Conan’s Corpse Picker

Although he was anxious about killing the congressman, he was not so anxious that he had to assassinate him immediately after the banquet.

Curacao's visit this time was actually a preview: she had no intention of doing anything illegal at this banquet, and at this time she also had a complete set of false identities that could withstand verification. The police pose no threat to her. As for the others, Curacao believed in her own skills. If someone wanted to harm her, it would not be difficult for her to avoid them in time to avoid death.

If Uzo is hostile to her, this incident can be used to prepare himself, which can be regarded as a rehearsal for future hostility.

It would be best if there was no hostility.

But think about Ireland and Bourbon...well, let's forget about Ireland first. That guy was Uzo who came to him on his own initiative. But Bourbon did nothing and was targeted for no reason. If Uzo were to target her like this, she would at least think of a way to deal with it in advance.

Curacao: "..." Speaking of which, what is the situation of the middle-aged man opposite Uzo?

Her mind returned to the scene.

Curacao glanced at the beer-bellied man in front of Jiang Xia from the corner of his eye. A series of information about the other party quickly passed through his mind, secretly guessing Uzuo's plan and possible methods.

——Did Uzo want President Ishimoto to kill someone and then hide the head in a beer belly to get away with it?

No, no, although Uzo had such a bad taste, she had read the information of all the participants in this banquet. At least judging from the physical examination, President Ishimoto’s beer belly is genuine and cannot be stuffed with anything else.

So what does Uzo want to do to him?

Curacao wants to observe his assassination target, which is the congressman. On the other hand, he couldn't take his attention away from Jiang Xia. It wasn't long before the banquet started and she was already a little tired.

Curacao: "..." It's better not to be distracted at this time. There's no need to kill the congressmen at the banquet anyway. Why don't we focus on Uzo's side first?

After establishing a new direction of observation, she finally reorganized her thoughts and continued her observation that she didn't know was useful.

…

Next to Jiang Xia.

President Ishimoto certainly didn’t take out anything strange from his stomach.

He gestured to the secretary behind him, who immediately understood. She lowered her head and rummaged through her wallet and took out an unsigned letter.

"That's it." The female secretary handed the letter to Jiang Xia, "Not long ago, our president received a threatening letter."

This letter is a little more professional than the letter Ito Tamanosuke used to defraud the members last night. It is not handwritten, but typed.

Opening the letter paper, you can see two lines of large characters written on it:

[You have no value in this world

I will definitely kill you. ]

There was no extortion of money or other demands, just such a sentence, which seemed like an imminent vendetta.

Suzuki Sonoko read the letter unconsciously in a low voice.

Curacao lowered his eyes after hearing her words: These clients really don't have long memories. How many of the people who asked Uzo to resolve the threatening letters are still alive? Either die or get in.

It seems that Uzo's target this time is probably President Ishimoto.

…

Conan was also reading the letter originally, but whether it was Jiang Xia, Mouri Kogoro, or even himself before becoming smaller, he had seen too many threatening letters.

So while listening to the secretary's words, his attention couldn't help but be a little distracted, and he intuitively turned his head to look at a tall man not far away.

The man was talking to a well-dressed middle-aged man in a custom-made suit and a high-end watch.

The middle-aged man also seemed to be a pampered boss, but at this time he kept bowing and nodding to the tall man opposite him who was younger than him, very flattering.

Although the tall man also smiled and looked very polite, he was very calm when facing the other person's nod and bow, and did not make any gesture in return. It was obvious that he was used to being flattered like this.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xia actually paid attention to his movements. While reading the letter, she glanced down at him.

Conan quietly pointed over there: "I'm wondering what that person does. He seems to have a very high status."

Conan is playing a Sherlock Holmes-style guessing game of "you'll know the other person's occupation when you meet him". Unfortunately, not all types of workers can recognize their identity at a glance, so they need to take a few more glances.

He was gradually getting an answer in his mind. But at this time, Jiang Xia glanced at the tall man, and then the correct answer was blurred on Conan's face: "Oh, that is, that is Representative Takada's secretary, we have met before."

Conan: "..."

...The next time you think about a problem, if you involve Jiang Xia, he will be a dog!

He silently took out the soundproof earplugs.

But then I thought about it, I guessed it all, and there was no use wearing this thing anymore. Conan silently put the earplugs back in again.

The tall man they were observing, or the parliamentary secretary, was taking out his wallet from his inner pocket, intending to exchange business cards with the middle-aged man opposite, but he accidentally took out a lighter from his pocket.

He knelt down and picked up the dropped things before continuing to hand over the business card.

The parliamentary secretary had a lively conversation with the middle-aged man, but Conan had completely lost interest in him.

"Looking at the bright side, I have actually guessed that it was a politician's secretary, but I just haven't had time to say it yet." Conan comforted himself in his heart, and soon he began to look for the next target of observation and speculation, " As long as I don’t tell anyone’s secrets and guess the opponent’s identity as soon as possible, I won’t lose!”

With this thought in mind, Conan's gaze shifted and fell on the corridor next to the venue.

There, a young man was wearing a pair of brown glasses, leaning against the entrance of the passage, silently observing everyone in the hall.

Regardless of his age, glasses or demeanor, this man was incompatible with the other guests busy socializing in the banquet hall. Conan couldn't help but frown as he looked at him.

This time, Jiang Xia just glanced over there and did not disturb the elementary school students' guessing game.

After all, there are customers waiting across the street, so we can’t let them sit idle for too long.

Jiang Xia then said casually: "I would like to ask, do you have any enemies recently?"

President Ishimoto shook his head: "Not at all! That's why I feel baffled."

Curacao, who was quietly listening in, said: "..." Hehe, everyone who has been killed by a vendetta will say this.

but……

She quickly ran through the president's information in her mind as if reading a picture book, and then frowned slightly in confusion: Although President Ishimoto has a fleshy face and dark skin, he doesn't look like a good person. But compared to other people in the banquet hall, he really didn't offend people very much, and he was barely behaved in business.