Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 120 The difference in force between Maorilan and Maorilan

  The three social animals have finished their meeting. At this time, they are standing next to a boxing force measuring game machine, watching a strong uncle punch.

   Uncle punched down, and the number "246" appeared on the display.

The flat-headed brother in the social and animal trio said regretfully: "It's almost - if it exceeds 250, there will be very cool sound effects." After speaking, he looked at his colleague who was a little talkative, "Nakajima, Aren't you going to try it?"

   Jiang Xia stopped.

   He remembered that these three ordinary-looking passersby were the ones who gave Tequila a bento in the spoiler.

   The three were classmates in college, and they were all members of the boxing club. When Nakajima was asked by Brother Pingtou, he immediately became interested.

   He took off his jacket and handed it to Brother Flathead to help him hold it, while he put on boxing gloves to warm up. With a punch, the machine jumped out of the high score of 348. Indeed, as Brother Flathead said, a cool sound effect sounded.

   At the same time as the sound effect appeared, Jiang Xia's gaze shifted slightly. He saw Brother Flathead put his hand into Nakajima's coat pocket and swapped the two luggage storage tags.

   Jiang Xia remembered that the two men were harmonious on the surface, but they had a hatred for wives behind their backs - Brother Pingtou had a girlfriend who had been dating since junior high school. The two got along all the way to college, and then his girlfriend cheated on Nakajima.

   Later, Nakajima broke up with his girlfriend. After that, his girlfriend committed suicide.

  I don't know what kind of dog-licking brother Pingtou has gone through. After learning about this, he came to the conclusion that the scumbag Nakajima must die.

   Brother Flathead, like many criminals, wants to kill, but doesn’t want to go to jail. So he has endured until now, and finally found an opportunity.

   Their company is more cohesive, and the style of the briefcase is uniform. So today, Brother Flathead put an out-of-the-box bomb in his bag.

After   , he felt that as long as he changed the luggage storage card like just now, the bomb briefcase would end up in Nakajima's hands, and Nakajima would open the bag sooner or later, and sooner or later he would die.

   Jiang Xia glanced at the sinister smile at the corner of Brother Pingtou's mouth, then looked at the murderous aura on him, and unfortunately withdrew his gaze.

  If it was just an ordinary shikigami, Jiang Xia might not be able to resist the temptation of being close at hand, so he would stop this murderous group first.

   But Tequila is an official member of the organization. Even if it is a cannon fodder, it is an official cannon fodder with a name and a surname... Come on, prospective colleague, you can definitely do it.

  …

   Nakajima didn't know that he was being targeted.

   He punched a game-high record, and took off his gloves in relief amid the cheers of the crowd.

After putting on his jacket, Nakajima saw a few victims who had been cut in by them. He saw Maurilan staring at the boxing machine with a very interested look, and took the initiative to greet him: "Want to come and try? Great for stress relief."

   "Remove stress?" Maurilan was still hesitating, but when she heard this function, Kudo Shinichi, who had been avoiding her recently, appeared in her mind unconsciously.

  Mao Lilan put on his gloves silently and looked at the machine.

   Nakajima is a professional. He originally wanted to wait for Mao Lilan to punch, correct the inappropriate posture of this beautiful sister, teach some boxing skills, express his friendliness and apologize for cutting the queue just now...

   But his eyes just fell on Mao Lilan, and before he could see what was wrong with the opponent's standing posture, he saw this slender girl suddenly twist her body and punch the machine.

   After a second, the machine made a louder sound than before, jumping out the number "400".

   Nakajima's teaching language and smile froze at the corners of his mouth: "..."

  400?

……The machine is broken?

   In the crowd of onlookers, there are other people who have similar thoughts.

   Of course, Conan is not included in this group.

He was originally standing next to Mao Lilan, but at this time he silently moved to the side, and then moved to the back of Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko-he heard clearly just now, when Mao Lilan was hammering the machine, he shouted It is the name of "Shinichi Kudo".

