Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 27 The Infinite Ghost

   Ghost Baby is very busy.

After    delivered the murderous intent, it turned its head and climbed into the prison again, trying to try to pull the shikigami off the legs of the imprisoned son.

   However, the shikigami was very tight, and the ghost baby was unsuccessful.

   Jiang Xia watched for a while in disappointment, looked away, and looked at the two children next to him again.

  Conan was still coughing while covering his neck, and the old lady was pinching her hard just now.

  Bumei patted his back for him, and when he finished, he turned his head and stared blankly at Jiang Xia.

   Jiang Xia looked at her and asked casually, "Are you alright?"

   "No, nothing!" Ayumi answered loudly.

   After she finished speaking, she glanced at Jiang Xia hesitantly, feeling that according to the custom of being rescued in the TV series, she should express her thanks in one mouthful - look, this big brother deliberately squatted down, and the benefactor sent such an obvious hint...

  Ayumi approached expectantly, thinking about whether to kiss the left cheek or the right cheek, blushing and whispering, "Thank you n..."

   Before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly put a hand on her shoulder behind her and stopped her.

  Conan's vicissitudes of persuasion: "Don't kiss him."

  …Combining with the previous experience, I am afraid that I can only touch the mop in this mouth.

   Afterwards, he will be put on a strange pot.

   And Ayumi has been frightened a lot today. If you suddenly experience a blow from a friendly army, you may cry directly.

  Children cry, Jiang Xia will definitely not care about it. At that time, he will have to coax himself...

  Ayumi doesn't know the inside story.

   She looked at Conan in surprise, guessing that Conan was jealous, and began to seriously debate whether she should choose a savior who fell from the sky, or a classmate she knew for a long time.

   At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the passage.

   The police found the dungeon.

  The Mumu police department walked in with a few people and was shocked when they saw the scene inside.

  ...In a society ruled by law, someone actually built a prison cell under their noses.

   outrageous, just outrageous.

  The Mumu police department looked at the miserable citizens in the prison, and walked over with concern, wanting to express their condolences.

   Who knew that the "victim" saw the police, and suddenly a fierce tiger leaped to the railing, crying with joy, "Let me out! I'm going to surrender!"

  Mumu Police Department: "... surrender?"

   As soon as these words came, the shikigami who was on his son's leg suddenly let go.

  The ghost baby grabbed the shikigami's leg, and the two ghosts fell to the ground together.

  The ghost baby was slightly stunned.

   After a while, it came back to its senses, dragged the shikigami in surprise, ran back to Jiang Xia, and turned in the ghost it picked up.

   At the same time, he looked at the cigarette case in Jiang Xia's hand.

   Being able to pick up murderous aura today is also a windfall.

   In addition, the unstable murderous aura produced in this hesitant state has a very short shelf life, and it will go bad after two or three days. Unlike those premeditated or determined murderous auras, those can be stored for several years.

   Thinking so, Jiang Xia knocked out a ghost mint.

   Just as he was about to point, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him and went straight for his cigarette.

   Jiang Xia drew his hand and looked to the side.

   The one who tried to grab the cigarette turned out to be a policeman.

   Officer Sato frowned slightly: "I smoked in high school, what should I do if my lungs grow up. Where did you get this cigarette?"

  According to regulations, the sale of tobacco and alcohol to minors is prohibited anywhere. If it was stolen from home...it is necessary to talk to his parents.

   Jiang Xia sighed silently in her heart against her sharp eyes.

   He always forgets such regulations.

   After all, Jiang Xia's impression was that he was an adult at the age of 18.

   Who knows, once you change places, it will suddenly be two years later.

  Jiang Xia put the cigarette into his cuff and explained: "I don't smoke, I just like to smell the burnt fragrance when the cigarette is just lit. It helps me think."

The corner of Conan's eyes twitched next to   .

   He remembered that when he rescued the kidnapped little girl last time, Jiang Xia also lit a cigarette.

   And not only smell, must have smoked, otherwise, the smoke would not burn so fast.

   Besides, people have already grasped it now, and there is no need to "help thinking".

  The police will not believe Jiang Xia's nonsense.

  Conan was thinking about it when he saw Sato nodded with a "so it is": "So it is."

  Conan: "?"

  Sato is not all judged by appearances.

   She mainly thinks that there are actually many differences between long-term smokers and non-smokers.

   And Jiang Xia, whether it is the color of his teeth, the appearance of his fingers, or the smell of his body, does not have the characteristics that a small smoking gun should have.

   And...and Jiang Xia looks really sincere, inexplicably very friendly, making people want to believe him.

  …

   Jiang Xia sent the police away, put away the new shikigami, and returned to the logistics company to take over the shift.

   The next day, after he woke up, he sat there for a while, reminiscing about the grand scene in his dream when he raised his arms and the ghosts responded.

   Then release all the ghosts and shikigami sealed in the tattoo.

  The four ghosts are lined up on the quilt.

The    shikigami is relatively honest, like a real piece of paper, lying on the quilt without moving.

  Gui Ying looked around suspiciously, and habitually wanted to crawl on Jiang Xia.

   However, he was ruthlessly pressed back on the quilt and forced to line up.

   Jiang Xia put the ghosts away and clicked on them one by one, 1, 2, 3, 4.

  …Only four.

   clicked again, 1, 2, 3, 4.

   is still only so much.

  …It’s still a dream.

   Jiang Xia held his cheeks and sighed faintly.

   I don't know if I can continue the dream just now if I lie down and take a nap.

   Ghost Baby stared at Jiang Xia's fingertips, thoughtfully.

  Jiangxia's boring start count for the third time: 1, 2, 3, 4…

   This time, after the ghost baby was counted, he quickly rolled a few times and moved to the end of the line.

   Jiang Xia's finger rested on its head: "...5."

   barely made up the whole thing.

   Both people and ghosts are comfortable.

   Ghost Baby rubbed his hands obediently, then looked at the cigarette case beside Jiang Xia's pillow with eager eyes.

  Jiang Xia took out one, took it between his fingers and turned it twice, but there was no point:

   "It's not very convenient to call you 'you you you' all the time. Why don't I give you a name."

   Ghost Baby: "…"

   Thinking of the names Jiang Xia gave to his precious potted plants, Ghost Infant not only wanted to shake his head, but also wanted to run.

  ... But Jiang Xia was holding its rations.

  The ghost baby bit his fingers and nodded his head resignedly.

   Jiang Xia was very satisfied with its cooperation: "Just call Xiaobai."

   Ghost Baby breathed a sigh of relief.

   is a bit brief though.

   But fortunately, it’s not some kind of cat’s egg, dog’s egg, pig’s ears, green cockscomb…

   So when Jiang Xia called it "Little White", it responded very cooperatively.

   Jiang Xia patted its head with satisfaction, got out of bed, walked to the table, and set the ghost mint on fire.

   He put a few shikigami on the bed back into the pattern, ready to pack up and go to work in the office.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

  Jiangxia opened the door and found that it was a courier.

   He hasn't shopped online recently, and no one usually sends him mail.

   Only Shirley and her sister would occasionally send home-made health medicines.

   Jiang Xia took over the courier.

   As before, there is an "S" in the sender's column, which is Shirley's initials in English.

   (end of this chapter)