Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 1618

Chapter 1618 1618 [Assassination of Ireland]

Ireland gritted her teeth and looked over, seeing a woman in black wearing a strapless dress.

Under his murderous gaze, the young woman put away the needle in her hand, raised her hand to straighten out the headdress that was blown by the night wind, and walked towards him unhurriedly.

With Ireland’s keenness, he would not have been approached so easily.

But in the recent period, he was hit so many times by people falling from the building. All the fatal crises came from the top of his head. Even if it was just out of survival instinct, when standing next to the building, Ireland’s attention would inevitably be focused on the sky. , thereby ignoring the surroundings.

Although the woman in black in front of her is dressed in a fashionable dress, her appearance and temperament reveal a traditional gentleness. In addition, her exposed body lines are very soft, and there are no traces of trained muscles. The whole person seems to be easily knocked down with one hand… It is really difficult for such a weak lady to get close to the crowd. People who can recognize the characteristics of a killer have too much sense of crisis.

Because she doesn’t look like a killer at all.

…But what she was doing just now was exactly what a killer would do. Even the action of pricking the needle and then stepping away is far sharper than some real killers in the organization.

When Ireland realized that it was not good, he had been miserably recruited.

And something even more ominous has already happened—the woman in black walked up to him in a businesslike manner, and stretched out her hand to support him.

Her movements looked very gentle, like those kind juniors who helped the old man walk slowly. But only Ireland, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, knew what kind of terrifying power was contained in those delicate hands: this woman was not helping him to walk at all, but was holding his hand that was about to draw the gun while holding him. Retreat—return to the place where he escaped just now and where the faller intended to fall.

“The love letter I sent before seems to have been crumpled by you.” The woman in black suddenly spoke, her voice was very low, and her voice had a kind of peace that had nothing to do with her. But Ireland inexplicably heard some condemnation from it:

“Did you know that love letters and gifts are both precious thoughts. But on the other hand, if they are not handled properly… they can sometimes become a curse.”

Ireland’s chaotic brain began to spin with difficulty: “…a love letter? What love letter?”

After a second, he thought of the letter he had received before.

…But isn’t that a letter of war written by Wu Zuo imitating the love letter at the scene of the crime?

Wait, the letter is anonymous, so… Could it be that the letter was not written by Wu Zuo, but he asked the woman in front of him to send it on his behalf? ?

“It seems that there is a small problem in the communication between us.” The woman in black smiled softly, “I was thinking too much. If this is the case, then follow our previous agreement, see you on the plane tomorrow— If you are still alive after tonight, please come to the appointment on time.”

As she spoke, she pushed Ireland gently with her hand.

The effect of the medicine had already taken effect, Ireland couldn’t support his body at all, staggered backwards, and fell on his back with a thump.

He was lying on the ground, his eyes looking blankly at the sky—directly above him, two blurry shadows were falling from the top of the building one after the other, like the messenger of death getting closer.

…The same sentence, if you say it too much, you will often get tired of it.

But at this moment, Ireland still had a roar full of killing intent unavoidably.

—Uzo, this damned bastard, even if he has only one breath left, I must, must kill him!

…

A tall man suddenly fell on the street. People around quickly noticed the abnormality.

An enthusiastic passer-by approached and asked cautiously: “Hey, are you okay!”

Ireland really wanted to point its finger at the sky, and let this group of people quickly move themselves away from the place where the faller fell. But unfortunately, this action failed to be transformed into action in the end. He stared at a pair of murderous eyes and lost consciousness unwillingly.

…

The second floor of the crew building.

Okiya Subaru quietly hid behind the window, with half of his eyes peeking out from the gap in the curtains, watching this scene with unconcealed shock.

Okiya Subaru: “…” Although I already knew that Ireland would die in Uzo’s hands sooner or later, why did Uzo poison him in such a direct way in the street? This doesn’t fit this Yin…it doesn’t fit the usual behavior of this great script writer!

…Could it be that Ireland did something that made Uzo intolerable, causing the boss to lose interest in continuing to play with him, and did it directly?

Or… Or is this itself another play by Uzo, a high-end live stage play called “Secretary Uzo Kills Other Cadres without Authorization”?

Recalling the woman in black who attacked Ireland just now, Subaru Okiya’s face twitched slightly, a burst of pain: “…” Miss Misa—! You are such a loyal secretary, how did you provoke Wu Zuo? He actually asked you to come out to do such a thing.

Okiya Subaru raised his hand and wiped his face. After all, he had different feelings for this colleague who had saved him several times:

“Calm down, anyway, the matter has not reached the point of no return, as long as Miss Meisha is not photographed, she may not be silenced by the organization.

“As for the seriousness of murdering other cadres, this matter Uzo… Master Uzo should be able to handle it. So for Miss Meisha who was thrown on the stage, as long as she escapes now, there is probably a way to survive. The best escape route is …Um?”

Okiya Subaru was startled suddenly.

He looked at the crowd below and was stunned for a moment: …Where is Miss Meisha?

How could it disappear after a single mistake?

Okiya Subaru quickly searched the people downstairs with his eyes. However, even with his observation ability and the convenient overlooking angle, he couldn’t find where the woman in black went.

At this time, an enthusiastic passer-by voice came from downstairs: “The heartbeat, breathing, blood oxygen, etc. are all normal, and there is no smell of alcohol on him… I don’t know why this gentleman fell to the ground suddenly, maybe he was just too tired , want to sleep at the door?”

The crowd was also a little strange, talking out ideas in a hurry.

Okiya Subaru’s ears moved slightly, listening to the information about Ireland, he couldn’t believe it: “…” Didn’t die?

He froze briefly.

After a while, I finally came back to my senses: “…” Maybe this is not some killer move against Ms. Meisha, but just another drama of Uzo, and Ms. Meisha is like the most central staff member in front of and behind the stage, One master and one servant cooperate tacitly, and there is no need for the layman who has just joined the group to worry about it.

Okiya Subaru retracted to his original place and hid silently.

At the same time, thinking of what happened just now, a question mark could not help popping up in his mind: If it wasn’t for killing people, why did Uzo let Ireland lie dead in the street?

Although he felt very wrong in his heart, at this time, Okiya Subaru found out in despair: After knowing that he would not be involved in the case for a short time, he actually started to be curious about Uzo’s drama.

(end of this chapter)