Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3748-3761 [Gin is slightly inferior] Requesting monthly votes o(〃'▽'〃)o
After finishing their conversation and hanging up the phone, the tourists looked at the bustling amusement park, eager to get started.

"Since I'm already here, I might as well try a few rides." He walked to the entrance of the water park and muttered to himself while queuing, "It's not that I'm greedy for fun, it's just that this way I can better blend into the crowd and pretend to be someone else."

Tourists lined up in the water park, watching the huge rides getting closer and closer, feeling great, thinking they should have done this a long time ago.

—If a tourist enters an amusement park but just wanders around with a backpack and doesn't ride any of the rides, wouldn't that make them look suspicious?
"Many facilities here require you to deposit your bags before using them. I was worried that there might be something dangerous in my bag, so I didn't dare to leave it with me, but... humph, it was just some smuggled goods."

Getting caught and only getting a fine is so undignified. Oh well, it's my first job, so I'll just treat it as a rehearsal.

The tourists' fantasies of becoming notorious thieves were shattered, and they instantly lost interest in their jobs, casually carrying their bags and beginning to focus on admiring the beautiful amusement park.

……

Near him, three other people had already lined up in a very harmonious manner.

In the distance, a pair of binoculars watched this peaceful scene, and for what seemed like the umpteenth time, it began to grit its teeth in anger.

While grinding his teeth, he whispered into the walkie-talkie, "Officer Shiratori, this is Miyazaki. The three of them... oops, I mean Officer Sato, that cute little girl, and that bastard with curly hair, they're queuing at the entrance of WaterWorld, they seem to want to go in and play."

Officer Shiratori stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and felt as if he had seen through everything. He laughed: "Heh, trying to create a suspension bridge effect with a water roller coaster to make Officer Sato fall in love with him? -- Such a little trick won't make Officer Sato's heart race, especially with a child who needs to be taken care of. My plan to take care of the brat has succeeded halfway after all. Never mind him, let them play."

The police officers gritted their teeth and watched the line slowly move forward. Finally, Officer Sato and that wretched curly-haired guy disappeared from their sight.

At the same time, a bespectacled elementary school student sneaked in through the still-open employee entrance.

"Damn it, where did it go?"

Conan chased after the suspicious delivery truck and tracked it all the way here.

Then he looked at the large group of staff members wearing the same uniforms, and at the various supplies and equipment being moved back and forth, and his head started to ache.

—We lost track of them.

"Those two were definitely acting strangely, and if I remember correctly, there seemed to be another group chasing him just now." Conan frowned. "What's going on at this amusement park today?"

As he was pondering this, his gaze suddenly swept across the entrance to the Water World, and he abruptly stopped.

—Officer Sato, Ai Haibara, and the suspicious curly-haired man walked in together.

A thought flashed through Conan's mind: "Those two staff members disappeared after running here, and this suspicious curly-haired guy in black also happened to come to Waterworld... Could there be some connection between the two?"

As with other times, Conan had absolutely no evidence at this moment.

But what evidence does the detective need?
"We're in the association phase now, not the verification phase. Make bold assumptions, verify carefully—only in this way can we take shortcuts and quickly get closer to the truth."

—And his past experience tells him that if he feels there's a problem, then there's probably a real problem.

Conan pondered deeply, "I remember this person said his surname was Kurosawa. Come to think of it, Mr. Kurosawa was once held hostage by Shuichi Akai on the bus."

"At the time, I felt that Shuichi Akai, who exuded an aura of organized crime, seemed very suspicious, but..."

But after going through a bunch of messy things, looking back, it turns out that Shuichi Akai is actually an FBI agent.

So, according to the simplistic theory that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the enemy of my friend is my enemy," Mr. Kurosawa's identity becomes highly questionable.

"Moreover, at the time, whether it was the robbers in the car, the bombs they brought, or the sniper rifle that almost pierced him, none of them could make him show any fear. No matter how you look at it, such a person could not possibly be just an ordinary unlucky citizen."

...This is a big problem!
Once doubts arise, the suspicious points will snowball and grow larger and larger.

“Speaking of which,” Conan noticed something else and muttered half-jokingly, “Judging from appearances alone, this Mr. Kurosawa is a complete man in black, even more so than Gin.”

After all, Gin doesn't wear sunglasses and has light-colored long hair. In terms of color alone, he can't compare to this man who wears sunglasses and has pure black hair.

“Even their names have ‘black’ in them.” Conan muttered to himself, then suddenly found it amusing. “What am I thinking? These external characteristics have absolutely nothing to do with their status in the Black Organization.”

However, regardless of the circumstances, now that Shuichi Akai has been cleared of suspicion, Mr. Kurosawa in front of us is highly suspicious.

"Why is he with Officer Sato...?"

Forget it, why think so much? I might as well just go and ask.

With that in mind, Conan pretended to be lost and headed straight for the three people.

……

Water World.

In the dimly lit employee corridor.

The two of them carried the boxes and huffed and puffed as they ran to the corner.

"Finally, we've shaken them off." The two men put the heavy box down temporarily and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks to that bear... but why did those guys want to catch it?"

The other man, equally exhausted and drenched in sweat, said while wiping his brow, "Who knows? Maybe the bear is carrying one of our accomplices, deliberately diverting attention—let's stop chatting, take a break, and hurry to the next location. If those people realize what's going on and come back to search the area, we'll be in trouble."

The informant scratched his head: "Where's the next place? We haven't received any further instructions from above; they're probably still studying the map..."

As they were chatting, the supervisor's voice rang out from around the corner: "You two are actually slacking off here? Stop slacking off and come over here to move some things!"

The two: "..."

Under the supervisor's stern gaze, they bent down and reached for the boxes on the ground, trying to slip through the cracks.

"Not this one!" The supervisor wasn't easily fooled. He didn't remember what was in this box, but he was certain it wasn't stage props. "Send over the props we urgently need for the performance first, we'll talk about the others later!"

"..."

The attempt to deceive failed.

The two informants exchanged a glance, and one asked the other: What should we do? Should we just pick up the box and run?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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