The Corpse Collector In Conan: Two thousand one hundred and thirty-nine [Hashimoto Maya·Evolution]?(???????)…

It’s around 2 o’clock late at night, in the bedroom area on the east side.

The landline phone in Maya Hashimoto's house suddenly rang.

Maya Hashimoto: "...?"

He stared at the unfamiliar number on the landline for two seconds. Instead of answering it, he took out his phone and took a look.

Finding that his mobile phone had power and signal, Maya Hashimoto immediately understood: based on experience, although he didn’t know what happened, once he picked up the call, it would probably mean a certain incident

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