Conan’s Corpse Picker

"as you wish."

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

   Then, with a gesture of finishing work, he politely said: "Then, goodbye by fate."

  Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask Moriarty across from him: "Are you human?"

   Jiang Xia was startled.

   Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was cursing, or just saying a question, the game flow was over, and the consciousness of the high school students who were pulled to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.

  In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "…"

  …It should be an interrogative sentence.

   Anyway, Jiangxia is Jiangxia, "Moriarty" is "Moriarty", it's not a big problem. He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and quickly returned to his body.

  …

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

   He yawned and wanted to roll over to catch up.

   However, when his eyes accidentally glanced at Noah, Jiang Xia was stunned and sat up slowly: "...What's the matter with you?"

  —Originally, Noah looked like a crystal ball.

   However, at this time, there were traces of impurities in this ghost ball. It's like the mist that can't be melted is sealed in water.

  Noah looked down at himself, also surprised.

   After a while, it carefully felt its physical condition and hesitated: "It seems to be murderous after using it."

  —As a ghost, when running the "game", its fuel, of course, is various murderous auras.

  Maybe because he ate too much at one time, the murderous aura had undergone some wonderful changes, accumulated in the body and turned into this white mist.

  …

   This is the first time Jiang Xia has seen such a strange thing.

   He stared at Noah and pondered for a moment, grabbed the ghost, 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 coil eyes, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hand.

   - Although it hasn't been cleaned up completely, he has drawn out a wisp of "white mist".

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

   The fluffy strands are exactly the same as murderous, only the color is different.

  Jiangxia: "..." In theory, this seems to be the product of a murderous run, so it should be of little value.

  However, they look too murderous...

   Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help leaning out. He touched the bedside table and found a box of ghost mint that had not yet been involved in murderous aura.

   He tore open the sealed package above and tried to get the few strands of "white mist" closer.

   In the next second, the mist turned into a murderous aura, quickly entering the cigarette case and blending into the ghost mint.

  The ghosts gathered next to Jiang Xia, looking up at this scene curiously.

  …

   was filled with strange "white fog", only two cigarettes.

  Jiang Xia knocked out one from the cigarette case, took a closer look in his hand, and sniffed it closer, but didn't notice anything unusual.

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

  ...Anyway, "white fog" is just the product of the murderous run, and no matter how it changes, the nature should be similar. At most, it feels choking after you click it, and then you can kill it.

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

The moment the   light ignited, it seemed like a vortex appeared out of thin air. The misty dog ​​was floating beside him, but it was caught off guard. It flapped its wings and hit the smoke with its head. Taniju

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

   Wu Tiangu fluttered its wings in horror, Jiang Xia carried it like a chicken, looked left and right, and then heaved a sigh of relief—except that he was a little frightened and looked a little numb, there was no other problem.

  …

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

   Jiang Xia looked down at the burning cigarette in his hand.

   Originally wanted to put out this strange smoke.

   But before the action, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly stopped.

  I don't know when, the appearance of that cigarette changed.

  —Originally, it looked like an ordinary handmade cigarette with white paper rolls from start to finish.

   But now, the color of the smoke has turned 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 at it for a second, two seconds...

   After a while, he casually took the cigarette to his mouth and took a curious puff.

   Then choked by the weird smell: "Cough cough cough—"

  Compared with the light aroma of plants before, the smoke at this time is like igniting a handful of feathers, and it smells like a bonfire at close range.

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

   But as soon as I stood up, I suddenly felt a heavy weight behind my back, as if there was something heavy.

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

  Jiangxia: "…"

   Jiang Xia: "?"

   He froze in place for a moment, then silently turned his head.

   A pair of jet-black wings came into view. As Jiang Xia turned back, his wings flapped in shock.

At the same time as    flapping, Jiang Xia felt his body lighten, and even briefly left the ground for a moment.

   "...???" Jiang Xia turned his hand back, pinched his wings, and dragged him to take a closer look, "What is this?!"

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

   Matsuda array pinned his cheeks and looked at the strange cigarette, then looked at Jiang Xia's wings.

   After thinking for a moment, it floated to the side of the ashtray. Before the smoke was completely extinguished, he took a breath and turned his head to look behind him.

  The two shikigami suddenly flew out from the direction where Jiang Xia was, and they slammed into the back of Matsuda Zhenping, twisted and melted into the shape of wings.

   Matsuda Jinping's eyes lit up, slapped it, and flew up.

   Then, after flying half a meter, Jiang Xia snapped 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 wing with his backhand, pressed the root of the wing, and tapped the top of the wing again and again, realizing the problem.

  —It wasn't that he grew wings, but the puppet clay formed this kind of thing very naturally after inhaling those murderous auras.

   Moreover, it was different from what he made with puppet clay on his own initiative—the wings that Jiang Xia squeezed out in the past, apart from being pretty, had no flying effect at all.

   But the current "wings" have the characteristic of being able to fly like a foggy tengu.

  ——

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