Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3800, 3814: [Jiang Xia, you talk like Uzo]

Amuro Tooru looked at the message that Jiang Xia had sent to Officer Shiratori, scrutinizing it repeatedly, his brows gradually furrowing: This tone... had a strange sense of déjà vu.

There was a dangerous and unpleasant aura about it.

The thought flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared, startling him: Uzo! When that bastard wrote him all sorts of invitations to treacherous banquets, he seemed to often use similar wording!
An email from Jiang Xia to Shiratori was sent in Uzo's voice... What's going on?!
A hypothesis that had been ruled out several times, yet still sent chills down his spine whenever he thought about it, resurfaced in Amuro Tooru's mind.

Just then, a low chuckle drifted from the side, and a deep, rhythmic male voice slowly said, "Don't worry, I was just playing a little joke on you."

"?!" Amuro Tooru suddenly stood up, almost drawing his gun. He turned around and saw that the source of the sound was not the black-clad, curly-haired man who had accidentally touched him from behind, but an ordinary television in the corner.

On the television screen was a dark and desolate vampire castle. To Amuro Tooru's astonishment, a man, presumably the castle's owner, slowly descended the stairs, stopped in front of a bloodied corpse, and then bent down and pulled a bottle of bright red ketchup from the pool of blood.

The somber music abruptly changed, and the elegant and composed castle owner abruptly threw off his cloak, picked up the bottle of ketchup, and continued the advertisement from where it left off.

Toru Amuro: "..."

His eye twitched, he grabbed the remote control next to him, and slammed down the channel changer: What kind of nonsense is this! The bastard who came up with this ad should spend all day in an amusement park dressed as a mascot!

However, this made Amuro Tooru suddenly realize who Jiang Xia's tone resembled.

Perhaps it's not that Jiang Xia resembles Uzo. Rather, it's that both of them have a bit of a translator's tone—based on Jiang Xia's past behavior, Amuro Tooru felt he had reason to suspect that this high school detective, who often imitated cool moves, had been corrupted by the chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) commercials on TV.

"But what about Uzo? He couldn't possibly be copying advertisements too... No, it should be the other way around. Perhaps it's not that he's like the advertisements, but that the advertisements are like him—maybe it's because he's lived abroad for many years, and his word order and phrasing have been influenced by foreign languages, which is why he has this way of speaking now."

This aligns perfectly with Amuro Tooru's earlier assumption: if someone like Uzo, who thrives on chaos, had been in Tokyo all along, there's no way he would have only heard of him in the last few months.

Therefore, he must have been transferred from another place—now we can specify this conjecture as foreign countries.

"To be honest, Matsuda can be quite chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur) at times, but he doesn't usually speak like this..."

In other words, even if Matsuda is still alive, he probably isn't the mysterious and dangerous Uzo.

Amuro Tooru thought to himself and continued flipping through the pages.

In any case, he had already verified many times whether Jiang Xia was Wu Zuo or not.

This mysterious text message, just like Jiang Xia said by the lake, was probably meant to trick the police into not interfering so that he could arrest and question the person himself.

When people lie, they feel guilty, so their choice of words and sentence structure becomes particularly complicated... Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru silently memorized this tone: If Jiang Xia uses this tone again in the future, then he should be more careful.

……

The police are very busy.

The police are even busier.

Vodka was also busy—organizing his anti-Uzbek manual and Uzbek files.

Meanwhile, on Theater Island, Hashimoto Maya, who had also experienced an extraordinary day as one of Uzo's subordinates, certainly did not dare to slack off.

After several months of effort, Theater Island is now taking shape: the theater on the island, where many murders have occurred, has been moved here brick by brick exactly as Lord Uzo requested.

Centered around it, Hashimoto Maya also built a movie theater specializing in horror films, a ghost town filled with all sorts of haunted houses, and all sorts of similar things. Now that the island's infrastructure is largely complete, it's time to consider how to fill it with software.

"What should we do next? Now that the island is built, shouldn't we invite some celebrities to come and promote it?"

Maya Hashimoto stared at her laptop, deep in thought.

In terms of publicity, he really had no talent: members of the Black Organization did make public appearances, but most of them were originally public figures who gradually became members of the organization later.

As for Hashimoto Maya, who started from the periphery and was originally a medical student, although she is not completely clueless about hype, she doesn't really have much of an advantage.

He's probably more adept at avoiding hype.

However, after a moment of worry, Hashimoto Maya quickly calmed down.

Money makes the world go round. Lord Uzo provided ample funds, and with enough money, he could easily invite a few celebrities and generate publicity.

Let's make a list first!

It's already a bit late to contact the agency at this point.

Hashimoto Maya didn't rush to make contact. Instead, she turned on her computer and did some research to brush up on her knowledge of the entertainment industry, so she wouldn't be completely clueless when the time came.

"The most popular artist in the country."

Hashimoto Maya muttered to herself as she typed in the keywords and pressed Enter.

With a snap, various rankings refreshed on the screen. Hashimoto Maya casually clicked on one of the rankings and looked at the person at the top—Kinoshita Yoko.

Sweet, cute, popular, good-tempered, unmarried, and without any scandals...

Hashimoto Maya abruptly closed the page.

The conditions are too poor, next one!
"Lord Uzo certainly didn't build this theater island just so that everyone could sing together in harmony. In this respect, I have to admit that I have a lot to learn from that bespectacled brat."

That cunning first-grader always deliberately picks out people with bad tempers to talk to, and before they know it, he's snatched away their sales—like today's dessert shop manager who appears gentle and polite on the surface, but is actually short-tempered and likes to yell at his employees.

"By the same token, for celebrities... we should prioritize those with bad tempers and a lot of scandals."

After changing a few keywords, Hashimoto Maya pressed the search button again. This time, the people she found were clearly closer to Lord Uzo's preferences than before.

"That little rascal really knows his stuff... Damn it, have I really sunk to the point where I have to learn from an elementary school student?"

Hashimoto Maya felt a mix of relief and envy: "That bespectacled brat's ability to judge people is too strong. Even I didn't realize at first that the dessert shop manager had such a bad temper in private."

Conan, on the other hand, tried to stick to the other person as soon as he saw them for the first time—at that time, the female shop manager was even bending down to talk to the curly-haired brat in a very friendly manner.

"There's really nothing we can do about talent. How can a six or seven-year-old child be so compatible with Lord Uzo? Could there really be such a thing as a born evil in this world?"

While sighing, Hashimoto Maya could only focus more on her current work and began to carefully list the artists she planned to invite.