  Maurilan was much more comfortable after smashing the imaginary Kudo Shinichi.

   She rubbed her shoulders easily, took off her gloves, looked at Jiang Xia, and happily said to him, "This seems to be really useful, do you want to try it?"

   Jiang Xia took the glove and looked at the boxing machine.

When he was looking at the machine, the three ghosts looked at him, gathered together and murmured for a while, and then crowdfunded a ball of transparent air that was like a lala ball, and waved at Jiang Xia, as if to give He gasped.

   Jiang Xia is indeed a little curious about the power of the body. After all, he had encountered some cannon fodder before. Even if he occasionally encounters a Ke Xuewu fighter like Maorilan Amuro, who has surpassed the limits of human beings, he has no reason to go to fight with others-every one can get him a case, but he can't be ashamed and hurt his feelings.

   And now, there is a machine in front of him.

   If he can take the opportunity to compare with Maurilan's value, he will be able to have a correct understanding of his own force value in the future. In the future, if you encounter some martial arts practitioners with murderous aura, you can also consider not being euphemistic and detouring, and you can just start punching them and pick up the murderous aura.

   Jiang Xia put on his gloves. Since he wanted to test poor strength, he felt that he should be more serious.

   So he stared at the machine, imagining that the murderous aura on Brother Flathead was all wrapped around the machine at this time, counting the number of hits and how much he lost. Thinking of this, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly brightened, he suddenly waved his hand, and a punch wrapped in the wind slammed into the machine.

   The whole machine trembled slightly, a familiar sound effect sounded, and a very subtle "click" sound.

  After two seconds, the three numbers "400" jumped out on the display screen, and then a zig-zag electric current sounded, and the screen suddenly went black.

   The face of the staff guarding the machine turned blue.

Next to him, Nakajima looked at the blacked-out screen, and let out a sigh of relief: "It's really broken - 400 is the preset upper limit, so I said how could a little girl hit the full value." Look, now even If two four hundred jumped out, it must be broken.

Saying that, Nakajima glanced at his fist with a complicated mood: "It's my fault that I was too hard just now. But I only hit 348, and it broke down. The value doesn't match the hardware. It seems that this machine is mainly for amateurs. Lovers, not suitable for a former quasi-professional player like me."

   Jiang Xia nodded in agreement. It turned out to be so. In this case, it seems that I don't have to be responsible for comforting the sullen employee. This is all Nakajima's pot, and it has nothing to do with him and Maorilan...

  Conan looked at Mao Lilan, looked at Jiang Xia, and finally glanced at the dead machine, and fell into deep thought.

Before   , he always thought that Mao Lilan, who could smash down a telephone pole with one punch, was a miracle in the world, but he didn't expect Jiang Xia's strength to be this level. So what was Jiang Xia carrying with that stick? Obviously, you can beat people into cakes with your bare hands...

   Thinking of this, Conan suddenly froze.

  ——Jiang Xia has beaten so many people before, and he often beats for more than ten minutes. But now looking back and thinking about it carefully, those who were beaten were all alive, and they didn't enter the icu... Conan's eyes on Jiang Xia gradually changed.

   Although Jiang Xia was a little bit cruel when he beat the criminals, in fact, he seemed to have a bottom line.

  Conan nodded secretly in his heart, thinking at the same time that the batch of barbells he ordered before may be able to be returned in advance.

That was what he had inadvertently spotted when he was browsing the soundproof earmuffs. Conan looked at them and remembered that every time he stopped Jiang Xia, he was lonely, so he accidentally added the barbell to the order, trying to increase his own weight when necessary. Increase interception efforts.

   Just now, it seems that Jiang Xia will not accidentally kill someone without being stopped, and...

  Conan looked at the boxing machine again with lingering fears.

   This strength... can stop Jiang Xia's barbell, even if he buys it, he can't hold it at all.

  Conan inexplicably saved a sum of money. He pondered for a moment and decided to buy a mystery novel later to soothe his fragile heart that was frightened by Mao Lilan just now.

   (end of this chapter)