Conan's Corpse Picker

This experiment was 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 do not have pain-sensing nerves.

The only problem is...

The rattling sound was too loud.

The sound of water that Jiang Xia heard fell on Matsuda Jinping's senses, and it seemed to be magnified countless times. He could clearly hear the sound of liquid flowing through his head, like a gurgling brook hanging. Oni, who has not completely forgotten his identity as a human, is really curious.

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

He tried his best to adapt to the rushing fluid in his head, 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, I can move.

Chapter 707 The decisive moment

After nodding, Matsuda Jinpei stood up and walked around in a pretentious manner.

"good."

The master of the psychic medium was also very satisfied with the result. After boasting, he handed over a cigarette and lit it in a good mood.

There was no expression on Matsuda Jinping's face, and he calmly relaxed a little, thankful that this experiment of torturing ghosts was finally over.He took the cigarette and took a deep breath, allowing the murderous aura contained in the ghost mint to radiate more, to suppress his shock.

Just halfway through the pressure, Jiang Xia looked at his watch, then turned around to get a new blood bag.

Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"

"There are still two or three hours before the appointment time, hurry up and try a few more times after smoking, I will practice my hands."

Jiang Xia picked a blood bag that was pleasing to the eye, weighed it in his hand, and looked back at him with relief:

"In case the puppet is not wrapped tightly and falls out halfway, or if you have to dismantle the puppet and reorganize it, it will be more convenient to replace it at any time after you become proficient."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

His face was still calm, but the slender fingers that were twisting the ghost mint trembled slightly, and the ash fell off and landed on his legs.

Matsuda Zhenping lowered his head, glanced at the slightly bright cigarette butt in his hand, and looked at Jiang Xia opposite him through the lingering smoke.Suddenly, he felt that the one in his hand was not a delicious ghost mint at all, but a decapitated meal before entering a certain bloody laboratory.

……

two hours later.

Jiang Xia, who had practiced stuffing the blood bag, stopped for a while, and let the ghost rest by the way.

Although Matsuda Jinping didn't say anything, but was silently bleeding, Jiang Xia always felt that this ghost was a little haggard.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter if you are tired and paralyzed, you can make up for it with a little ghost mint. You have worked so hard to accumulate murderous energy on weekdays, just to come in handy at similar times.

Thinking that there will soon be a calm and handsome "Uzo" who can be unimpeded in all occasions where age needs to be checked, Jiang Xia's actions to light the ghost mint are much more chic.

——Only when the main body and the "false Uzo" have to exist at the same time, the puppet will be handed over to Matsuda Zhenping.

More often than not, that "fake Uzo" is actually himself.

It's not because of the age of the puppet, but if Matsuda Jinhei goes to the battle to open the puppet himself, it will be tiring and murderous, so it's better to let the hardworking psychic work hard...

After briefly thinking about the future, Jiang Xia changed into low-key clothes, took a large plastic wrap and a thick briefcase, and left home.

He wants to take out the cash he hid a week ago, and then bring the [-] million yen to meet Gin.

Bring a briefcase, of course, to hold money.

And with plastic wrap... because he remembered that the money was stained with blood.A week has passed, and I don't know how bad it has become.Although the blood in this world is not so easy to spoil, but just to be on the safe side, Jiang Xia still plans to wrap it in a layer.To ensure that on the way he saw the gin, there would be no strange smell wafting out...

After arriving at the place where the money was hidden.

Jiang Xia summoned Matsuda Jinpei's puppet, asked him to pack the money into a box, and then stuffed a blood bag on the puppet's head.

After that, the two pushed their motorcycles and walked all the way to the place they had made an appointment with Gin.

……

When he was about to arrive, Jiang Xia suddenly thought of something.

"..." Speaking of which, taking Matsuda Jinpei directly to see Qin Jiu seems to be more likely to be shot to death.

