Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1029 1029 [The game is over] Ask for a monthly pass o(〃'▽'〃)o
"as you wish."

"Professor Moriarty" was not surprised by her wish, and raised his hand to press the button on the table.

Then, with the attitude of finishing work, he said politely: "Then, see you by fate."

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking "Moriarty" on the opposite side: "Are you human?"

Jiang Xia was startled.

Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was swearing, or simply said a question sentence, the game process was over, and the consciousness of several high school students who had been pulled to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.

In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "..."

...it should be an interrogative sentence.

Anyway, Jiang Xia is Jiang Xia, and "Moriarty" is "Moriarty", so it's not a big problem.He shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and quickly returned to his body.

……

A few seconds later, Jiang Xia opened his eyes on the bed.

He yawned and wanted to turn over to catch up on sleep.

However, Jiang Xia glanced at Noah inadvertently, and was stunned for a moment, and slowly sat up: "...what's the matter with you?"

——Originally, Noah looked like a group of crystal clear crystal balls.

However, at this time, there were traces of impurities in this ghost ball.It's like an insoluble mist trapped in water.

Noah looked down at himself, also surprised.

After a while, it took a closer look at its physical condition, and said hesitantly, "It seems to be the murderous aura after using it."

——As a ghost, when running the "game", its fuel is of course all kinds of murderous intent.

It may be because of eating too much at one time, the murderous aura has undergone some wonderful changes, accumulated in the body, and turned into this white mist.

……

It was the first time Jiang Xia saw such a strange thing.

He stared at Noah and pondered for a moment, grabbed the ghost, rubbed and rubbed it, and tried to get those white mist-like things out of Noah's body—in any case, clean up the ghost first.

After rubbing for a few minutes, when Noah was rubbed into mosquito-repellent eyes, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hands.

——Although it was not completely cleaned up, he drew out a wisp of "white mist".

After leaving Noah's body, the "fog" did not disappear, but lay quietly in Jiang Xia's hands.

The fluffy strands are exactly the same as Murderous Qi, only the color is completely different.

Jiang Xia: "..." Theoretically speaking, this seems to be the product of the murderous aura after it has been run, and it should be of little value.

However, they look too murderous...

Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but leaned out, fumbled in the bedside table, and found a box of ghost mint that hadn't been involved in murder.

He tore off the airtight package above, and tentatively brought the wisps of "white mist" closer.

In the next second, the mist entered the cigarette case quickly and merged into the ghost mint like a murderous aura.

The ghosts gathered beside Jiang Xia, looking up at the scene curiously.

……

Filled with the strange "white mist", there are only two cigarettes.

Jiang Xia knocked out one from the cigarette case, took a close look at it in his hand, and sniffed it closely, but found nothing unusual.

So he decided to practice his true knowledge, and he glanced at the ghosts in a circle: "Try it?"

...Anyway, "White Mist" is just a product of murderous energy, no matter how it changes, its nature should be similar.At most, it will feel choking after you click on it, and it will be fine to kill it when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia touched the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

The moment the fire ignited, a vortex appeared out of thin air. Wu Tiangou was floating nearby to watch, but was caught off guard at this moment. It flapped its wings and bumped into the smoke.

Jiang Xia was startled, quickly reached out and pulled the ghost aside.

Wutiangou fluttered its wings in horror. Jiang Xia carried it like a chicken, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief—except for being a little frightened and looking a little weak, there was nothing wrong with it.

……

However, on the other side of the collision, there seemed to be some changes.

Jiang Xia looked down at the burning smoke in her hand.

Originally wanted to snuff out this strange smoke.

But before acting, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly paused.

At some point, the appearance of that cigarette changed.

——Originally, it looked like an ordinary handmade cigarette, with white paper rolls from the beginning to the end.

But now, the color of the smoke has turned into black.At the position of the cigarette butt, there are some more light-colored gold lines, and a few strokes outline a pair of closed wings.

"..."

Jiang Xia stared at the cigarette that suddenly became handsome, and stared intently for a second or two...

After a while, he brought the cigarette to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and took a puff curiously.

Then he was choked by a strange smell: "Ahem——"

Compared with the light plant aroma before, the smoke at this time is like lighting a handful of feathers, with a strong smell, like sniffing a campfire at close range.

Jiang Xia frowned and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray beside her, just about to drink some water.

But as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt a weight on his back, as if something heavy was added.

Almost at the same time, the ghosts whispered in shock.

Jiang Xia: "..."

Jiang Xia: "?"

He froze on the spot for a moment, then turned his head silently.

A pair of pitch-black wings came into view.As Jiang Xia turned her head, her wings fluttered in shock.

While flapping, Jiang Xia felt his body lighten, and even left the ground for a short moment.

"...???" Jiang Xia turned her hand back, pinched her own wings, and pulled them to her eyes for a closer look, "What is this?!"

Wutiangou stared at him blankly, then looked back behind him, and flapped his wings in confusion: its wings were still there.

Matsuda looked at the strange cigarette with her chin held up, and then at Jiang Xia's wings.

After thinking for a moment, it floated to the side of the ashtray. Before the cigarette was completely extinguished, he took a sip, then turned his head and looked behind him.

Two Shikigami suddenly flew out from Jiang Xia's direction, slammed into the back of Matsuda Jinping, twisted and melted into the shape of wings.

Matsuda Zhenhei's eyes lit up, he patted it, and flew up leisurely.

Then after flying half a meter away, Jiang Xia "slapped" him.

"..." Jiang Xia took this new ghost who had the courage to try, looked at it for a moment, and vaguely understood something.

He threw the ghost aside, touched his wings with his backhand, pressed the root of the wing, and then patted the surface of the wing, realizing the problem.

——It's not that he grew wings, but that the puppet clay formed this kind of thing very naturally after inhaling the murderous aura.

Moreover, it is different from the things he made out of puppet clay on his own initiative - the wings that Jiang Xia made by himself in the past, except for their good looks, have no flying effect at all.

But the current "wings" have the flying characteristics of Wutiangou.

(End of this chapter)