Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 356 To be a detective, respect the old and love the young, ask for a monthly pass (ω｀)

   Thinking of this, Pisk walked back quickly, worried that if he walked too slowly, the drunken performance No. 2 would leave first.

  After the silver-haired old man walked away, a figure came to the locked wine cellar and reached for the door lock.

   With a slight click, the latch springs and the door is pushed open from the outside.

  Jiang Xia opened the puppet, silently entered the door, and then locked the door again with a strange white key.

   After picking up many shikigami, the hardness and fineness of the puppet clay have been greatly improved compared to the original, and Jiang Xia no longer has to worry about the slow lock picking problem.

   Locked the door, he scattered the temporary opening tool, and then walked a few steps to the cardboard box with the cleaner's clothes, and dropped an item in it.

After   , he glanced at the cabinet next to him, found a suitable and hidden place, and put the puppet in it to hang up.

The    consciousness temporarily returned to the body.

  …

   In the banquet hall.

  Jiang Xia stood by the window and opened his eyes.

   The main body has been facing the window just now, staring at the dark night outside, pretending to be in a trance, but actually hanging up - due to the chaos in the corridor outside, he was able to hang here undisturbed for a long time.

   Now that his consciousness has returned, Jiang Xia is about to go to the corridor to check the situation.

   However, at this moment, through the pitch-black mirror-like window in front of him, he saw a familiar figure approaching from behind him.

   The eyes of the two met in the "Black Mirror", and Pisk showed a kind old man's smile.

   Jiang Xia turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

   Pisk had already quietly slumped his shoulders as he approached, making himself look older and less threatening than usual.

   From the corner of his eye, he saw that no one was paying attention to this side, and he was secretly happy, and said with a vicissitudes of life on his face:

   "Young man, do you know where the locker room of this hotel is? My granddaughter accidentally spilled wine on her skirt just now and said she was going to change it, but she hasn't come back yet."

   While listening, Jiang Xia surveyed Pisk from head to toe in a cryptic manner.

   Even though he had just killed someone, some murderous aura was already rising from this bottle of old wine.

   Think about Pisk now inexplicably running to talk to him…

   Jiang Xia vaguely understood.

   He nodded immediately, showing a faint angelic smile that looked like Maorilan: "Don't worry, the security here is good, there shouldn't be an accident - I know the location of the locker room, come with me."

   Said, he walked to the side door, led Pisk out of the banquet hall in a low-key manner, and headed for the empty rooms deep in the corridor.

  The two went through the side door one after the other.

   At the same time, at the main entrance of the banquet hall dozens of meters away, Mikazu Sato stared at the backs of the two for a moment.

  …

   The further we went deeper into the corridor, the more murderous Pisk became.

   Jiang Xia noticed this and realized that he had guessed correctly—probably the news from Gin just now made Pisk misunderstood. He seemed to regard "Jiang Xia" as an enemy.

  …that’s wonderful.

   is also a member of the organization, he can't attack Pisk for nothing.

   But if Pisk made the first move, he instinctively defended himself and made a few strikes, which was also very reasonable.

After a few fights, a qualified and cautious organization member should think: teammates suddenly attacked themselves without reason in a place where there are many police... This may happen because teammates are actually undercover or traitors, he thinks Working with the police around you is not good for you.

  In this way, wouldn't it be more reasonable to drag Pisk to a place where no one was there and beat him a few more times, and to torture him to find out the real purpose...

   Jiang Xia quickly took Pisk through the corridor, turned a corner slightly, and came to an vacant dressing room.

   In order to reassure Pisk, he also knocked on the door a few times and politely waited for the "granddaughter" inside to open it by himself.

  Pisk listened to the occasional footsteps in the corridor, like a grandfather worried about his granddaughter, anxiously urged: "Go in and have a look."

   This kind of behavior of letting a strange man open the door of the granddaughter's fitting room without opening the door by himself is actually a little contradictory when you think about it.

   But Jiang Xia tolerantly ignored this for the sake of his murderous aura.

   He twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.

   Piske looked at this innocent young man who took the elderly lightly, a sneer on his lips, and there was a vague sense of pride in being an experienced elder.

   He straightened his back again and regained the appearance of a strong organization cadre. At the same time, he strode into the house and slashed Jiang Xia's neck with a palm, intending to knock him unconscious, and then transport it to the wine cellar to deal with Xue Li together.

