Conan's Corpse Picker

He changed into cleaner's clothes, hid Hui Yuanai in a cardboard box, pushed the cleaning cart quickly through the corridor, and walked towards the wine cellar of the old building.

This was originally the second set of plans prepared by the organization - if Tunkou Councilors did not follow their instructions to stand under the chandelier, they would be transported away with this set of equipment and then slaughtered slowly.

Unexpectedly, it will come in handy to capture Shirley now.

……

Someone just died at the Cupido City Hotel. At this time, there are policemen at the exit and entrance. It is too risky to take an unconscious child out now.

Pisk decided to put the man in the wine cellar for a while, and wait for the police to relax before looking for an opportunity to take him away.

Entering the wine cellar, he threw the unconscious Hui Yuan Ai on the ground, then took off the cleaner's clothes on his body, opened his laptop, and just wanted to send a message to Gin, urging him to come quickly.

But at this moment, Pisk suddenly thought of one thing.

——When he was going out just now, he saw the high school detective who was suspected of having an affair with Shirley, still standing in the corner of the banquet hall, distracted, and did not leave.

It's so chaotic everywhere now, it's rare to find such an opportunity, it's better to cheat and deal with it together - the young man looks like a good student who won't reject the old man, and he's also drunk.Although I don't know why Qin Jiu is so afraid of him, but there is no harm in trying...

Chapter 356

Thinking of this, Pisk walked back quickly, worried that if he walked too slowly, the drunk No. 2 would leave first.

After the silver-haired old man walked away, a figure came to the locked wine cellar, reaching for the door lock.

With a slight click, the lock spring springs, and the door is pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Xia opened the puppet, walked in the door silently, and then locked the door again with a strange white key.

After picking up many shikigami, the hardness and fineness of the puppet clay have been greatly improved compared to the beginning, and Jiang Xia no longer has to worry about the problem of slow picking the lock.

After locking the door, he scattered the impromptu door opening tool, then walked a few steps to the cardboard box with the cleaner's clothes on it, and slapped something into it.

After that, he looked around the cabinet next to him, found a suitable and hidden place, stuffed the puppet in and hung up the phone.

Consciousness temporarily returned to the body.

……

in the banquet hall.

Jiang Xia stood by the window and opened his eyes.

The main body has been facing the window, staring at the deep night outside, pretending to be in a daze, but actually hung up the phone - due to the chaos in the corridor outside, he was able to hang here for a long time without being disturbed.

Now that his consciousness has returned, Jiang Xia is about to go to the corridor to see the situation.

However, at this moment, through the dark mirror-like window in front of him, he saw a familiar figure approaching from behind him.

The eyes of the two met in the "Black Mirror", and Pisk showed a kind old man's smile.

Jiang Xia turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

Already in the process of approaching, Pisk quietly slumped a little, making himself look older and less threatening than usual.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found that no one noticed this side, and he was secretly happy, but on his face he said anxiously:

"Young man, do you know where the changing room of this hotel is? My granddaughter accidentally spilled wine on her skirt just now and said she wanted to change it, but she hasn't come back yet."

While listening, Jiang Xia secretly looked at Pisk from head to toe.

Even though he had just killed someone, there was already some murderous aura on this bottle of old wine.

Think about Pisk now inexplicably coming to chat...

Jiang Xia had a vague realization.

He nodded immediately, showing a faint angelic smile resembling Mao Lilan: "Don't worry, the security here is good, and there shouldn't be any accidents——I know the location of the locker room, come with me."

As he said that, he walked towards the side door, and led Pisk out of the banquet hall in a low-key manner, heading towards the empty rooms deep in the corridor.

The two walked through the side door one after the other.

At the same time, at the main entrance of the banquet hall tens of meters away, Miwako Sato stared at the backs of the two in a daze.

……

The deeper the corridor, the more murderous Pisk's body became.

Jiang Xia noticed this and realized that he had guessed right—probably because of the news from Qin Jiu just now, which misunderstood Pisk. He seemed to regard "Jiang Xia" as an enemy.

...that's wonderful.

As a member of the same organization, he can't just attack Pisk for nothing.

But if it was Pisk who made the first move, he instinctively defended himself and made a few strikes, which is also very reasonable.

After these few blows, a qualified and prudent member of the organization should think: a teammate suddenly attacks him for no reason in a place where there are many policemen... This may happen because the teammate is actually an undercover agent or a traitor. Wanting to cooperate with the police around him is not good for him.

In this way, wouldn't it be more reasonable to drag Pisk to a place where no one was around and beat him a few more times, to torture him to find out the real purpose...

Jiang Xia quickly led Pisk through the corridor, made a slight turn, and came to an empty dressing room.

In order to reassure Pisk, he knocked on the door a few times and politely waited for the "granddaughter" inside to open it by herself.

Pisk listened to the occasional footsteps in the corridor, and anxiously urged, like a grandfather worried about his granddaughter, "Go in and have a look."

This kind of behavior of asking a strange man to open the door of his granddaughter's fitting room without opening the door himself is actually a bit contrary to thinking about it.

But Jiang Xia tolerantly ignored this because he was full of murderous intent.

He turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

Pisk looked at this naive young man who took the elderly lightly, a sneer appeared on his lips, and there was also a faint sense of pride as an experienced elder.

He straightened his back again, regaining the appearance of a strong organization cadre. At the same time, he strode into the house and slashed at the back of Jiang Xia's neck with his palm, intending to knock him out, and then transport him to the wine cellar to be dealt with with Xue Li.

However, the actual situation was slightly different from his perfect script.

——When he was about to hit, the detective in front of him turned his body strangely and gave up his hand. At the same time, he backhanded and grabbed Pisk's neckline very skillfully.

Pisker was taken aback.

Before he had time to think about it, his whole body was already flying into the air like a sack being swung away. Like countless other senior criminals, he drew the same trajectory in the air and made the same noise on the ground. Howled the same scream.

...the only advantage is that Pisk has at least some professional training compared to some other criminals who know nothing about fighting.He protected his vitals in time and was not thrown stupid the first time.

But things didn't get any better.

Even, after a few seconds, Pisk vaguely had the illusion that not falling unconscious was not an advantage, but a disadvantage.

——When he fell to the ground, he felt Jiang Xia loosen his neckline.However, before he could get up, someone stepped on his back firmly.Immediately following the ears came a "click" sound of something stretching.

Pisk looked through the arm gap in front of his face, and saw Jiang Xia locked the door, and at the same time, pulled out a pitch-black swinging stick from nowhere.

Pisk looked at this set of smooth movements: "..."

... No, when he was in the banquet hall before, he checked it in his free time - Jiang Xia didn't have any certificates in karate, judo, taekwondo, etc. His resume, no matter how you look at it, looks more like a person who is not good at fighting, A detective who is good at brainpower, which also fits Jiang Xia's external image.

Shouldn't this kind of person be slapped down in the face of an attack from behind? !why……

boom--

Pisk let out a scream, and his chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the severe pain on his body.

He rolled and moved on the ground, trying to get rid of it, but the stick was knocked down at a speed denser than the rainstorm and heavier than the thunder... How dare this detective beat an old man in his 70s like this!Pisk's sense of bewilderment was gradually subdued by the pain, and he began to be filled with anger, as well as a faint trace of fear.

He, he wouldn't die here in such a ridiculous way.I heard that when people get drunk, their sanity declines, and it is difficult to control the severity of their strikes. It is not uncommon for people to fight to death after drinking...

At this moment, thinking of the email that Gin sent before, Pisk suddenly felt that he understood the meaning of Gin.

But at the same time, anger is inevitable.

——If Gin didn’t say “don’t provoke him” in general, but clearly stated “he’s good at beating people so don’t provoke him”, then he, who holds a hot weapon, wouldn’t fall into this situation at all—— As a financial predator, he is legally qualified to hold a gun, and he happens to have a gun on him!

Thinking of this, Pisk suddenly grasped a glimmer of hope for survival.

Although this may cause him to be under the spotlight of the police, it is better than being beaten to death by a drunk detective for no reason...

He struggled to reach his gun pocket.

But before he could hold the handle of the gun, there was a sudden knocking sound from the locked door.

Someone shouted hesitantly outside the door: "...Jiang Xia?"

The stick that kept hitting Pisk was suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Pisk heard Jiang Xia click his tongue very regretfully.

This gap made Pisk come back a little bit, and he took a deep breath, regardless of reserve, "Save...!"

As soon as he uttered a gasp, Jiang Xia squatted down and grabbed his mouth.

This action also reveals a strange skill.

Pisk: "!!!"

Numerous cases flashed through his mind, all of which were innocent souls who tried to call for help when they were violently assaulted, but were strangled to death by panicked gangsters, or suffocated to death by covering their mouths.

... Gin!Gin!Vodka, and that other member! !Why are you still not here! !

The pig teammate mistaken me! !

Feeling the reduced air, Pisk's face turned green, and his eyes were stained with a trace of panic at the end.No matter how old a person is, he will be afraid of death, let alone only seventy, if he can, he even wants to live another seven hundred years!

However, what happened next was not what Pisk thought.

Jiang Xia didn't hold him until he died.

Instead, he picked him up from the ground, and quickly and quickly slapped away the light footprints on his back.

Afterwards, Pisk saw the detective silently fold the special stick back into its original shape, put it in his pocket, and then step forward to open the locked locker room door as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Xia glanced outside the door, seemingly surprised: "Officer Sato?"

Miwako Sato didn't speak, but turned her head slightly, looked suspiciously over Jiang Xia's shoulder, and looked into the room.

I saw an old man with white hair squatting in the room, slightly bent, his face seemed distorted.

The sound insulation of this hotel is good. After Miwako Sato followed and listened through the door for a while, she was still unable to determine what happened in the room.

But now, seeing the appearance of the old man inside, she suddenly realized that Jiang Xia must be secretly beating someone behind the police's back.

This is of course not legal, but after condemning, Miwako Sato couldn't help but think: Jiang Xia would not do such a thing for no reason, and his previous experience has also proved that every time he beats criminals who are very harmful ...Could it be that Jiang Xia has found the real culprit who killed the congressman?The real culprit is this old man? !

Miwako Sato looked solemn, and was about to ask carefully.