Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 2535 [Old acquaintance]

Judy sighed: "You Tokyo people are so conservative..."

The two of them sat down on the seats next to each other while talking. In the sight of no one, the murderous aura of apples and French fries collided fiercely, and the aroma filled the entire carriage.

Jiang Xia breathed in the sweet air, leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, and at the same time touched the shivering mushroom next to him to comfort it.

Sitting in another seat not far away, Conan fell silent after observation: his previous feeling was indeed not an illusion - the relationship between these two suspicious persons seemed a little subtle, at least they did not look like companions.

In the strange atmosphere, the passengers took their seats one by one.

Suddenly, Conan's eyes paused and fell on a tall man wearing a windbreaker, a mask and a knitted hat.

——Just now, when Judy and Dr. Arata were chatting with them, this tall passenger took the opportunity to walk past the crowd and quietly walked to the last row and sat down.

Conan: "..." Wait, this, isn't this that guy! Although his face is mostly covered by a mask and a hat, it's not difficult to guess his identity just by looking at his outstanding height and that iconic knitted hat... Why is this guy also in the car? !
Where dangerous people gather, there is often no peace.

Conan couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis. He looked at the children who were traveling happily and felt worried.

For a few seconds, he really wanted to ask Professor Agasa and the children to get out of the car immediately, and he, a brave lone ranger, would stay in the car alone, and then quietly follow these suspicious people after they got off the car... But then he thought, based on the personalities of those children, if he really did that, they would definitely ask "why" over and over again, which would attract the attention of the suspicious people.

"Forget it." Conan sighed, "It's just a short trip together, it shouldn't be a big problem."

The passengers each had their own anxieties, but in the end, they did not leave for various reasons.

The bus, carrying people with different thoughts, closed its doors and started heading to the next stop.

……

As soon as the door was closed, all kinds of murderous aura suddenly became more mellow.

The leisurely psychic suddenly became busy, poking this ghost, directing that one, urging them to work harder. At the same time, he also taught the ghosts to be frugal and not to discriminate against the smell of smoke and murderous aura - as long as it was murderous aura, he would take it back first, and decide who to give it to later.

As he was muttering, he suddenly felt something was wrong: How could there be no ghosts who were attracted by the murderous smell of cigarettes? Wasn't there a ghost who liked it very much?

Turning around and carefully counting his ghosts, Jiang Xia suddenly understood - there was a ghost that was actually oblivious to the murderous aura in the car. It was sticking to the glass window, looking upwards with great effort, and was even trying to squeeze out of the window.

"..."

Jiang Xia pretended to brush off the dust, reached out over Haibara Ai, and pulled back Matsuda Jinpei who was halfway through: Why are you running around? Is there a higher level of murderous aura outside the window?
The captured ghost was unusually anxious, and was held in the air and tried to flutter towards the window. But when it found that it was held by the medium's two fingers and could not float, it turned around and muttered to itself about the situation.

"Just now a car passed by on the overpass. Did you vaguely sense your old classmate from it?" Jiang Xia was startled, and looked upward expectantly, trying to find the murderous aura of coffee, but soon withdrew his gaze in disappointment, "No, you must have seen it wrong."

"...Another classmate?" Jiang Xia then remembered that Matsuda Jinpei did have many dead police elite friends. He suddenly realized something and sat up a little straighter. "Which one are you talking about?"

...Could it be that today is a day of great luck and there is a ghost baby to be found?

Jiang Xia temporarily shifted his attention away from the murderous aura on the bus, summoned Mist Tengu and Mermaid, and asked these two fastest flying ghosts to run and tie... run and invite their companions to come and have a chat.

Unfortunately, the two ghosts left for a while and came back empty-handed.

——After following the direction pointed by Matsuda Jinpei, they caught up with a moving car.

There was a middle-aged man who looked a bit sloppy in the car. There were no ghosts around him, only a few leg-pulling shikigami hanging on his legs. One of the shikigami was made of material like cold noodles, which was very slippery. The mermaid and the mist tengu tried to pull it down, but they couldn't pull it at all. In addition, the car was driving further and further away, so they finally gave up the kidnapping plan and returned regretfully.

"A slightly sloppy middle-aged man..."

While Jiang Xia continued to release the ghosts to absorb the murderous aura, he remembered one thing: as far as he could remember, Matsuda Jinpei and his childhood friend named Hagiwara Kenji died at the hands of the same bomber a few years ago... Although he didn't know how Matsuda Jinpei recognized his familiar ghost from such a distance, since the ghost in question said so, it was probably correct.

"Come to think of it, when it used a bad check to trick Matsuda Jinpei into signing the contract, it seemed that the request it made was to punish the bomber..."

As he thought about it, the psychic's conscience quietly ached: Calculating the time, now it has passed... a month or two has passed, and the bomber that the police had been looking for has not yet arrived. But if you count it this way, it doesn't seem like too long?
Jiang Xia looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was burying his head in cigarettes and smelling murderous intent, and cleared his throat guiltily: It's not that I deliberately withheld wages, it's just that I really didn't meet him before. And now that I've met him, I guess it won't be long before he commits suicide... It's not a big problem, I'll catch him sooner or later.

Thinking of this, he wrote down the license plate number that the mermaid and Mist Tengu had just seen, and turned his attention back to the bus - in addition to the bomb that just passed by, the bomb in front of him was also worthy of vigilance.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the bus start again, and two passengers stretched their shoulders and stood up.

"Huh?" Several children who were excited about the trip noticed the movement of their fellow passengers and looked over curiously.

"Haha!" Kojima Motota laughed out loud, "Look, they've put on their ski suits so early. They must be so impatient. They must seldom ski, so they're so excited."

If it were any other time, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya might not have been able to help but chime in.

However, at this moment, his eyes twitched slightly, and he raised his hand and slapped Kojima Genta on the mouth: Don't talk about others in public, this is not what a good child would do!
Kojima Genta: “Hmmmm?”

The movement of the two children alarmed the others. Conan temporarily turned his attention away from the suspicious people and looked at the two passengers who suddenly stood up. He was slightly startled as he watched.

Conan: “…” Not to mention the ski suits, why did these two people even wear goggles to cover their faces?

(End of this chapter)