Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 668 Dead Man's Hand and Skeleton Hand

The physique and will of the character card represent the ability to resist physical and mental attacks, and also represent the blood volume.

When the physical fitness drops to 0, the person is game over.

Qin Zhibo, who was driving, suddenly had a heart tremor, slipped his hands, and controlled the steering wheel to drift the sports car for more than ten meters.

But fortunately, Qin Zhibo slammed on the brakes while he was still conscious, and stopped the car on the side of the road with his driving skills.

Mao Lilan and Conan, who were sitting in the back seat, were unprepared. Their bodies were squeezed together, but fortunately they were wearing seat belts so they didn't fly out.

"Mr. Qin! What's wrong with you?"

Conan and Mao Lilan hurriedly looked at the front seat, only to see Qin Zhibo lying on the seat in pain, covering his heart with his hands.

"not good!"

With a loud shout, Conan immediately unbuckled his seat belt, crawled between the backrests of the front seat, and came to the co-pilot.

"Qin Zhibo!"

"Qin Zhibo!"

Conan shook Qin Zhibo's body twice, but his expression was very painful, and his hands were covering his heart in pain.

"Sister Xiaolan, it seems to be a heart attack!"

"Do you have quick-acting heart-rescuing pills?"

"Me neither!"

Mao Lilan also looked anxious. There is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, and there is no pharmacy nearby.

Although the Conan people gave him the nickname "Little Hua Tuo", it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. Without medicine, she can only watch helplessly.

The two unfastened Qin Zhibo's seat belt and moved him to the ground next to him.

"Qin Zhibo! Don't die!"

"Hey! Did you hear me!"

"You give me life!"

Mao Lilan made an emergency call by the side, while Conan rode on Qin Zhibo's body, grabbed Qin Zhibo's collar, and tried to use words to urge Dafa to die.

At this time, Qin Zhibo's eyes were slightly opened, and although Conan's voice could be faintly heard in his ears, it seemed as if it was as far away as a world away.

Physical fitness continues to decline, 60, 50, 43, 40
However, what Qin Zhibo is concerned about now is not these, nor is it physical pain.

It was someone standing next to Conan - someone.

Qin Zhibo's eyes were sluggish, and he skipped over Conan, who was so anxious that his expression was ferocious, and saw a "person" standing beside Conan.

Strictly speaking, this is not a person.

He is a skeleton, wearing an exquisite black suit and top hat, with a skeleton crutch in both hands.

His nostrils were stuffed with gray-black cotton, his skull head was slightly lowered, and his black skull eyes silently stared at Qin Zhibo.

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Qin Zhibo's consciousness was not completely fainted, and he recognized this impressive and frightening image at a glance.

This is exactly an image that Qin Zhibo saw when reading "The Secret of Worms".

The god of death in Voodoo, the intermediary between life and death, is known as Baron Baron Samedi, the "Lord of the Dead Tomb".

Ludwig Prin once summoned this god in a cemetery with cigars and rum.

Immediately, Ludwig asked him a question, whether the ancient Egyptian black pharaoh was also his incarnation.

Baron Samedi's answer - "Yes".

It's just that the current Baron Samedi obviously didn't come here to answer questions.

As Qin Zhibo's physical strength, which symbolizes the strength of a living person, gradually decreased, he gradually bent his knees, and gradually raised his hand holding the skeleton crutch.

He started to reach out to Qin Zhibo, and Senbai's skeleton hand slowly lowered and passed through Conan's head.

However, Conan kept his eyes fixed and called out Qin Zhibo's name firmly, almost unaware of the abnormality.

Just at the moment of contact, Conan's body shuddered inexplicably.

But at this moment when Qin Zhibo's life was dying, Conan couldn't care about the slight reaction of his body.

In Qin Zhibo's field of vision, the skeleton hand replaced Conan's face and approached him straight.

suddenly!

Another hand stretched out from Qin Zhibo's field of vision.

It was a pale, haggard hand.

The only difference between it and Baron Samedi's skeleton hand is that the bone is covered with a thin layer of flesh.

This is a layer of dead skin that seems to be peeled off from the dead, without blood and vitality at all.

The new arm passed over Qin Zhibo's head, and when the skeleton hand was about to touch Qin Zhibo's head, it grabbed Baron Samedi's wrist.

The dead hand, grabbed the skeleton hand.

The long and narrow dead fingers do not conform to the structure of the human body at all, just like five slender tentacles, completely wrapping the relatively thick wrist of the skeleton hand, and there is even some surplus.

And at this moment, Qin Zhibo's slightly squinted eyes also saw something on the pale, thin dead man's wrist.

It was a yellow sleeve.

Due to the limited viewing angle, Qin Zhibo couldn't see any more information, he could only see the yellow sleeve like a banner, which was automatic without wind.

One is a skeleton hand protruding from the sleeve of a black suit through Conan's head.

One is the dead hand protruding from the top of Qin Zhibo's head and out of the yellow sleeve.

The two hands meet in front of Qin Zhibo, like the most classic Nokia boot animation, the picture of two hands shaking hands.

It's just that these two hands are abnormal, and no one would expect any one of these two hands to come to him alone.

However, at this moment, the existence of two hands has created a wonderful picture.

When the two hands were in a stalemate, Qin Zhibo's physical value was suspended at 25, and did not continue to decline.

An ordinary person's constitution is 50, and if it is 25, it is exactly half life.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo still has half his life left.

……

"Conan! How is Mr. Qin?"

After making the emergency call, Mao Lilan ran back, concerned about Qin Zhibo's condition.

"It seems to have stabilized for the time being"

Conan and Mao Lilan looked at Qin Zhibo whose expression was no longer in pain, but were still worried.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo is much more stable than before, but he still hasn't recovered his mind.

His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and he stared straight ahead.

At first, Conan thought he was looking at himself, but after moving a little, he realized that what Qin Zhibo was looking at was not himself, but the empty air in front of him.

Conan waved his palm in front of Qin Zhibo's eyes, but he still couldn't interrupt Qin Zhibo's absent-minded state, as if his soul had gone out of his body.

This question is too difficult, even Conan can't solve it, so he can only wait silently and pray for people's safety.

In Qin Zhibo's field of vision, the dead man's hand and the skeleton's hand were motionless in the air, as if they were simply holding each other, but they seemed to be engaged in some kind of wrestling.

This is a contest that transcends the naked eye, and the explosion of physical strength is not the focus.

What competes with each other is a more obscure and deeper cosmic force.

Every moment when the two forces come into contact, it seems that thousands of stars are crushed into dust and turned into even more insignificant cosmic dust.

But in this contest, the dead man's hands on top of his head are gradually retreating, and the windless automatic yellow sleeves almost withdraw from the edge of vision.

Skeletal hands seem to have the upper hand
(End of this chapter)