Conan’s Corpse Picker

[By the way, I forgot one thing. ]

Saburo Inozuka opened the email with trembling hands, and saw several lines of cold text printed on the screen, spelling out an even colder sentence. The ruthless and mysterious superior said:

[From now on, you will become the direct subordinate of "Uzo". Remember this code name, but do not disclose it to anyone, otherwise you will know the consequences yourself.

[--Good luck. ]

Saburo Inozuka: "..."

Saburo Inozuka: "?!" Wait, wait, what do you mean wish me good luck? Is this what you should say to a subordinate who is being transferred? Why does it smell like a curse!

And who is Uzo? Is it that thing? It must be! ——Why on earth did things become like this!

"It's normal for Maya Hashimoto to be targeted. Although he has been tortured by unknown things recently, it can still be seen that he is not an ordinary peripheral member... But I, Saburo Inozuka, am completely the most ordinary member. , What on earth does all this have to do with me??"

Saburo Inozuka was in disbelief: "Is it because I happened to be in the same car with those two people before? But I didn't talk about him at all with Naoko Tormaru and Maya Hashimoto. I just said a word Why on earth did this innocent driver do this to me!!

…

When Saburo Inozuka suddenly heard the bad news.

On the other side, Maya Hashimoto, who was melting into the night, was wrapped in black clothes and hurried across the street, planning to go back to her apartment first.

This residential area is dimly lit and the street lights are old, making it inexplicably eerie.

While Maya Hashimoto secretly condemned Curacao for being perfunctory during his detention, he could only be vigilant and quicken his pace.

Just as he was walking through a dark area with broken street lights, he inadvertently raised his head and Hashimoto Maya suddenly froze.

——A cat was sitting there quietly under the streetlight more than ten meters away, turning its head to look in his direction.

It is not uncommon for stray cats to appear at night, but this cat suddenly stopped Maya Hashimoto's eyes.

His steps froze and he stopped in place, only to feel a cold air coming from behind: the cat in front was completely black, with only four paws white - no matter in size or coat color, it was the same as when he was there not long ago. The cat looks exactly like the one I saw in the car!

"I remember when Naoko Tormaru jumped into our car, she once said that it was Usa who asked her to find a black vehicle that would automatically open the door... and the reason why I opened the door at that time was to take out this car. Stray cats that stray in are thrown outside.”

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind. For a moment, Maya Hashimoto felt that everything was right: black cats often symbolize bad luck and misfortune, and this cat was like a messenger sent by Uzo. The last time he saw it When it came, he learned the unfortunate news from Naoko Toriyama, and this time...why did it suddenly appear again?

Just as he was thinking in a cold sweat, the cat suddenly barked at him.

Originally it seemed to be just an ordinary reminder, but when the sound fell on Maya Hashimoto's ears, he felt that the cat's meow seemed particularly sad and cold in the night, like a life-threatening horn, which perfectly matched all his stereotypes about black cats. impression.

Maya Hashimoto looked at it alertly. Before he could figure out what the cat wanted to do, he suddenly felt a strange wind sound nearby.

He was startled, and before he could figure out what was going on, his collar suddenly tightened.

——A hand grasped his collar and pulled him back.

Maya Hashimoto was forced to lean back, and almost at the same time, something heavy brushed the tip of his nose. The wind brought by the heavy object cut sharply, and the next moment, the thing brushed past him and hit the wall with a thud.

"..."

The sound of the impact was so close that it was deafening. It took Maya Hashimoto two seconds to understand the situation just now: Although the surroundings were dim and he couldn't see anything, one thing was very clear - just now, he was almost hit by a pile of rocks flying from nowhere. Headshot on the spot!

Terrified, the benefactor behind him patted his shoulder, seeming to signal him to leave.

Maya Hashimoto turned around in a cold sweat and was about to say thank you when she vaguely saw her benefactor raising his finger to his lips to signal him to be silent. At the same time, he said softly: "Don't talk or make any sound. This will disturb the hard work of the actors." practice.”

"Practice?" Maya Hashimoto also lowered her voice instinctively, but she didn't understand what this sentence meant: Is there a boring crew filming a drama nearby and throwing props around?

...Wait, crew? !

This keyword touched some kind of painful memory, and Maya Hashimoto's heart suddenly suddenly felt like the hairs on her back stood up one by one.

His eyes slowly fell to the figure in black in front of him. As a thought suddenly flashed across his mind, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and his blood roared.

My mind seemed to have stopped. When he came to his senses, he had already followed the man out of the dark area and came to the corner of the street.

Maya Hashimoto felt like he was sleepwalking in a horror movie. He raised his head and looked ahead. The man walking in front only left a leisurely silhouette of him. The man was wearing a black suit, with black curly hair, and the temples of sunglasses behind his ears pressed over his hair. Although he hadn't seen his face yet, this outfit, It completely matched the man in black he saw on the stage when he was in Hokkaido not long ago.

And the cat squatting under the street lamp left with them at some point, and lay on the shoulder of the man in black very familiarly, dangling like a black and white shawl.

A terrifying codename suddenly jumped out of his mind - Uzo.

Although his rationality allowed him to rule out this possibility countless times, when this person appeared in front of him in person, with just a light movement and a few words, Maya Hashimoto carefully piled up "This is not a blackbird". Zuo's psychological defense suddenly collapsed.

…This is Uzo. That real devil.

In the past, Maya Hashimoto had imagined the situation when she met Uzo countless times: maybe she would have the courage to rush forward and die with him, maybe she would follow her heart and run away to the ends of the earth, maybe she would have the courage to do something With an unyielding attitude, he died heroically like an anti-Ukrainian hero...

However, when he fell into reality, he only felt as if he had ascended to heaven from head to toe, and his mind went blank. Let alone any impassioned lines, in a short period of time he even said "Are you Uzo?" Not coming out.

Suddenly, at the street corner ahead, there were several drunk female white-collar workers returning home late at night, laughing and laughing as they passed by.

The sudden laughter and laughter drifted down the night, like a bridge from hell back to the world, which aroused Maya Hashimoto's already numb desire for survival.