Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 717 The Risk of the Former Leader
The body search was finally over, and the regretful sighs of the ghosts came from outside the window.

Jiang Xia was actually a bit regretful in his heart. He knew that he should have prepared more fragmentary small weapons, and armed the Matsuda brand puppet from head to toe. In this way, if Vodka found one, he would be shocked, and if he found another, he would be shocked again. One jump... Maybe the time has been delayed for a long time, not only the amount of murderous vodka has increased sharply, but there will also be additional output from the side of gin.

……

After confirming that Xitu was unarmed, Gin let him into the car.

The vehicle left the open space by the river and drove to a factory a few kilometers away.It looked like a run-down chemical factory, where gin was often destroyed.

After the car restarted.

Jiang Xia looked at the subordinate puppet sitting next to him, and then at the gin in the front row, hesitating a little.

At this time, Jiang Xia realized that her interview experience was actually not very rich - part-time jobs are usually replaced by Toru Amuro and go directly there, and variety shows are mostly introduced by Ms. , was the Amuro Detective Agency who sneaked into the Amuro Detective Agency by cheating and deceiving in Amuro Tona.

But now, I'm afraid I can't refer to that experience...

Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then poked Matsuda Jinping: [Why don't you follow the process first and introduce yourself? ]
Communication between ghosts and psychics can be done through something like telepathy.

Matsuda Jinpei looked away from Gin, feeling that the young psychic master was too concerned about the process and ignored a small problem: [They can't understand what I said]
Jiang Xia actually planned to take advantage of the chaos to hang up the main body, and he possessed himself to introduce himself.

But think about it and forget it. Tonight, as a middleman, he can't hang up from the beginning to the end.And it would be strange if the dummy Xitu sometimes spoke very fluently, and sometimes didn't say a word, switching states too quickly.

Before he could figure out how to conduct the interview, the interviewer spoke first.

Qin Jiu suddenly shook his phone towards the back row.

Taking a closer look, there was a piece of news on the interface—it was a report about the former head of the circus who was involved in a vendetta and was unfortunately killed by a falling object.But it wasn't the one Jiang Xia sent him, but other reports of the same case.

Although Gin is not a professional intelligence officer, he is good at everything as he holds several positions.When receiving this kind of information, I also used to draw inferences to confirm it, and found other information to check.

Then I came across a photo by accident.

The reporters here have always had the habit of reporting the death of the deceased in the newspaper.Of course there is in this report.Among the news that Gin Jiu found, there was a photo of the unlucky deceased with crowds of onlookers in the background.

After zooming in, it can be seen that Xitu is also among the onlookers—although he doesn't show his face, but the natural curly hair is quite characteristic, and coupled with the frame of the same sunglasses, there is reason to guess that this is him.

Although there is no tangible evidence, many times the organization does not need tangible evidence.

Qin Jiu put away his phone with a sneer, but he didn't speak to the newcomer who was photographed, but to Jiang Xia:

"This new 'weapon' of yours is also involved in the murder plan of that circus master, such as luring people there at a specific time and place... Do you dare to use something that has killed the master?"

Jiang Xia waved his hand indifferently: "It was the head of the regiment who was blind. He held the knife on the blade. How could he blame the knife if his hand was broken? Besides, he didn't use proper means to tame his subordinates. It's like the old story The mahout in the village tied the young elephant with a thin iron chain, hoping that the young elephant would form a mindset after many attempts to break free, and would still succumb to the thin iron chain when it grew up... Now the young elephant is really When the elephant grows up, the mahout's ability is still only enough to provide a thin iron chain, but the adult elephant is not as obedient as he imagined, but broke free from the chain and trampled him to death—— In terms of nature, this is not called killing the master, but it is not forgetting the original intention, which is worthy of praise."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xia's tone suddenly paused.

Then, as if he realized that he had slipped his tongue, his eyes drifted out of the car window, he cleared his throat, and patched up as if nothing had happened:
"Of course, I was just making an analogy. In fact, the death of the leader can only be blamed on his own bad luck. Killing the master is even more nonsense. Xitu was still his subordinate at the time, and it was reasonable to appear near the murder scene. Maybe that day they made an appointment to play games together on the street... right." He pushed his arm against Matsuda Jinhei next to him, as if he was dissatisfied with this subordinate's taciturnity, "Speak up."

Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"

Really need him to talk?Do you want to mutter in a ghostly tone...

He glanced at Jiang Xia and then again, hesitatingly preparing to speak.Perhaps what Jiang Xia meant was to ask him to say a few words like a dumb person to explain the situation...

But Jiang Xia seemed to see what he was thinking, and before he could speak, she suddenly raised her hand and placed it on the side of his head, interrupting him.

……

Jiang Xia pressed the puppet's head, but there was no cool touch like the puppet's skin, but something very plastic... No, to be precise, it was plastic.

——It may be because the plugging time is a bit long, while the puppet is constantly moving, the puppet clay flows finely.A corner of the blood bag that was placed in the center of his head was exposed.Fortunately, it was covered by broken hair, so it was not very conspicuous.

But just now, when Gin Jiu turned around to show them the photos, he seemed to notice something.It's just that the light in the car was dim, Gin might not have noticed that it was a blood bag, and thought it was the shadow of his hair, so he didn't say anything.

But after that, when he got to a place with lighting, with Gin's strong desire to explore, once he remembered what happened just now, his attention would probably shift here again.

"..." Jiang Xia pressed the blood bag, and while secretly pushing it back, continued what she said just now, "I almost forgot, he doesn't seem to be in the time when he can talk."

Vodka: "...?" There is still time to speak?Could it be that you are just dumb... Letting you drug your little brother randomly, such a pervert really doesn't deserve to have a loyal tool man!
Qin Jiu also frowned, slightly puzzled: What is the time when you can't speak?

Jiang Xia saw their doubts, tapped the side of the blood bag with his fingers, and explained: "He was injured here - it seems that he went out with someone before, that person stepped on a landmine, and the leg bone fragments flew out, hitting him s head."

As he said that, Jiang Xia exerted a little force to pull the bewildered Matsuda Zhenping down and push down, then brushed his hair aside like a weapon's flaw review, and pointed to the place near his temple near his eyes: "Look, there is still room I have a scar." At the same time, he clicked his tongue critically, "Fortunately, the hair can cover it, otherwise it would be really ugly."

(End of this chapter)