——I usually see Gin and Jiu, and when Conan is away from home, he will meet Gin and Jiu from time to time.This makes Jiang Xia always have the illusion that "gin can be found everywhere"... But in fact, this does not seem to be the case.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Shuichi Akai.Five years ago, this FBI ace agent did not hesitate to betray his appearance and go undercover to join the organization. After three years of hard work, he finally found a chance to work with Qin Jiu.In the end, they failed to work together—on the day they agreed to go on a mission together, Akai Shuichi set up an ambush, intending to take the opportunity to catch Gin.And Black's Rum also felt that something was wrong, and played a trick with Akai Shuichi and his fbi pig teammates.

In the end, the teammate Pig suffered a disastrous defeat, and even Shuichi Akai exposed his identity and fled hastily.

...Having had this kind of experience, Gin should be more alert to similar things.

If a strange man in black was brought directly in front of him, Gin's sense of crisis would rise directly, and the sense of crisis would often trigger aggression... His aggression was already very strong.

"..." In short, it's better to give a buffer.Ask Matsuda Jinpei to keep a polite distance from them when he shows up.

For a suspicious boss like Qin Jiu, although the distance will not produce beauty, it can at least calm his mind.

……

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia untied the briefcase tied to the back seat of the motorcycle.

At the same time, he shouted to Matsuda Jinpei next to him: "Wait."

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head and saw the bag in his hand, thinking that Jiang Xia planned to park the motorcycle nearby and walk to the appointed place on foot, asking him to help with coolies.

So he raised his hand to take the bag, very conscious of being a tool ghost.

As a result, he took two steps with his bag in hand when he was stopped again.

Looking back this time, Jiang Xia slapped a piece of money in his hand—of course it wasn't the stolen money in the box, but ordinary cash.

"You'd better stop following me, go to that store and wait."

Jiang Xia pointed to the coffee shop on the corner from afar.

It was a European-style building with red walls and black tiles.The shape is simple and the lines are sharp.This shape and color scheme are quite depressing at first glance, but coupled with the clear floor-to-ceiling windows that almost cover the entire wall, the atmosphere is suddenly much lighter.

Originally, it was not difficult to attract customers for this kind of unique store.But it was not born at the right time - the area opposite just happened to be demolished, and now there are ruins all over the place. Outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, there are only ruins and broken tiles, and weeds push out tenaciously from the cracks in the ground. The romantic petty bourgeoisie is out of tune, and there are fewer and fewer guests.

But now, Jiang Xia is quite satisfied with this store.

He looked at Matsuda Jinpei: "Go find a seat by the window and sit down, order something casually, don't cover your head. If someone shoots you, you lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and wait for someone to come and dispose of the 'corpse'."

Matsuda was silent for a while.Was that organization so cruel?Thinking about it carefully, all the preparations he made today seemed to be to act as a corpse...

The master of the psychic master patted him on the shoulder as if he could read his mind: "Don't be burdened, this is just the worst case. In fact, it is very unlikely that they will attack you. Even if things really turn out like that in the end, I will I will also invest in the store to prevent the store from going bankrupt because of you - sitting in the store and not being beaten to death is just the beginning, and the real test will come later, don't be careless."

Chapter 708 Nobody Knows Uzo Better Than Me

Matsuda Jinpei nodded.But now, it found that it actually knew nothing about the organization Jiang Xia belonged to.

The members it had contacted before, except for Jiang Xia, were mainly old classmates and that apple-flavored woman, and those two seemed quite kind.But now, judging from Jiang Xia's words, the rest of the organization doesn't seem to be like this.

Matsuda Jinpei was a little puzzled.Jiang Xia is very concerned about today's affairs, and it seems to be related to the rations in the future. It feels that it should be more cautious: 【What should I do after passing the initial test? 】Is there any specific tips?

Although Matsuda Jinhei has been a policeman for a long time, those organizations are generally under the control of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Department, and have nothing to do with him, the trump card of the explosive ordnance disposal team of the mobile unit.

