Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 737 The scene of the accident
Jiang Xia refueled the motorcycle, and briefly held a "pre-battle meeting" with Conan, which seemed necessary but was actually useless, so as to make room for "Uzo" who was rushing to the ground of the "car accident" time.

Feeling almost done, he threw Conan a spare helmet.The two stepped on the motorcycle and headed to the place where the fellowship was held.

The fraternity actually didn't start so early.

But according to Conan's thinking, it's best not to hold this so-called fellowship at all. He secretly prayed that he would find an excuse to stop Mao Lilan outside the door.

……

At this time, the rush hour for work has passed.There are not many people on the road.

"Hey, actually I didn't want to hinder her from making friends normally..." Conan calculated the process in his mind, and felt that it was almost done. Then he finally remembered the problem of face, cleared his throat, and tried to make up for himself.

Jiang Xia has always driven a motorcycle very fast.

Conan tightened his helmet and chatted guiltily in the wind blowing against his face: "Going to a sorority party is not necessarily to find a boyfriend, it is actually good to meet some new friends, the problem is that the sorority partner who is eyeing her is too unreliable Yes, as long as he is a little bit normal..."

Halfway through the conversation, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.It was a man with a self-rolled hair and all in black. He seemed to be in a hurry, and he quickly walked out from behind a car parked on the side of the road. The route he passed coincided with the route of Jiang Xia's motorcycle.

Jiang Xia, who was listening intently to Conan's speech, reacted a little too late. In addition, this kind of typical "ghost probe" traffic accident itself is difficult to avoid. Both sides seemed to be taken aback. Jiang Xia immediately stepped on the brakes, At the same time, tilt the center of gravity and force the body to turn.

Conan tilted his body and was almost thrown out.Fortunately, Jiang Xia was able to spare a hand to help him in such an emergency. Conan once again instinctively envied the force value of his peers, and at the same time grabbed Jiang Xia tightly, with the oversized helmet hanging on his head Dang clang turned a little, blocking his line of sight.

When he recovered from the chaos, Conan straightened his helmet and looked around vigilantly.

Then I was shocked to see that the man in black who was crossing the road just now was lying on the ground a few meters away—he looked like he was hit by a car and flew away.At the same time, Jiang Xia straddled the motorcycle, stepped on the ground with one foot, and looked at the man, as if stunned.

"...Blame me, I shouldn't have talked to you just now."

As Conan ran towards the injured, he habitually took the blame on himself, a little regretful that he had been dragging the driver to mutter and disturbing the driver just now——Jiang Xia was always fast in racing, but she was always patient when she was a listener .In the past, Conan couldn't tell whether Jiang Xia was really listening to them carefully, or just perfunctory with a serious expression... But now it seems that the truth is the former - although the angle of the passer-by is a bit tricky, and the two sides are in love with each other. The sight was blocked by the car on the side of the road, but according to Jiang Xia's usual reaction ability, if there was no interference, he might have stopped earlier just now.

Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the pot at this time - anyway, it was only his puppet who was hit.

He got out of the car, let the main body get close to some hangers, and then possessed himself into the puppets on the ground—after the monster thieves and witches contributed a lot of energy cores, now, the ghosts can drive the puppets to run around on the ground by themselves. But due to their characteristics, puppets cannot speak normally in this state.

If you want to communicate like a normal person, you have to rely on Jiang Xia himself.

……

Next to him, Conan had also come to the "wounded" on the ground, wanting to check his condition.

Behind him, Jiang Xia took a few seconds to catch up.

Conan vaguely sensed something was wrong, looked back at him, and found that for some reason, Jiang Xia was not in the right state—he followed him, but after that, he stood silently by the side, with his head slightly lowered, and did not speak. Eyes lack focus.

"..." Observing this, Conan suddenly remembered something: this kind of distracted look is very familiar.Although I haven't seen Jiang Xia in this state for some time recently, but in the past when encountering explosions or car accidents, or similar situations, I often saw it...

Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that he understood.

...Speaking of which, a motorcycle accident is also a "car accident".Judging from previous experience, it can also make Jiang Xia fall into the debuff state that slows down both action and thinking.

Tsk, it would be great if Jiang Xia could get rid of the bad habit of racing late at night. This kind of sport is very dangerous to himself and passers-by... No, this is not the point, the point is the car accident now!
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Due to the short-term disconnection of his ill-fated teammate, Conan was forced to take on the responsibility of an adult to clean up the mess as a first-year elementary school student.

He put away his messy thoughts, squatted down next to "Kurosawa Zuo", took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call, and stretched out his other hand to check the vital signs of the inspector.

However, as soon as the hand was stretched halfway, the man in black on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand, blocking Conan's hand reaching for his neck.

"..." Conan paused for a moment, feeling that the skin of the "injured" he touched was a bit strange—it was cooler, but not that frighteningly cold.It was more like touching some kind of mild material with poor thermal conductivity... He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

When Conan was lost in thought, the innocent curly-haired man in black frowned slightly, pressed his forehead helplessly, and turned to look at the black briefcase beside him.

Conan quickly understood what the wounded meant, and because of his wrongdoing, he acted like a bit of a dog, and trotted over to get him the bag.

As soon as he picked it up, Conan realized that the bag was extremely heavy, and when he lifted it, there was a dull sound of some kind of object colliding.He slowed down his steps, looked down at the briefcase, and became suspicious. His pervasive detective instinct sounded the alarm again, eager to take a peek.

"Too much curiosity is not a good thing."

The wounded who had just been knocked flying a few meters suddenly spoke.

Conan was startled, and followed the prestige, only to realize that this person sat up at some point, and was looking at this side with his chin propped up. It was not the same as him.

"..." Conan's sense of disobedience grew stronger.

He stopped the hand that wanted to secretly open the bag, put down the bag, and changed the subject with a smile: "Well, I'll call the emergency for you right now. Don't worry, this place is very close to the hospital, and the ambulance will come soon."

He pressed 119 on his mobile phone, dialed out, and said: "——you lie down and don't move, sometimes people who are injured in car accidents can't feel it themselves, but their bodies have actually..."

Just when he was about to start popular science habitually, someone behind him "accidentally" bumped into him.

Conan staggered unexpectedly and was interrupted.

(End of this chapter)