Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 717 The Risk of Former Leaders

  The search was finally over, and the ghosts sighed regretfully outside the window.

Jiang Xia is actually a little regretful. He knew that he should prepare more small arms and arm the Matsuda brand puppet from head to toe, so that he can take out one piece of vodka and be startled, and then take out another piece and be startled again One jump... Maybe the time has been delayed for a long time, not only the murderous quantity of vodka has risen sharply, but there can also be additional output on the gin side.

  …

   After confirming that Chitu was unarmed, Jin Jiu let someone on the car.

   The vehicle left the clearing by the river and headed for a factory a few kilometers away. It looked like a run-down chemical factory where gin was often destroyed.

   After the car started up again.

   Jiang Xia looked at the subordinate puppet sitting next to him, and at the gin in the front row, hesitant.

At this time, Jiang Xia realized that his interview experience was not very rich. The part-time job is usually to replace Anshitou and go directly. Most of the variety shows are introduced by Miss Yoko. , that is, he was tricked into the Amuro Detective Agency at Amuro Toru.

   But now, I'm afraid I can't refer to that experience...

   Jiang Xia thought for a moment and poked Matsuda Jinping: [Would you like to follow the procedure first and introduce yourself? ]

   Communication between ghosts and psychics can be done through something like telepathy.

   Matsuda Jinping looked away from Gin, feeling that the young psychic master was too concerned about the process and ignored a small problem: [They can't understand me]

   Jiang Xia was actually planning to hang up his body while he was in the chaos, so he possessed himself and went in to introduce himself.

   But think about it and forget it. Tonight, as a middleman, he can't hang up from the beginning to the end. On the other hand, if the dummy Xitu sometimes speaks very fluently, and sometimes does not say a word, the status switching is too fast, it will be strange.

   Before he could figure out how to conduct the interview, the interviewer spoke first.

   Gin suddenly shook his phone in the back row.

   Taking a closer look, a news item opened on the interface - it was a report about the former circus leader who was involved in a vendetta and was unfortunately killed by a falling object. But not the one Jiang Xia sent him, but other reports of the same case.

  Gin is not a professional intelligence agent, but he is good at everything with multiple jobs. When I received this kind of information, I was used to confirming it by inferences, and I found other information to check.

   Then I stumbled across a photo.

   The reporters here have a habit of reporting the death of the deceased. Of course there is this report. Among the news found by Jinjiu, there is a photo of the unfortunate deceased as the main background, with the onlookers in the distance as the background.

   And after zooming in, you can see that Chitto is actually in the crowd of onlookers - although he does not show his face, the natural curls are quite characteristic, plus the frame of the same sunglasses, there is reason to guess that this is himself.

  Although there is no tangible evidence, in many cases, the organization does not need tangible evidence.

  Gin sneered and put away his phone, but he didn't say it to the newcomer who was photographed, but turned to Jiang Xia:

   "Your new 'weapon' was also involved in the murder plan for that circus leader, such as leading people over at a specific time and place... You dare to use something that killed the Lord?"

Jiang Xia waved his hand indifferently: "It was the regiment commander who had clumsy eyes and held the knife on the blade. How could he blame the knife if his hand was broken. And he didn't use proper means to tame his subordinates. Just like that old story The elephant tamer in the house uses a thin iron chain to tie the baby elephant, hoping that the baby elephant will form a mind set after breaking free for many times to no avail, and will still succumb to the thin iron chain when he grows up... Now the baby elephant is really When he grew up, the elephant tamer's ability was still only enough to provide a thin chain, but the adult elephant was not as obedient as he imagined, but broke away from the chain and trampled him to death—— In terms of nature, this is not called killing the master, it is not forgetting the original intention, and it is worthy of praise."

   Speaking of this, Jiang Xia's tone suddenly stopped.

   Then, as if he realized that he had leaked his words, his eyes drifted out of the car window, he cleared his throat, and applied a patch as if nothing had happened:

"Of course, I just used an analogy. In fact, the death of the regiment leader can only be blamed on his own bad luck, and killing the master is nonsense. Xitu was still his subordinate at the time, and it was reasonable to appear near the murder scene," said Maybe that day they made an appointment to go to the street to play games together... Right." He put his arm against Matsuda Jinping next to him, as if dissatisfied with the subordinate's taciturnity, "Speak."

   Matsuda Jinping: "...?"

   Really need him to speak? Do you want to whisper in a ghostly tone...

   He glanced at Jiang Xia and then again, hesitantly preparing to speak. Perhaps what Jiang Xia meant was to let him speak like a mute to show the situation...

   But Jiang Xia seemed to see what he was thinking. Before he could speak, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on the side of his head, interrupting him.

  …

   Jiang Xia pressed the puppet's head, but he didn't feel the cool touch that is common on puppet skin, but felt something very plastic... No, to be precise, it was plastic.

  ——It may be because the plugging time is a little long, while the puppet is constantly moving, the puppet clay flows finely. The blood bag that was placed in the center of the brain before showed a corner. Fortunately, it was hidden by the broken hair, so it was not very conspicuous.

   But just now, when Gin turned around and showed them the photo, he seemed to have noticed. It's just that the light in the car is dim, and Gin may not have noticed that it was a blood bag, thinking it was the shadow of the hair, so he didn't say anything.

  But after that, when he got to a place with lighting, with a strong desire to explore with gin, once he remembered what happened just now, his attention is likely to shift to here again.

   "..." Jiang Xia held down the blood bag, secretly turning it back, and continued what he said just now, "I almost forgot, he doesn't seem to be in the time period when he can talk."

  Vodka: "...?" There is still time to speak? Wouldn't it just be dumb... Letting you give your younger brother drugs indiscriminately, such a pervert really doesn't deserve to have a loyal tool man!

  Gin also frowned, feeling slightly puzzled: What is the time period when you can't speak?

Jiang Xia saw their doubts, tapped his finger next to the blood bag, and explained: "He was injured here - it seems that he went out with someone before, and that person stepped on a landmine, and the broken leg bones flew out and hit him. head of."

Saying that, Jiang Xia used a little force to pull the confused Matsuda Array over and press it down, then like a weapon's flawed comment, he brushed his hair away and pointed to the place where his temple was close to his eyes: "Look, it's still there. A scar." At the same time, he clicked his tongue critically, "Fortunately, the hair can be covered, otherwise it will be really ugly."

   (end of this chapter)