   However, the actual situation is slightly different from his perfect script.

  —Just as he was about to hit, the detective in front of him slanted strangely and let go of his hand. At the same time, he reached back with his backhand and grasped Pisk’s neckline very skillfully.

  Pisk was stunned.

He didn't have time to think about it, his whole body had already vacated like a sack that had been swept away. Like countless other senior criminals, he had drawn the same trajectory in the air, made the same noise on the ground, and slammed it out of his mouth. screamed the same scream.

  … The only advantage is that Pisk has a little professional training at least compared to some other criminals who know nothing about fighting. He protected the vital point in time and was not fooled for the first time.

   But things didn’t get better.

   Even, after a few seconds, Pisk vaguely had the illusion that not falling unconscious was not an advantage, but a disadvantage.

  —At the same time as he fell to the ground, he felt Jiang Xia loosen his neckline. However, before he could get up, someone suddenly stepped on his back. Immediately next to my ear, there was a "click" sound as something stretched out.

  Pisk looked through the gap in the arm that was protecting his face, and saw Jiang Xia locked the door and pulled out a pitch-black stick out of nowhere.

  Piske looked at this flowing movement: "…"

...No, when he was in the banquet hall before, he checked it out in his spare time - Jiang Xia didn't have any certificates of karate, judo, taekwondo, etc., his resume, no matter how you look at it, it looks more like a man who is not good at fighting, uses his brain power A good detective, this is also in line with Jiang Xia's external image.

   This kind of person should be slapped down in the face of an attack from behind? ! Why…

boom-

   Pisk screamed, his chaotic thoughts interrupted by the severe pain on his body.

   He rolled on the ground, trying to get rid of it, but the stick kept knocking down at a speed denser than rainstorm and heavier than thunder... This detective dared to beat an old man in his seventies like this! Pisk's sense of ignorance was gradually receded by the pain, and his heart began to be full of anger, and there was also a faint trace of fear.

  He, he wouldn't die here in such a funny way. I heard that after people are drunk, their rationality declines, and it is difficult to control the severity when they start. It is not uncommon for people to fight and die after drinking...

   At this time, thinking of the email that Gin had sent before, Pisk suddenly felt that he understood the meaning of Gin.

   But at the same time, it is inevitable to express anger.

- If Gin didn't say "don't provoke him" in a general way, but made it clear that "he is very good at hitting people, so don't provoke him", then he who has a hot weapon will not fall into this situation at all-As a financial Big crocodile, he is legally qualified to carry a gun, and he happens to be carrying a gun!

  Pisk thought of this, and suddenly seized a glimmer of hope for survival.

  Although this may lead to being targeted by the police, it is better than being killed by a drunk detective inexplicably...

   He struggled to reach his gun pocket.

   But before he could hold the handle of the gun, there was a sudden knocking sound at the locked door.

   Someone outside the door hesitantly shouted, "...Jiang Xia?"

   The stick that kept beating Pisk suddenly stopped in mid-air.

  Pisk heard Jiang Xia tut a little regretfully.

   This gap allowed Pisk to slow down a bit. He couldn't care less about his restraint and took a deep breath: "Save...!"

   As soon as he let out a breath, Jiang Xia squatted down and grabbed his mouth.

   This action also reveals a strange proficiency.

  Pisk: "!!"

   Countless cases flashed through his mind, all of them were innocent souls who tried to call for help when they were being violent, but were strangled to death by panicked gangsters, or suffocated to death by covering their mouths.

  …Gin! Gin! Vodka, and that other member! Why haven't you come yet!

  Pig teammates mistake me!

   Feeling the reduced air, Pisk's face turned green, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. No matter how old people are, they will be afraid of death, let alone seventy years old, if possible, he would even want to live another seven hundred years!

   However, what happened next was different from what Pisk thought.

   Jiang Xia didn't keep covering him until he died.

   Instead, he picked him up from the ground and quickly and quickly slapped off the light footprints on his back.

After   , Pisk saw the detective silently fold the special swing stick back into its original shape, put it in his pocket, and then casually stepped forward and opened the locked locker room door.

   Jiang Xia glanced outside the door and seemed a little surprised: "Officer Sato?"

