MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker-Chapter 1617 1617 [Ireland, four times by...]

  Miss Spider: "..." I didn't expect even ghosts to work. In fact, before, she seemed to be very leisurely, but since becoming Uzo's secretary...

  Q version Onitai moved a few sharp claws on its back, hugged the falling shikigami and puppet clay in the air, and sighed a little: "..." Oh, so busy.

  I hope that the master of the psychic medium will pick up a new secretary as soon as possible to share the work of ghosts.

  …

   On the other side, the first floor of the theater.

  A tall man in a security uniform was walking along the staff passageway with not many people, and quickly headed for the side door.

  Ireland corrected the crooked safety helmet, looked down at the watch on her wrist, and counted the time before and after, feeling a little annoyed.

  I didn't expect it took so long to go downstairs... Thinking of the two security captains who stopped him without winking just now, the murderous intent in Ireland's heart gurgled like a boiling pot.

  If it was before, those two people probably had their necks broken, and they were randomly stuffed into any utility room in this building, waiting for the Irish subordinates to come and fake "accidental death" or disappearance scene.

   But now, at this critical moment being stared at by Uzo, Ireland knows in his heart: he can no longer kill anyone easily. He even had to try his best to avoid all crimes that would be arrested by the police, so as not to be taken advantage of by Uzo on the way...just like poor Mr. Pisk.

  Although she has been unlucky recently, but fortunately, the news that is coming now is not all bad news.

  —Although Ireland looked very heroic, he came to the theater building under Uzo's control by going to the meeting alone. But in fact, he wasn't really reckless enough to come here alone.

  After arriving near the building, he carefully selected an absolutely trustworthy confidant, and asked the other party to wait for him outside and respond at any time.

  …

   According to the news from his confidant just now, after Kidd went upstairs, he did not escape from the roof with a hang glider.

   In other words, if you want to catch up with this phantom thief and ask for information about Uzo, there should be still time.

This gave Ireland some comfort, and at the same time he thought to himself: "That strange thief may actually be an uncontrolled part of Uzo's plan... After all, if such a famous and highly skilled international thief really becomes Uzo's subordinate, Or completely controlled by Wu Zuo, then it is impossible for there to be no movement in the organization.

   "Even if Wu Zuo hides the news tightly, the movement of funds and personnel will reveal this brand new change.

"Conversely, what Uzo did here today may not only be aimed at me, but also because he has his eye on Kidd, an international thief? Knowing people makes it difficult for Uzo to use his expertise."

Ireland tried his best to analyze the news that might be beneficial to him from the current situation: "Kidd can achieve what he is today, in addition to his superb skills, he should also have a good brain. Maybe after a few rounds, he also found Uzo clues.

"It would be great if we could cooperate with Kidd and get evidence of Uzo's exposure from him. Of course, after dealing with Uzo's matter, we can also cooperate with other things... such as the various treasures that the strange thief stole, In the future, there is no need to return the property to the original owner, but there will be a more appropriate place to go."

  Ireland thought as she descended the last short flight of stairs.

  He raised his head, and in front of him was the side entrance of the theater building. At this time, the stage play has ended, and the audience has left the stage one after another. The side door is close to the parking lot, and through the transparent glass door, many people can be seen passing by outside.

  Ireland strode over and stretched out her hand towards the heavy doorknob.

  …

  At the same time, the roof directly above.

   Kidd originally just wanted to stop Conan from kicking the football.

   But after throwing the poker at Conan for a while, he gradually felt that this mini-detective who was rolling around to avoid attacks was very interesting, like playing a game of whack-a-mole. So Kidd also gradually gained momentum, and the playing cards were shot out of the magic gun as if they didn't need money.

  The nimble gopher rolled over and stuck to the edge of the roof at some point.

  Kidd looked at Conan's narrow escape path, and couldn't help showing a triumphant smile: "It's over!"

   As he spoke, he slammed the trigger and shot it out.

  Conan dodged sideways, dodging the playing card. But in the next moment, he suddenly said "Ah!", his feet slipped as if he couldn't stand still, and he staggered and fell to the side. Then he precisely passed through the gap in the railing, and fell from the top of the nearly 100-meter-high building.

   Kidd: "...??"

   The international bandit, addicted to poker shootouts, was taken aback. Kidd recovered from the play, rushed to the side of the building quickly, and jumped down in a cold sweat, intending to rescue Conan before he fell into a cake.

   After the two jumped off the building one after the other.

  On the rooftop, another detective ran quickly to the railing and looked down.

  Jiang Xia: "..." What if the classmate and the strange thief died together?

  Think about what Conan always does, he bends down on the railing, puts his hands around his mouth, and utters a routine cry that should be here: "Conan—!"

  …

   Right below the three of them, at the side door.

  Ireland pushed the door out, looking at the bustling crowd, he suddenly had some extremely unpleasant associations with this kind of night street.

  The next moment, whether it was an illusion or an auditory hallucination, he always felt a vague human voice coming from above his head. The voice was mixed in the night wind and couldn't be heard clearly, but the voice seemed familiar.

  Ireland frowned, and instinctively looked up at the sky.

   Then there was a sudden thump in my heart.

  The night is dark, and it is difficult to see things in the sky. But the excellent eyesight and the occasional searchlights made Ireland realize immediately that something was wrong.

  —Under the reflection of the overhead light, something is falling rapidly from the roof. Judging from the blurred silhouette, it looks like two people, one big and one small!

  Ireland: "..." It is said that there are only three things to do, but Uzo actually needs to use the same trick four times... This is humiliation, naked humiliation!

   Fortunately, the building was too high this time, and the wind was blowing upwards along the building. The two people fell very slowly, and the people downstairs were not in danger for the time being.

  Ireland snorted coldly, and planned to walk away quickly, away from this dangerous area, and let the two Uzo tool men fall into meatloaf alone.

   But before he could look away from the sky, his arm suddenly felt cold—a slender needle broke through his clothes, pierced into the muscle, and suddenly pushed a stream of cold liquid.

   "?!"

  This sense of danger filled the alarm in Ireland's mind.

  He punched hard in that direction, and at the same time wanted to reach out to pull out the needle, but the person who stabbed him with the needle while he was looking at the sky jumped back nimbly and landed lightly, Ireland couldn't hit anything.