Compared with various organizations, Matsuda Jinping is still more familiar with the bombs set by those organizations... Jiang Xia's experience is needed here, and the master of the psychic master looks like he has been in that organization for a long time.

Jiang Xia thought about it seriously:

"Why don't you act according to Gin's preference for tool people? ——You still remember vodka."

Matsuda Jinhei nodded, of course he remembered, it was a big guy with a vanilla ice cream flavor, and he liked sunglasses just like him, and he would not take them off on dark nights... Although vanilla ice cream is not a flavor that adults admire, but when other ghosts suck it, Matsuda Jinpei also took a few sips with restraint, and felt that the taste was not bad, and he was also very impressed with the vodka.

"You can refer to him." Jiang Xia suggested uncertainly, then suddenly remembered something, and became serious, "Of course, just learn from his behavior patterns, not his IQ."

Matsuda Jinpei reluctantly complied, while instinctively entering the state of a tool ghost, trying to recall the characteristics of vodka, which he had only met once.

At the same time, the conscience is a little bit guilty, the righteous policeman who hates evil like hatred has actually been reduced to the point where he wants to imitate criminals...

Jiang Xia glanced at him, and said quietly: "If you successfully sneak in, we will be able to unlock more missions that require Uzo's presence in the future, and we will have all kinds of new teammates—all of them are Gin Amuro Tobel Like Maud. Maybe one day he will suddenly encounter the murderous smell of smoke.

"And we're not just here for murderous intent, we can also go undercover to organize and collect intelligence, and when the employees of the winery stop acting murderous, we will package them up and hand them over to the state."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Although she knew Jiang Xia was fooling around, but...

Thinking about the scene at that time, it nodded imperceptibly.

Then the puppet walked steadily towards the coffee shop with the briefcase and the money Jiang Xia had just given him.

Jiang Xia watched it leave.The ghost was still worried just now, but now there is a sharp light in his eyes... His subordinates have fighting spirit, and Jiang Xia feels that the chance of success has increased again.

He got on the motorcycle, rode out for a while, and parked the car.

Then he walked to the place where he had made an appointment with Gin.

Qin Jiu holds several positions, and even Jiang Xia, who is good at spying on intelligence, can't name his fixed business scope.

But one thing is certain - one of the tasks that Gin often does is to raise funds for the organization.

This is also one of the reasons why Jiang Xia has recently begun to pay attention to all kinds of stolen money, and plans to use them to feed gin, so that his boss can produce more assassination lists.

……

And now, the money is handed over to Matsuda.

This "Kurosawa Zuo" is bundled with [-] million yen in cash, which should somewhat increase his favorability with Gin.The favorability of gin is high, and it is easier for puppets to get away with it.

The meeting place with Gin was some distance away from the coffee shop where Matsuda Jinpei was.

But because the area around the coffee shop was being demolished, Jiang Xia could still see the shop clearly.

Looking from a distance, Matsuda Jinpei has already sat down by the floor-to-ceiling windows.He was exactly as Jiang Xia said, sitting in a very convenient position to be shot and killed by the irascible interviewer.Matsuda Jinpei was flipping through the menus quietly, and occasionally raised his hand to press his forehead. He looked like a thoughtful and cautious mental worker, but in fact he probably just cared about the blood bag flowing loudly in his head.

The briefcase full of money, placed flat by Matsuda Jin on the side by the window, can also be seen.

[-] million yen is an irresistible temptation for most people.Even if it is not in Mihua Town, it is enough to trigger some complicated and treacherous murders.

But in Jiang Xia's eyes, they really don't have much appeal.

——For Jiang Xia, a psychic who can snatch other people's bodies under certain conditions, money is completely outside the body, except for ghosts.

Taking a step back, even if he needs money... A while ago, thanks to the old golden house of the boss, Jiang Xia dug out a lot of gold from it and exchanged it for cash.In his stack of passbooks, each one can be counted to 0 for a long time, so much money that although Jiang Xia still remembers the location of many treasures, he is too lazy to look for them.