Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 1679 1679 [Innocent passing by]

  In short, although criminals and detectives are naturally hostile, they are now firmly tied to a plane that is about to crash, and Jiang Xia has kindly replaced the extremely dangerous position of "flying a plane" for members of the organization. At this time, Maya Hashimoto actually appreciated this detective a little more in his heart.

  At this time, another outlaw fanatic knew nothing about the sympathy between criminals.

   Kaito Kuroba left the cab and glanced back. After confirming that there was no one around, he raised his hand and fumbled for the cuff that Jiang Xia touched just now.

   I don’t know if it was trained by beating people all the year round, but this detective’s hand speed is no slower than that of a magician—the moment Jiang Xia stopped him just now, it seemed that something was stuffed in.

   Soon Kuroba Kaito found it. Since it is a mist-like sheet, it is like an extremely thin felt when stacked together.

  As soon as it was taken out, it gradually became fluffy, and soon expanded into a cloud of smoke, which was gently held on the hand.

  Kaito Kuroba was stunned: "What the **** is this?"

  In terms of shape and color, it resembles the smoke from a burning cigarette. But what is amazing is that this cloud of smoke can be touched, and it does not condense.

   "Forget it, let's get down to business first." Kuroba Kaito was full of question marks, but he didn't have time to return to the cockpit to ask. He folded the thing and stuffed it back into his cuff, then walked quickly to the hatch, pressed the button to open it, and slammed the hatch open.

   There was a loud bang, and the tattered cabin door that had already been hit was suddenly swept away by the wind. The strong wind rushed in, and the plane bumped slightly.

  Kaito Kuroba tore off his disguise, and instantly switched to his own white suit. The cloak behind him fluttered fiercely in the wind, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "My clothes are the most comfortable...!"

  Before he finished speaking, another gust of airflow hit him, pulling his big cloak and throwing him out of the plane.

   "..."

  The corners of Kidd's eyes twitched, and he struggled to maintain his balance, maintaining the calmness of a top phantom thief: "...Well, it's very convenient to get off the plane, and you don't have to find the time to jump off the plane yourself."

   While talking, he looked around.

   Seeing that there was no one in the sky, or rather there was no Mist Tengu, Kaito Kuroha was disappointed and heaved a sigh of relief. Very well, the embarrassing scene of being dragged out of the plane was not seen by any audience.

   But the bad thing is that if the hang glider breaks down or is beaten by the police, there will be no temporary accomplices who will come from the sky and come to the rescue.

   "Did Wutengu go back to his hometown when he passed through Tokyo?" Kidd muttered, "I heard that monsters are very territorial, and they went to England for a while. He is probably returning home now."

  Kidd ponders the strange psychology of monsters every day, while thumping and turning over in the air, facing downward. The cloak behind him unfolded in an instant, turning into a small triangular hang glider.

  After getting away from the plane, without the chaotic airflow, Kidd regained the usual feeling of flying in the air. He raised his hand and pressed the monocular lens, quickly locked on to the police car on the bank that was besieging "Kidd", adjusted its direction and flew over.

  …

  The long line of police cars that were chasing "Phantom Thief Kidd" had poured into a park at this time, and surrounded the fountain pool in the park.

   Isao Shinjo, wearing Kaitou Kidd’s clothes, fled for a long time, but was finally forced to the sculpture in the center of the fountain. He climbed to the top with his arms and legs, and then suddenly found that he couldn’t get down.

  Compared with a handsome appearance and a life, it seems that a life is more important. Xinzhuang Gong had no choice but to shout loudly: "I am not Kaitou Kidd, I just put on his clothes to cosplay! Help! Put me down first!"

  The Mumu Police Department who came to help looked up at the guy in white: "It turned out that he was just catching a monster...fortunately, it wasn't a homicide."

   "What is 'just', do you have any dissatisfaction with my sacred work?" Nakamori police department snorted, then turned to stare at the guy on the sculpture, "It's not a phantom thief, why are you running away!"

  Xin Zhuanggong felt very wronged: "So many police cars are chasing after you, whoever will not run."

   "Nonsense, ordinary citizens won't run away when they see the police!" Police Department Nakamori raised his hand firmly, "Admit it, you are Kidd!"

   "..."

The Mumu Police Department looked up at this strange thief, and couldn't see Kidd's demeanor at all—although the search section he was in usually had nothing to do with thieves, but recently, there have been some murders in Kidd's haunts. The Mumu Police Department is barely familiar with this strange thief.

   And the guy in front of him who couldn't get down after climbing up and had to ask the police for help, no matter how he looked at it, he was very different from the phantom thief.

   At this time, looking at the police department from the corner of the eye, I suddenly noticed something.

   "Uh, Nakamori." He interrupted his colleague who was questioning the "Phantom Thief Kidd" on the shelf, raised his chubby finger and pointed to the sky, "Look what that is."

  The Nakamori police department glanced at it casually, and saw a man in white clothes soaring in the sky with a hang glider on his back in the night sky. He snorted disdainfully: "Do you still need to ask, it must be Kidd."

  Meguru Police Department: "..."

  Nakamori Police Department: "..."

  Looking at each other for a moment, Police Department Nakamori suddenly came back to his senses, "Kidd?!...Who is this person on the sculpture?!"

  The fake Phantom Thief looked up at the real Phantom Thief who had helped him clear the suspicion, with a moved face: "Of course I'm just a fan pretending to be Kidd."

  Megure Police Department: "..." Are you really a fan, but you even wear your monocle backwards.

  Originally, the Megure Police Department felt that the first search section was inefficient. But seeing this colleague now, he silently straightened his back, gaining a little more confidence and confidence.

  The Nakamori Police Department also has its advantages: kill the target and never give up.

  He waved his big hand: "Let's go, catch the real Kidd!"

  …

  The string of police cars that had already stopped started again in a long line, and drove towards the new target in the sky.

  On the road, the police car chased the figure in the sky and rushed away, with red and blue police lights in succession, like a striking guiding belt. They beep their horns at vehicles ahead.

  Curaçao pushed the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, and glanced at the group of policemen behind him in the rearview mirror.

  The instinct of organizing cadres made her almost kick the gas pedal and fly away. But soon she reacted, hanging on the gas pedal with high heels to forcefully hold back.

  In the end, Curacao just turned the steering wheel, slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road like a novice driver, and stopped.

   Then she watched the police car speed past her car. I still don't forget that after the police car left, he showed a curious look of eating melons.

   Waiting for the police car to go away completely, Curacao sat back in his seat and regained his calm expression.

  She followed the direction of the police car, looked up out of the window, and saw a striking white dot floating in the sky.

  (end of this chapter)