   Sato Mikako didn't speak, but tilted her head slightly, and looked suspiciously over Jiang Xia's shoulders and looked into the room.

   I saw an old man with white hair squatting in the room, his waist was slightly bent, his face seemed to be twisted.

  This hotel has a good sound insulation. After Sato Mikazu came over just now and listened through the door for a while, he still couldn't determine what happened in the room.

   But now, seeing the appearance of the old man inside, she suddenly realized that Jiang Xia must be beating people behind the back of the police again.

Of course, this is not legal, but in addition to the condemnation, Mikazu Sato couldn't help thinking: Jiang Xia would not do such a thing for no reason. His previous experience has also proved that every time he beats a very dangerous criminal ...Could it be that Jiang Xia has found the real culprit who killed the congressman? The real murderer is this old man? !

   Sato Miwako's eyes narrowed and she was about to ask in detail.

   But at this time, he saw the old man in the room with a serious face, standing up straight, and it seemed that there was not much inconvenience in his movements.

   Officer Sato hesitated again.

This kind of behavior is completely different from those criminals who could only be dragged away by the police, or who immediately rushed over with tears when they saw the police... It was because the time was too short, Jiang Xia didn't have time to beat people to that level of familiarity, or she Actually misunderstood?

  Sato Miwako turned to Jiang Xia: "What's going on?"

   Jiang Xia secretly straightened out the folds on the cuffs: "The old gentleman asked me where the dressing room was just now, so I'll bring him here to see."

   "..." Officer Sato looked at Piske's ugly face and didn't quite believe it.

   She leaned over to Jiang Xia to confirm in a low voice, "Didn't you beat anyone?"

  Jiang Xia said "Huh?" and looked at her blankly, with a look of "I don't understand what you're talking about".

   Officer Sato suspects that he is playing stupid.

   But after a closer look, he felt that Jiang Xia was really innocent, so he turned into confusion, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

   At this moment, Pisk just stood up.

  Sato was startled, and turned to him slightly nervously: "Are you alright."

  "..." Piske could not wait to stomp Jiang Xia on the ground as he did, but there was a stiff smile on his face, "It's okay, just let him help me point the way."

  ...From the conversation between the two just now, he heard that the woman at the door was a police officer.

   Jiang Xia had probably finished beating and sobered up. He dared not tell the police about the beating just now, and tried to get away with it.

   If it were normal times, Pisk would definitely send this **** who ignored the law and beat the old man into the game.

   But now, once he accuses Jiang Xia of beating himself, at his current age, even if he escapes the record, he will be sent to the hospital by the police who are worried about his accident, or even be taken care of.

   But now, Pisk has no time to spend on this kind of thing - Jiang Xia can still deal with it later, but the shrunken version of Shirley in the wine cellar is not good for delaying too long. Pisk had just been beaten by society, and at this time, he was beaten abruptly with a tendency to be persecuted and delusional. He just wanted to take Shirley away as soon as possible to prevent accidents.

   Officer Sato was obviously startled after hearing Pisk's answer. He didn't expect that he and Jiang Xia's rhetoric would agree... Jiang Xia really didn't hit anyone this time?

   She couldn't help confirming to Pisk: "Are you really all right?"

  Pisk maintained his high-class image and nodded reservedly.

   Because of this action, his back throbbed a few times.

   Pisk's eyes twitched slightly, he forcibly held back, planning to bypass Sato and leave.

  The policewoman still stopped him: "Don't you need to go to the hospital?"

  Piske was patient: "No." He just wanted to leave now, go back to the wine cellar to guard Shirley, and wait patiently for his companions to respond.

"That's good." Sato Mikazu heaved a sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand again, stopped Piske who wanted to leave, and showed a professional smile: "Then please come with me - I need you for something. Cooperate with the investigation."

  "..." Pisk, who just wanted to get out as soon as possible, "???"

  …

  Conan and Haibara Ai are both reservists for paranoia. After he found out that his friend was gone, he quickly thought of the worst case - Haibara Ai was taken away by people in the black organization.

   He immediately called the Meguro Police Department in Kudo Shinichi's voice and asked the police to detain those who were assigned purple handkerchiefs according to the registration list at the front desk.

  According to Conan's reasoning, the assassin sent by the black organization, the person most likely to capture Haibara Ai, is likely to be among the seven... six people.

   (end of this chapter)