Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 737 The scene of the car accident

Jiang Xia refueled the motorcycle, and briefly held a "pre-war meeting" with Conan that seemed necessary, but was actually useless, in order to make room for "Uzuo" who was running to the "car accident" ground time.

   Feeling almost done, he threw Conan a spare helmet. The two got on the motorcycle and went to the place where the sorority was held.

The    sorority meeting did not start so early.

   But according to Conan's idea, it is best not to hold this so-called friendship at all. He secretly prayed that he would find an excuse to stop Maurilan outside the door.

  …

   At this time, the rush hour has passed. There are not many people on the road.

   "Cough, in fact, I didn't want to hinder her from making friends normally..." Conan thought about the process in his mind, and he felt that it was almost the same. Then he finally remembered the problem of face, cleared his throat, and tried to make up for himself.

  Jiangxia drives motorcycles very quickly.

Conan tightened his helmet and chatted with a guilty conscience in the wind: "When you go to a sorority party, you may not be looking for a boyfriend. It's not bad to meet some new friends. The problem is that the person who is eyeing her is too unreliable. Well, as long as he's a little normal..."

   Halfway through his words, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him. It was a man in black with a scroll on his back. He seemed to be in a hurry and walked out from behind a parked car. The route he passed coincided with the route of Jiangxia Motorcycle.

Jiang Xia, who was listening intently to Conan's speech, reacted half a beat slower. In addition, this kind of typical "ghost probe" traffic accident was difficult to avoid. Both sides seemed to be stunned. Jiang Xia stepped on the brakes immediately. At the same time, roll the center of gravity and force the body to turn.

  Conan's body crooked and was almost thrown out. Fortunately, Jiang Xia actually freed up his hand to help him in this emergency situation. Conan instinctively admired the strength of his peers again, and grabbed Jiang Xia tightly, with his oversized helmet hanging on his head. Dang Ge turned a little, blocking his vision.

   When he recovered from the chaos, Conan straightened his helmet and looked around vigilantly.

   Then he was shocked to see that the man in black who was crossing the road just now was lying on the ground a few meters away - he looked like he was hit by a car body. At the same time, Jiang Xia straddled the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, looking at the man, as if stunned.

   "...blame me, I shouldn't have spoken to you just now."

Conan hurriedly ran towards the injured, while habitually grabbed the pot on himself, and regretted that he had been dragging the driver to murmur and interfered with the driver-Jiang Xia was originally racing fast, and when he was a listener, he was always very patient. . In the past, Conan couldn't really tell whether Jiang Xia was really listening to them seriously, or whether he was just perfunctory with a serious expression... But now it seems that the truth is the former - although the angle of the passers-by is a bit tricky, and the other The car on the side of the road blocked his sight, but according to Jiang Xia's usual reaction ability, if there was no interference, he might have stopped earlier.

   Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the pot at this time - it was only his puppet who was hit anyway.

He got out of the car, let the main body get close to some hangers, and then possessed himself into the puppets on the ground-after the phantom thieves and witches contributed a lot of energy cores, now the ghosts can drive the puppets all over the ground by themselves, But due to their characteristics, in this state, the puppet cannot speak normally.

   If you want to communicate like a normal person, you have to rely on Jiang Xia to do it.

  …

Next to   , Conan has also come to the "wounded" on the ground and wants to check his condition.

   Behind him, Jiang Xia took a few seconds to catch up.

Conan vaguely felt that something was wrong. He glanced back at him and found that for some reason, Jiang Xia's state was not quite right - he followed him, but after that, he has been standing silently by the side, his head bowed slightly, and he didn't speak. Eyes lack focus.

  "..." After observing this, Conan suddenly remembered something: this kind of distracted appearance is very familiar. Although I haven't seen Jiang Xia's state for some time recently, but in the past, when I encountered an explosion or a car accident, or similar situations, I often saw it...

  Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that he understood.

  ...Speaking of which, a motorcycle accident is also a "car accident". Judging from previous experience, it can also make Jiang Xia fall into a debuff state where actions and thinking are slowed down.

  Tsk, it would be great if Jiang Xia could get rid of the bad habit of racing in the middle of the night. This kind of sport is very dangerous for both himself and passersby... No, this is not the point, the point is the current car accident!

  …

  Due to the short-term disconnection of his ill-fated teammates, Conan was forced to take up the responsibility of cleaning up the mess as a first-year elementary school student.

   He put away his messy thoughts, crouched down next to "Kurozawa", took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call, and stretched out his other hand to check the victim's vital signs.

   However, just as his hand was halfway out, the man in black on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

   He raised his hand, separating Conan's hand towards his neck.

  "..." Conan paused slightly, feeling that the skin of the "wounded" he touched was a bit strange - it was cold, but not that terrifyingly cold. It's more like encountering some kind of mild material with poor thermal conductivity... He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

   When Conan was lost in thought, the curly-haired man in black frowned slightly, pressed his forehead helplessly, and turned his head to look at the black briefcase beside him.

  Conan quickly understood the meaning of the wounded. Due to his misconduct, he acted a bit dog-legged, and trotted over to give him the bag.

   When he picked it up, Conan realized that the bag was extremely heavy, and there was a faint sound of some kind of object colliding when he lifted it. He slowed down, looked down at the briefcase, became puzzled, and the all-pervasive detective intuition sounded the alarm again, eager to take a peek.

   "Too much curiosity is not a good thing."

   The wounded who had just been knocked off a few meters suddenly spoke up.

Conan was startled and looked at the sound, only to find that this man sat up at some point, and was looking at this side with his chin up, his voice was quiet, and even if he listened carefully, there was a sense of watching the fun, as if he was unlucky just now. It wasn't the same as him.

   "..." Conan's sense of disobedience grew stronger.

   He stopped the hand he wanted to secretly open the bag, put down the bag, and changed the subject with a smile: "Well, I'll call the ambulance for you. Don't worry, it's very close to the hospital, and the ambulance will be here soon."

   He pressed 119 on his mobile phone, dialed out, and said, "--You lie down and don't move. Sometimes people who are injured in a car accident can't feel it, but their body has actually..."

   Just as he was about to start popular science habitually, someone suddenly "accidentally" bumped him behind him.

  Conan was caught off guard, and his words were interrupted.

   (end of this chapter)