Conan's corpse picker

Chapters 3765 and 3778 [Gin's Hobbies] Requesting monthly votes ()

Despite his disappointment, Vodka didn't waste the intelligence he'd bought for a mere penny. He tidied up his computer and diligently hacked into the surveillance cameras at Dorobiga Park.

“Bourbon’s experiences do offer some lessons in some ways,” Vodka thought to himself, recalling the browsing time of the members of the Strangers Mutual Aid Association. “Besides, Gin seems to enjoy watching Bourbon suffer more than anyone else…”

Every time Bourbon suffers a major setback, Gin spends more time on this mini-program than usual.

After a moment's thought, Vodka understood the reason: before Jiangxia was Uzo, Bourbon had mocked Gin about Jiangxia's affiliation and abilities.

So although Gin rarely speaks in the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, he always enjoys watching the scenes where "Bourbon is manipulated by his self-proclaimed subordinates" whenever they appear.

"He really holds a grudge," Vodka thought to himself, then quickly corrected himself, "I mean, Gin has a really good memory! Unwavering and true to his original aspirations!"

……

The dessert museum is shaped like a tray – with a flat, circular garden below and a hemispherical transparent curtain wall above.

With this secluded, idyllic isolation, the commotion outside didn't have a significant impact on the garden's interior.

"There are so many more things to do at the dessert shop today than in the brochure! They even have fireworks!" Sonoko Suzuki muttered, her cheeks puffed out, as she ate the mountain of desserts piled up in front of her.

"But why release it during the day, and at such a high frequency? Shanda is indeed a grand company, but it won't last long before it ends."

Officer Sato glanced at the fireworks exploding in mid-air, a memory stirred within him, and he frowned slightly.

Suddenly she remembered something, turned to look at the curly-haired man next to her, looked at him for a while, and then suddenly smiled.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Its hand, resting on the bench, subtly nudged Jiang Xia: "Sato's smile is so eerie! You should check what's wrong with her."

Jiang Xia turned to look at it, then at Officer Sato, whose smile was unusually complicated. After pondering for a while, she gave Matsuda Jinpei a smile that was 99% identical to the original.

Matsuda Jinpei, caught between the two: "..."

It wanted to shiver, but under Jiang Xia's gaze and for the sake of "Uzo's" image, it forced itself to hold it back.

Beside her, Sonoko Suzuki remained oblivious to the subtle movements. Just as she had predicted, the spectacular fireworks display overhead quickly ended, and her attention immediately returned to the delicious cake on the table. She continued what she had been saying:
"Besides fireworks, there are more kinds of desserts than in the brochure—like the glass candy from the Candy Magician. Although it's also in the brochure, it's much rougher than what we see here. That Candy Magician lady has really improved a lot."

"And Conan made that wooden cake. I didn't expect them to add an interactive element—but this random selection method is too primitive. Why not sell some interactive tickets? At least it should be a lottery! That would be fair."

Thinking of the cake prince who completely ignored her and only interacted with the children, Sonoko Suzuki felt a surge of resentment: Why wasn't she chosen! She was the first to raise her hand!

Just then, a cheerful voice came from the side: "You guys are here."

Jiang Xia turned around and saw the "Cake Prince" carrying a piece of wooden stake cake as he walked over.

The cake lying on the tray looked like a horizontal log, with natural bark texture and notches for branches, covered with a few chocolate leaves—compared to the cake base, it was now a complete work of art, showing no trace of the damage Conan had caused.

Under Sonoko Suzuki's resentful gaze, the "Cake Prince" placed the tray in front of Conan and smiled at the lucky little spectator: "This is the cake you just made. I decorated it for you—how is it? Do you like it?"

Conan looked at the drastically changed cake. Although he didn't particularly like it, he still nodded: at least technically, this cake prince was indeed quite skilled.

Not only was it decorated, but the cake prince also thoughtfully cut the log cake into slices so that it would be easy for a group of people to share.

Sonoko Suzuki unceremoniously stuck a piece in.

Just as I was about to taste it, a terrified scream suddenly rang out from the direction of the dessert shop.

"?!" Sonoko Suzuki's hand trembled, and she bit into her fork.

With a clatter, she covered her mouth, looked up, and mumbled through her teary eyes, "Someone's dead?!"

Several tourists at the next table looked at her in surprise: "Young lady, your thinking is quite frightening—couldn't it be that you were robbed or accidentally fell down?"

Sonoko Suzuki was too lazy to argue with them: "..." Hmph, inexperienced guys—I've heard similar sounds so many times, do you think I don't know if it's a dead person or a robbery?

Detectives and police officers react even faster.

Jiang Xia stood up and ran towards the dessert shop with Officer Sato and Conan.

Matsuda Jinpei also wanted to run, but remembering the elegant villains in the TV series, he could only stand up and walk slowly towards the confectionery shop as if he were taking a stroll.

As he walked, he sighed to himself: Ghosts are so convenient. Wherever he wanted to go, he could just grab onto Jiang Xia's shoulder and get straight to his destination—just like his current colleagues.

In the corner, Hashimoto Maya glanced at the terrified crowd, then at the curly-haired man strolling gracefully through the running flow of people, and sighed, "As expected of Lord Uzo, walking so leisurely, isn't he afraid of being mistaken for the murderer..."

However, with Jiang Xia around, as long as Wu Zuo didn't actually kill anyone, he wouldn't be imprisoned—detectives need evidence.

"It seems my previous thinking was roughly correct. Mr. Jiang Xia is indeed a very important part of the stage... Speaking of which, who exactly died at the Dessert Museum?"

Although she already had some guesses, Hashimoto Maya, like the other onlookers, moved in that direction to see if there was anything that would require the use of "Watson".

……

Inside the dessert shop.

Jiang Xia opened the door and saw the Candy Magician and the Tough Guy Cake Seller standing blankly not far from the entrance.

The candy magician covered his eyes in fear, turning away and not daring to look ahead. The tough-guy cake maker also closed his eyes, looking as if he couldn't bear to watch.

"What happened here?" Jiang Xia asked routinely as she ran to the two of them.

Looking down, I saw a middle-aged woman in a suit skirt lying face down on the floor in the corner, with documents scattered around her.

There was a pool of blood under her head, and she was completely still, appearing to be dead.

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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