Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3805, page 3819: [Gin: I'm not face-blind]

The others who were climbing the mountain were unaware of the gaze coming from a distant hotel.

Conan and Rena Mizunashi seemed to sense something and simultaneously looked up in the direction of the hotel.

But from this distance, all they could see was a brand new building. Other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

The two of them didn't think much of it: one was a suspicious undercover agent, and the other was an even more suspicious detective. Every day from morning till night, they would have a dozen or so flashes of inspiration, some of which came true, but most of the time it was just their own overreaction.

After climbing the mountain, the group finally entered the hotel.

……

The receptionist at the Wufeng Hotel was a young man dressed as a waiter.

Seeing four or five people dragging suitcases in, he paused for a moment, then flipped through the reservation list with a puzzled look: it seemed like he hadn't received any similar reservations today.

While I was wondering to myself, the receptionist asked very professionally, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"No." Rena Mizunashi suddenly remembered something, her eyes lighting up. "Do you have a private car service—the kind that can take people to the nearest station?"

The receptionist smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry, we don't offer that service at the moment."

Around the corner, Vodka, who had just arrived downstairs, sneered upon hearing this: "..." She had a flat tire with Uzo and was still fantasizing about leaving on the way? This woman is so naive... But her voice sounds a bit familiar.

The receptionist was unaware of the customer eavesdropping and asked Mizunashi Rena, "How many rooms do you need?"

Just as Rena Mizunashi was about to speak, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if she were being scrutinized by something extremely dangerous.

She frowned, recalling the strange feeling during the climb and the coincidentally damaged tire, and changed the subject, saying, "Let's book a suite."

She had a vague premonition that this tire blowout and subsequent move-in might not be as simple as she had imagined.

If that's the case, it's best not to separate from these students. That way, if something happens, you can at least keep an eye on them.

Around the corner, Vodka, who had already shrank back, covered his mouth, not daring to laugh next to Gin. He wiped his face vigorously, his expression quickly returning to normal.

He recognized it by now: the person with Uzo was actually Kiel.

"No wonder I thought this unlucky woman looked familiar on the mountain road. Ah, this woman, Uzo finally caught her after all." Vodka clicked his tongue inwardly.
"Who told her to approach Ms. Yoko so casually and act like a best friend? Now look what's happened, someone else is approaching you just like you approached Ms. Yoko."

Vodka was initially gloating, but then paused for a moment: Wait, does that mean that the lovely, innocent, and naive Yoko might get caught up in some bad things because of Kir?
Furthermore, what's even more troublesome is that Kiel is no small fry; she's a legitimate codenamed officer, a ruthless person who, even when tortured and having her limbs broken by an undercover agent, could still bite the agent hard without revealing any intelligence.

If such a person becomes Uzo's tool...

Vodka's legs twitched, and he had a faint urge to leave quickly and disappear from everyone's sight before anything happened.

...However, unfortunately, he did not come alone this time.

He came with Gin.

Whether or not to leave, and whether or not they can leave, is entirely up to Gin. In other words, to avoid Uzo and Gil, Gin must avoid Uzo's attacks...

Vodka, unwilling to give up, secretly glanced to the side.

Then, as if in a flash, I realized that my older brother really had no intention of running away.

After a moment's hesitation, Vodka whispered a reminder: "Brother, the woman next to Uzo looks like Gil."

“I’m not blind.” Gin actually recognized him this time, and he sensed something unspoken in his words. His sinister gaze fell on Vodka. “Do you also think I’m face-blind?”

"Of course not!" Vodka broke out in a cold sweat. "I was just not sure myself and wanted to confirm with you."

Gin snorted coldly, and regardless of whether he believed it or not, he was somewhat satisfied with this sensible attitude.

However, the thought that he was mistaken for being face-blind, all because of that guy a dozen meters away, and the murderous aura emanating from him, made him linger again.

At the counter, Sonoko Suzuki suddenly noticed that Enka seemed to be in a much better mood.

"Does Jiang Xia prefer suites to individual rooms?" Suzuki Sonoko quickly noted down this point.

However, the receptionist apologized, saying, "We are currently in the trial operation phase, and the suites are not yet open to the public. We will arrange a few single rooms for you first."

Rena Mizunashi's plan failed.

She sighed, inexplicably thinking of those main characters in horror movies who would break up for various reasons, but could only nod: "Then I'll trouble you."

After checking them in at the front desk and receiving their room key, we prepared to take them to their room.

Ran Mouri picked up her luggage and was about to leave when she felt something was missing from her feet. She looked around and raised her voice slightly, "Conan? Where did you go?"

……

"This is so cool..."

At the same time, Conan was muttering to himself on the other side of the hall.

Similar to Rena Mizunashi, he also suddenly had a chilling feeling, as if something terrible was lurking in this hotel.

Unlike Rena Mizunashi, Conan is much more proactive. When he realized this, he pretended to be a child, wandering around aimlessly, and strolled off in a direction that struck him as odd.

Then Conan walked through a long corridor, passed the stairs, and arrived at a beautiful exhibition hall.

The showroom was a huge sunroom, with several different models of cars parked inside.

Conan's eyes were immediately drawn to the exhibit: all of them were limited-edition vintage sports cars!
If there was only one, he might have been able to remain calm, but here, one antique sports car after another appeared...

"You're running around again!" Just as we were enjoying the view, a voice came from the side. Ran Mouri sighed, "How many times have I told you? You're just a child; when you're outside, you need to stay with us!"

Conan, who had a lot of feelings to express, pointed to a car in the driveway when he saw the audience arrive: "Look, a Jaguar XK120! — This elongated front and beautiful fenders make it look like a jaguar. This is the model that every Jaguar collector wants most!"

"And this one! The Mercedes 300SL Gullwing, as the name suggests, resembles a seagull's wings. Look at this open door, doesn't it look like a seagull spreading its wings?"