair of harmless-looking and even gentle eyes, this strange sense of ferocity suddenly faded away.

But after all, he was still a tall, strange man. Saburo Inozuka moved his foot to the accelerator and said warily through the car window: "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

"Inozuka Saburo, right?" The scary but not scary British-Japanese hybrid outside pulled on his locked rear door, but it didn't open, so he put down his hand, "Kurosawa said you would take over Inozuka Jiro's burden. , become his next partner, that is, become my caretaker - you can call me George... Forget it, even the detective knows my real name, you can just call me Hashimoto Maya. In the next few days, sorry to bother you."

After the person outside the car finished speaking, seeing that he still didn't respond, he nodded to himself: "The alertness is not bad. It is indeed a gift from that guy...the trump card. Okay, you should have received Kurosawa's Please read the email quickly and then let me get in the car. There are too many police around here. If you stay for a long time, you will easily be targeted by them. My documents are all in Kurosawa. I can’t drive, so I have to take your car back. "

"..."

Although he still didn't know what happened, with someone's instructions next to him, Inozuka Saburo's stagnant brain finally started to work again.

He read the email as if sleepwalking, put the strange guy who was supposed to be a guard target but sounded like a guard into the car, and then stepped on the accelerator and drove off.

On the way, he realized something belatedly: "Wait a minute, what does it mean to take over Jiro's burden and become his next partner... Is Jiro already dead?!"

Maya Hashimoto sat in the back seat and secretly looked at him, simulating in her mind the process of knocking out Inozuka Saburo and then taking over the steering wheel - Kurosawa said that this younger brother was the best to deal with among the three Inozuka brothers. Having said that, my brother is already like that, but my brother is actually easier to deal with...

Maya Hashimoto was distracted for a moment, then quickly recovered her thoughts and answered the question of the poor Inozuka boy.

He didn't know where to start with such a complicated case, so he summed up a thousand words into one sentence: "Didn't you read the news? The latest reports about Jiangxia - those reporters wrote well and explained things very clearly. .”

Saburo Inozuka was startled, and suddenly he remembered those younger brothers who were hesitant to speak before, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He thought for a moment and turned on the radio.

At this time, in addition to the very eye-catching feature of "manipulation to commit crimes", there was another bigger breaking point in this case - someone hijacked a car on the way to the police.

As a result, the already high level of interest increased and became overwhelming. Almost all TV stations related to this case were talking about this case.

Saburo Inozuka was covered in cold sweat when he heard it, and he suddenly said: "Manipulating people to kill? I seem to have heard similar rumors in the organization, and not long after that, the person who gossiped died."

Suddenly he remembered something again and stared at Maya Hashimoto in the rearview mirror: "My eldest brother was involved in a serial murder case and died unfortunately, as did my second brother, and I just...could it have been organized, could it have been organized There really is that kind of devil in there who kills people for fun! Do you know that person? Otherwise, why are all your caretakers dead?!"

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Along the way, Inozuka Taro, Inozuka Jiro, and even Kurosawa Kazuma didn't think of it. They just felt that they were unlucky. This ordinary Inozuka Saburo actually hit the point at once. .

...This person is quite idle. He usually gossips a lot in the organization, haha! Fishing bastard.

But now is not the time to dwell on this issue.

There is one thing that Maya Hashimoto cares about more.

"The carjacker mentioned in the news should be you."

Maya Hashimoto passed through the front window of the car and looked at the dark road ahead: "Who sent you here, or did you improvise on your own? Are you here to silence people or to save people? Where is Naoko Toriyama now? Did the policemen on the road take the opportunity to murder their colleagues and cause chaos? - If it’s confidential, forget it, you don’t need to answer me, I’m just asking casually.”

Originally, when Tormaru Naoko was being escorted into the police car, Hashimoto Maya was already desperate.

After all, if it was the real Uzo, how could he fall into the hands of the police so easily? Even if Uzo wanted to surrender on a whim, the organization would not agree.

So just now, when I heard that someone was hijacking a car, the light that had been lost in Maya Hashimoto's eyes was like a ball of ashes that was holding on and refused to be extinguished when it met the wind and lit up again.