Conan’s Corpse Picker

   "Let's hide him nearby, then send the location to the police and let the police pick them up." Jiang Xia looked at Hattori Heiji, "You should have a lot of contact information for the police."

   "Yes, yes..." Hattori Heiji regained his senses, and quickly understood Jiang Xia's intentions, and moved to take out his phone, "I'll send it!"

  —Dad said before that he got in the way and was useless. Even if he went to the police to catch the murderer now, he would probably only be scolded again.

   So it is better to go to the meeting place between the murderer and the suspected robber first, wait for the leader of the robbery gang to appear, and then catch someone and tell the police about the situation.

   Hattori Heiji: "..." Although the enemy is likely to be an armed gang, but after 13 years, the people in this gang may have parted ways and have been scattered into society. Even if not, it should be too late to find help when the time comes.

  Thinking like this, the three of them prepare to go to the abandoned building that Shigehiko Rasaka just mentioned.

The usefulness of    local people is fully reflected at this time.

   Hattori Heiji patted his chest, looking very reliable: "I know where it is!"

  …

   On the way to the abandoned building, we passed a river.

   But not the calm moat around the Osaka Castle scenic spot, but the serious river outside.

   It happened to be raining, and the water in the river was swift.

   Jiang Xia heard the sound of rushing water, glanced down, didn't care too much, and continued to rush to the factory with the other two.

   But at this time, the ghosts seemed to have sensed it, and turned their heads in unison, looking at the place where the end of the river merged into the main channel.

   followed and muttered excitedly, as if confirming something to each other.

  “?”

   Jiang Xia was startled and tried to join the discussion: what's wrong?

The range of   ghosts' perception of murderous aura and shikigami seems to be wider than that of a living person, especially when they are downwind. In short, every time this kind of movement occurs, it means that he can find a lot of good things.

   He listened carefully and found that the ghosts seemed to be describing the taste of murderousness. Jiang Xia vaguely captured a few words of praise: sweet and sour, it must taste fresh and smooth.

   Jiang Xia: "..." What?

   Miyano Akemi probably ate it before her death, and first described the specific taste: borscht!

   Matsuda Jinping nodded in agreement.

  “…” Borscht?

  Jiang Xia remembered the taste of this soup, and his eyes lit up a little: it sounds pretty good. It happens that the production of ice cream has increased recently, and there are more desserts. At this time, let's adjust the meals of other flavors. He... um, the ghosts must like it.

   In addition, this unique murderous taste reminded Jiang Xia vaguely of something.

"Speaking of which, borscht is one of Russia's representative soups." Jiang Xia rushed to the abandoned building, but he couldn't help but follow the direction of the ghosts and looked at the end of the river: ... If I remember correctly, I will give The internationally wanted criminal who Kidd shot seems to be a Russian demon monk, a descendant of Rasputin.

   Jiang Xia: "..." Could she be over the river?

   The newly appeared wanted criminal was more attractive to Jiang Xia than the two detectives next to him.

   After all, the case in Osaka Castle is almost settled. As a diligent psychic with a large group of ghosts, it's time to look forward optimistically and find the next criminal who will lose shikigami and murderous aura...

  …

  Thinking like this, Jiang Xia's complexion remained the same, but the pattern on his heart was more solid than before.

   When the three detectives passed by a hidden alley, they continued to move forward. The shikigami flew out of the pattern on Jiang Xia's heart, floated into the depths of the alley, and gradually accumulated into two **** of puppet clay that were not firm.

   After that, the clay rose silently and condensed into two human figures.

   Matsuda Jinhei and Xiaobai's puppets appeared in the alley.

   This time, Jiang Xia himself had to go to the abandoned building to catch the murderer, and the puppets let the ghosts drive by themselves.

  The two...the two ghosts looked at each other, remembered their respective divisions of labor, and quickly dispersed.

  …

  Xiaobai's clothes are also black, but they are not black from head to toe like Matsuda Jinping.

   When he crosses the only road he wants to go where he wants to go. In the distance, Hattori Hizang suddenly noticed something and glanced over there.

   Seeing the "suspicious person" appearing late at night, he was slightly startled: "..." So short. At first glance, it seems to be about the same height as that little boy in glasses who always plays detective games with Heiji... Could this be a first-year elementary school student?

"At this time, I'm walking around alone on the street, and I don't know which residential area I got lost in here." He frowned, looked back at the police officers behind him, and picked a good-natured and innocent man. Those who have dealt with robbery gangs, "Go and take the person back to the police station, contact the parents, and don't disturb the people around you."

  The policeman nodded, left the team, and quickly chased after him.

  …

   He chased for a while in the direction Xiaobai left. After all, the child has short legs and can't run fast, plus the alleys are quiet and quiet at night. It didn't take long for the officer to feel like he heard a series of child's footsteps.

   He quickly rushed into the alley, looked left and right, but found no one.

   The policeman clicked his tongue, scratched the back of his head with some doubts, and muttered to himself, "Strange, where can those short legs go no matter how fast they go?"

  “…”

   In the shadows behind the discarded electric light pole, a pair of eyes stared at him.

  Xiaobai clenched his fists silently: You are the short legs!

   Just then, a wild cat passed by on the wall.

  Xiaobai glanced over there and thoughtfully: I happened to have saved a lot of murderous snacks, and I have a little rich energy to play... Cough, let's use skills. And this time, the psychic master has also opened up a little authority to facilitate them to act.

  Thinking for a moment, Xiaobai decisively waved his little hand: Forced kiss!

When   ghosts are signed by a psychic, there is a chance to awaken some unique skills.

  Xiaobai's skill is a bit strange, it can force a person to confess to another person next to him.

   The more the two who have used the skills are in love with each other, the less murderous they will be when they are activated, and even as the ghosts level up and the degree of their love for each other increases, certain actions or lines will be accompanied.

   landed with the skill.

  The police officer who was searching Xiaobai looked at the wild cat standing gracefully on the mailbox, and an indescribable impulse gradually emerged in his eyes.

This tough guy who had undergone rigorous training blushed and stammered: "You, how are you, kitty. It's so late, being alone... uh, having a cat by yourself, how dangerous! Uncle sends you back Go home."

   Wildcat glanced at him inexplicably, as if he didn't understand what this man was doing.

   It flicked its tail and planned to leave. But at the moment of turning around, a pair of hands suddenly hugged it from behind.

  The policeman bowed his head and sighed.

cat:"?!"

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