Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 706 Giving Too Much

   Fortunately, as long as you prepare in advance, this kind of trouble is not difficult to avoid. For example, Jiangxia's current PlanA - as long as you add a blood pack to Matsuda Zhenping, you can make sure that a shot is fired, and normal things can come out.

  Gin seems to have the habit of manually clearing his memory. After this busy organization cadre kills people, he will immediately clear the relevant information of the dead person from his mind.

Therefore, as long as it is not discovered on the spot, even if it is "dead", the Matsuda puppet still has a chance, such as changing his clothes, first sneaking into the organization from the outer members, and then running to attack Uzuo when the time is ripe... just to organize He looked like he was welcoming the newcomers, and he even recruited a bunch of undercover agents hungry for food.

  …

  Manipulating puppet clay is more like an activity that relies on intuition and body memory than meticulous analysis and calculation.

   Just like when you are exercising, you can generally think wildly.

   Jiang Xia is now thinking wildly while carefully adjusting the movement of the puppet clay.

   However, it turns out that when doing precision work, it is never a good habit to do two things.

  ——After a few seconds, Jiang Xia suddenly heard a very slight "pop".

   Immediately following, Matsuda Jinpei began to bleed from his mouth - the blood bag was half stuffed and crushed by the too solid clay.

   Matsuda Jinping's face was calm and numb, and he used the Buddhist method of "empting himself" to fight against the strange touch when he dropped the blood bag.

When he found that the blood bag was torn, he regained his senses. After a stunned moment, he immediately shut up, covered his mouth with his hand, and wiped away the blood that had smeared across the corner of his mouth. Jiang Xia had replaced the fabric sofa a while ago, and the fake blood dripped. Extremely difficult to wash up. Although Jiang Xia is not the kind of strict owner of "the puppet broke the beloved furniture, so the ghost mint is deducted", but this somewhat black-bellied psychic master can completely "mix the murderous smell of alcohol with a little murderous smell of disinfectant" , or the behavior of "adding a bit of formalin-flavored murderous gas into the coffee-flavored murderous gas" before feeding... This point, the mermaid and Xiaobai have been forced to demonstrate to them many times, Matsuda Jinping didn't want to try it for himself.

   Jiang Xia was also startled by the sudden burst of blood.

   After regaining his senses, he sighed and pointed to the bathroom in the bedroom.

   Waiting for Matsuda Jinping to walk in, standing on the smooth broken-flowered porcelain floor tiles, Jiang Xia snapped his fingers and scattered the puppets.

   The figure in black disappeared out of thin air, only the blood in the blood bag hung in the air. After a few tenths of a second, they crashed down, splashing on the ground without a drop, and then Jiang Xia picked up the nozzle and washed it away.

   At the same time, the illusory clay piled up, and the clean Matsuda Jinping quickly reappeared beside the sofa.

   Jiang Xia looked back and nodded in satisfaction. The vest is very good, not afraid of getting dirty, one-click cleaning.

   He walked to the cabinet and opened the door. Take a new blood pack out.

   was about to go back, and after thinking about it, he put the blood bag back into the box. Then he hugged the whole box, walked to the sofa, and placed it in front of the Matsuda array:

   "Maybe the clay was too hard just now. I took back some of the shikigami and tried again."

  “…”

   Matsuda Zhenping trembled slightly, his eyes drooping slightly, and instinctively counted the number of blood packs neatly packed in the box.

   After a while, I recalled the feeling that my brain was invaded by a soft blood bag just now, and I felt that if I were still a person, there must be a waterfall of cold sweat hanging from my forehead now... Well, well, he is no longer human. Getting some water into the brain is not a big deal, and of course blood is the same.

  Thinking like this, under the urging of Jiang Xia's eyes, the calm police officer Songtian bent down and picked up a blood bag...and continued to stuff it into his mind.

   more than ten minutes later.

The position of the    blood bag was slowly fixed, Jiang Xia stopped the manipulation of the puppet clay and carefully looked at Matsuda Jinping.

   found that at least from the outside, the blood bag was completely hidden. There are no subtle consequences of "bulging the back of the head", "enlarged head", "seeing strange things through the pupils".

  According to a little bit of feedback from the puppet clay, at this moment, the blood bag was lying quietly in Matsuda array flat brain. Although it was under tremendous pressure from all directions, it was not crushed. Only when the range of movement becomes larger, the sound of gurgling water seems to be heard.

……Ok? The sound of water?

  “…”

   Jiang Xia struggled for a moment and figured it out: it doesn't matter, it's not a big problem, just let Matsuda Jinping carry a water cup with him.

   He straightened up, let go of the hard-working puppet, and was about to compliment him and give him a spearmint to reward him.

   But he found Matsuda Jinping sitting on the sofa, the whole person... the whole ghost was completely still. If Jiang Xia hadn't pulled him to check, he might not have moved at all.

  “…?”

Jiang Xia looked at him suspiciously, raised his hand and waved in front of him, feeling like an unlicensed doctor in a black workshop who had just performed a dangerous operation, and asked uncertainly, "How do you feel? Can you see it? Consciously Can you control your actions?"

  Jiang Xia did not possess himself to open a puppet and conduct this experiment.

  If he plays by himself, the result will be less rigorous.

When    introduced the fake Wuzuo Matsuda Jinping to Jinjiu, Jiang Xia's body must speak and move. So at that time, the puppet must be Matsuda Jin Hiramoto ghost.

   And Jiang Xia and the ghosts are different in nature. Jiang Xia can swallow the blood bag while driving the puppet, which does not mean that the Matsuda Array can also be swallowed flat, so the ghost must give it a try.

   That's right, it's just for the sake of rigor, and it has nothing to do with not wanting to stuff water into my head...

   And "hiding a blood bag in the puppet clay" sounds like an easy task. But it's actually not that simple. If you have to make an analogy, this is more like stuffing a bag of blood into a pile of baked and hardened clay; or a drop of water falling on a smooth tabletop, which should have been spread out into a circle due to surface tension, but now It's like filling in a blank triangle - when the puppet is formed, it has stabilized its shape. It can be supported by changing the shape for a short time, but it is very troublesome to store items for a long time like today.

   Jiang Xia doesn't know how the puppet feels now.

   He only knew that once the blood bag was put in, the consumption rate of murderous aura was obviously improved with the naked eye, and it was more difficult for a puppet to get water in his head.

   Matsuda Jinping heard a series of questions from Jiang Xia, and gradually thawed from the petrified state.

   He raised his hand and felt the skin near the blood bag. He shook his head slowly again.

   This experiment is actually a success.

   Because at present, this blood bag has no effect on movement and vision, and of course it will not cause pain, after all, puppets have no pain nerves.

  The only problem is...

  The sound of clattering is too loud.

The sound of water heard by Jiang Xia fell on Matsuda Jinping's senses, and it seemed to be amplified countless times. He could clearly hear the sound of the liquid flowing through his head, like a gurgling stream hanging. For ghosts who have not completely forgotten their human identity, it is really very curious.

   However, this has nothing to do with the question Jiang Xia asked just now. The calm adult police ghost also doesn't want to admit that his state will be affected by the mere cerebral hemorrhage.

   He tried his best to get used to the fluid flowing in his brain, and picked up the sunglasses next to him and put them on again.

   Thinking of Jiang Xia's questions, he nodded four times in turn: I feel good, I can see, I am conscious, and I can move.

   (end of this chapter)