Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 707 The decisive moment

After    nodded, Matsuda Jinping stood up and walked around.

"good."

  The psychic master was also very satisfied with the result. After boasting, he handed a cigarette and lit it in a good mood.

   Matsuda Jinping had no expression on his face, and calmly relaxed a little, fortunately this experiment of tormenting ghosts was finally over. He took the cigarette and took a deep breath, letting the murderous aura contained in the ghost mint radiate out more, shocking himself.

   As soon as he pressed halfway, he saw Jiang Xia looking at his watch, then turned around to get a new blood pack.

   Matsuda Jinping: "...?"

   "There are still two or three hours before the appointment time. Hurry up and try again. I will practice my hands."

  Jiang Xia picked out a blood bag that was pleasing to the eye, held it in his hand, and looked back at him with relief:

   "In case you don't wrap it tightly and fall out, or you encounter a situation where you must disperse the puppets and regroup, it will be easier to replace them at any time after you are proficient."

   Matsuda Jinping: "…"

   Matsuda Jinping: "..."

   His face was still calm, but the slender fingers twirling the ghost mint trembled slightly, and the ash fell down and landed on his legs.

   Matsuda Jinping lowered his head, glanced at the slightly bright cigarette **** in his hand, and then looked at Jiang Xia across from the lingering smoke. Suddenly, I felt that the stick in my hand was not some delicious ghost mint at all, but a guillotine meal before entering a **** laboratory.

  …

   Two hours later.

   Jiang Xia, who was skilled in stuffing blood bags, stopped and rested for a while, and by the way, let the ghosts rest.

  Although Matsuda Jinping didn't say anything and was just silently blocking the blood, Jiang Xia always felt that this ghost was a little haggard.

   Fortunately, it doesn't matter if you are tired and paralyzed, you can make up for it after a little bit of ghost mint. On weekdays, you work hard to store murderous aura, just to come in handy at similar times.

   Thinking that there will soon be a calm and handsome "Wuzuo" who can be unimpeded in all occasions to check the age, Jiang Xia's actions of lighting the ghost mint are a lot more dashing.

  —Only when the main body and the "fake Uzo" have to exist at the same time, the puppet will be handed over to Matsuda Jin to open.

  Other times, the "fake Uzo" is actually himself.

   It’s not because of the age of the puppets, but if Matsuda Jinping himself goes into battle to create the puppets, it will be tiring and murderous. It’s better to let the industrious psychics work hard…

   briefly imagined the future. After that, Jiang Xia changed into a low-key dress, brought a large plastic wrap and a thick briefcase, and left the house.

  He had to take out the cash he had hidden a week ago, and then take the 100 million yen to join the gin.

   Bring a briefcase, of course, to hold money.

   with plastic wrap...because he remembers the money was bloody. It's been a week and I don't know what happened. Although the blood in this world is not so easy to deteriorate, Jiang Xia still intends to wrap it up to be on the safe side. In order to ensure that there will be no strange smell wafting out when he sees the gin...

   After reaching the place where the money was hidden.

   Jiang Xia summoned Matsuda Jinping's puppet, told him to pack the money into a box, and then stuffed a blood bag on the puppet's head.

   After that, the two of them pushed their motorcycles and walked all the way to the place where they made an appointment with Gin.

  …

When    was about to arrive, Jiang Xia suddenly thought of something.

  "..." Speaking of which, taking Matsuda Jinpei directly to see Gin seems to be more likely to be shot to death.

  —I usually see gin often, and when Conan is out, he will also run into gin from time to time. This makes Jiang Xia always have the illusion that "gin is everywhere"... But in fact, this does not seem to be the case.

   Speaking of this, I have to mention Shuichi Akai. Five years ago, the FBI ace agent did not hesitate to sell his hue and touch porcelain to go undercover into the organization. After three years of struggle, he finally found an opportunity to work with Jinjiu. As a result, they failed to work together successfully - on the day of the appointment to go on a mission together, Akai Shuichi set up an ambush, intending to take the opportunity to catch Gin. And Black's Rum also felt that something was wrong and had a trick with Akai Shuichi and his fbi pig teammates.

   In the end, the pig teammates suffered an unfortunate defeat, and even Shuuichi Akai exposed his identity and fled in a hurry.

  … Having this experience, Gin should be more alert to similar things.

   If you bring a strange black-clothed man directly in front of him, the sense of crisis of gin will rise directly, and the sense of crisis will often stimulate aggression... His aggression is already very strong.

  “…” In short, it is better to give a buffer. Let Matsuda Jinhei keep a polite distance from them when he shows up.

   For a highly suspicious boss like Gin, although distance does not produce beauty, at least it can make him feel more peaceful.

  …

   Thinking so, Jiang Xia untied the briefcase tied to the back seat of the motorcycle.

   At the same time, he stopped Matsuda Jinping next to him: "Wait."

   Matsuda Jinping turned his head and saw the bag in his hand, thinking that Jiang Xia planned to park his motorcycle near here and walk to the appointed place, which was asking him to help with the coolie.

   So he raised his hand and took the bag, very conscious of being a tool ghost.

   As a result, he took two steps with his bag and was stopped again.

   Turning around this time, Jiang Xia snapped a piece of money into his hand—of course it wasn't the stolen money in the box, but ordinary cash.

   "You better stop following me, go to that store and wait."

   Jiang Xia pointed to the coffee shop on the corner from a distance.

   It was a European-style building with red walls and black tiles. The shape is simple and the lines are sharp. This shape and color scheme are quite depressing at first glance, but with the bright and clean floor-to-ceiling windows covering almost an entire wall, the atmosphere is suddenly much lighter.

   Originally, it was not difficult to attract customers to this peculiar style shop. But it was born at an untimely time—the area opposite happened to be demolished, and now there are ruins. Outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, there are only ruins and broken tiles. Weeds stubbornly push out from the cracks in the ground. The petty bourgeoisie atmosphere is out of tune, and there are fewer and fewer guests.

   But now, Jiang Xia is quite fond of this store.

   He looked at Matsuda Jinping: "Go find a seat by the window and sit down, order whatever you want, and don't cover your head. If someone shoots you, you lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and wait for someone to come and deal with the 'corpse'."

   Matsuda Jinping was silent for a while. Was that organization so cruel? Thinking about it carefully, all the preparations he made today seemed to be to act as a corpse...

The psychic master patted him on the shoulder as if he could read minds: "Don't be burdened, this is just the worst case. In fact, it's not very likely that they will target you. Even if things turn out like that in the end, I I will also invest in the store to prevent the store from going bankrupt because of you repairing glass. Sitting in the store will not be beaten to death, it is just the beginning, and the real test will come later, don’t be careless.”

   (end of this chapter)