Conan's Corpse Picker

The person on the recliner looked at him for a while, leaned on the armrests and lazily got up, the skirt swept the sand, making a small sound.

Soon, Masahiko Michiri heard her say in a friendly and happy way, "Okay."

……

Masahiko Dori was startled.

When he got closer, he realized that this was actually a very beautiful woman.

Masahiko Michiri: "..." That's great.

- Damn pretty women!

Especially this kind of slut that anyone can date.

He let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart, and the scene of stabbing and disemboweling the person in front of him couldn't help appearing in his mind.

But as a senior murderer who had already killed four people, he calmly restrained the expression that shouldn't appear, turned to the side in a gentlemanly manner, and began to lead the way.

……

Masahiko Michiri chose a mountain road, which was very remote.

People feel safe in a familiar place, and the same goes for a murderer—Masahiko Michiri once tortured and killed a woman in this neighborhood, so he has a lot of affection for this place.

On the way, he used reasons such as "the environment over there is better" and "I know a very beautiful scenic spot" to lead Anonymous to the deep mountain.

After walking a long way, making sure the screaming here doesn't attract other people.

Masahiko Michiri no longer controlled his expression.

He pulled out the knife from his pocket and turned around with a smirk.

Then he was hit hard on the top of the head with a stick.

The wooden stick fell with the sound of the wind, and the moment it hit, a golden flower seemed to explode in front of Masahiko Michiri's eyes.

His hand trembled, and the knife fell with a bang.

Masahiko Michiri covered his head, and took two steps back in horror and confusion.In his blurred vision, he saw that "weak woman in black dress" weighed the wooden stick he had just picked up in his hand, and was staring at him with eyes of uncontrollable surprise.

Daori Masahiko touched the blood on his head, and then looked at the smile on Unknown's face, as if being poured head-on by a basin of ice water.

……how so?

Is there something wrong?

The script is not like that!Obviously it should be the other way around...

boom--!

Unnamed walked up to him with the hem of his skirt, raised his hand, and dropped another stick.

……

After a few minutes.

The shikigami on Michiri Masahiko's lap may have died too badly and was extremely stubborn.

Masahiko Daori had already been beaten into a pig's head, Jiang Xia couldn't find a good place to attack, but the shikigami still showed no sign of letting go.

Jiang Xia: "..." We can't waste any more time, the main body is still hanging up in the pottery classroom.

...I have to find a way to get the shikigami as soon as possible.

……

After all, Daoli Masahiko is a majestic eight-foot man, very resistant to beatings.

When Jiang Xia was distracted for a moment, he had time to wipe away the blood that flowed from his eyes, and ran away scrambling.

Just now, of course, he also tried to resist, but he gave up after a few seconds—he couldn't feel the hope of "winning" at all.The opponent's strength and reaction speed are not like a delicate woman at all, and they are simply too powerful to be human.

Once this impression appeared, when Masahiko Michiri looked at Anonymous again, he suddenly felt her faint smile, as if the makeup painted on the face of the corpse by the mortician remained unchanged, giving off a chill that did not belong to a living person.

"..." For a moment, Masahiko Michiro suspected that the people he had killed gathered together and turned into female ghosts, who came to seek revenge on him.

Just as I thought of this, a sentence suddenly came from behind me: "Don't run, I won't beat you anymore."

Daoli Masahiko's heart tightened, and he yelled: "A woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost, he doesn't believe it!"

But the phrase "I won't hit you anymore" was too attractive to him.

Masahiko Michiri couldn't help but look back with a little hope.

Seeing Anonymous throw away the wooden stick casually, he smiled harmlessly at him.

"..." Masahiko Masahiro stopped hesitantly. He looked at the weapons on the ground, then at Anonymous, almost weeping with joy, and confirmed again and again in disbelief, "You really won't fight anymore?"

"Of course." The woman nodded.

Suddenly, a bloody and deep knife cut opened in her abdomen, followed by another one, and another... Her skin and internal organs kept rolling outwards, wriggling and expanding, like a gaping bloody mouth.

... This is exactly what happened to those people who were killed by Masahiko Michiri in the past.

Masahiko Michiri screamed, his throat was blocked, and his scalp was numb—it is impossible for a living person to be broken like this, and he continued to stand... Those people, those people are back! ! !

In the extreme panic, he heard Anonymous continue the words just now and said faintly: "If you accidentally break it, you won't be able to slice it properly."

There was a dead silence in the deep forest for a few seconds.

Then suddenly there was a throat-ripping scream.

Daori Masahiko panicked and ran wildly, his huge desire to survive made him explode at extremely high speed.The mountain wind whistled in my ears, and the blood on the top of my head flowed down my eyes, blurring my vision.

Amidst the crimson, he heard a friendly reminder from behind: "Don't run around, the mountains are very dangerous."

Daoli Masahiko ignored him and strode forward.

Then suddenly there was nothing under his feet.

Chapter 82

After a few seconds.

In the pottery classroom by the sea, Jiang Xia leisurely opened her eyes.

As soon as I opened it, I almost fell asleep again - I drove the unknown for such a long distance, and even used the "death reappearance" of the tengu ghost, which consumed a lot of energy.

However, before falling asleep again.

Jiang Xia suddenly noticed something, turned her gaze to the side, and landed on a person in the pottery classroom.

It was an old man with an artistic Mediterranean hairstyle and a murderous aura wrapped around his body.

"..."

Jiang Xia looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and decided to drink a ghost mint extravagantly to replenish his energy.

In order to avoid excessive sleepiness, it will affect the painful multiple-choice question of "murderous or ghost" later.

……

Toru Amuro and several classmates are busy in front of the production stage.

When they should talk clichés, and those who should do pottery are doing pottery.

Jiang Xia stood up, pushed the door open, lit a sprig of ghost mint, and fed the ghost to herself.

With one stick, he immediately got rid of the state where he could fall asleep at any time.

……

After adding the meal, Jiang Xia didn't go back to the house immediately.

Usually, after the puppet is scattered, the ghost fetus and the bound shikigami can directly return to the tattoo on Jiang Xia's heart.

But this time, the newly picked shikigami has not yet been bound, so Miyano Akemi needs to carry it back.

Jiang Xia waited at the door for a while, Miyano Akemi floated back panting with Shikigami and murderous intent on her back.

The four shikigami were rolled into a small package by her and carried on her back.

Miyano Akemi floated to the door, put the shikigami at Jiang Xia's feet, and fell to the ground with a slap, flattened into a ghost--it was really tiring to float back after traveling through mountains and rivers.

Jiang Xia rubbed her head, handed over half of the ghost mint in her hand, and fed it to the meritorious ghost.

Miyano Akemi smelled the aroma, raised her head and looked around.His gaze quickly settled on Jiang Xia's hand.She rolled over and hugged Jiang Xia's hand holding a cigarette, happily eating.

After Jiang Xia fed the ghost, she returned to the pottery classroom.

……

Amuro heard the door knock, turned his head, and gave him a complicated look.

Originally, Toru Amuro planned to let Jiang Xia gain the goodwill of the potters, so as to facilitate clichés.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Xia fell asleep in the same standby state as yesterday.

Toru Amuro hadn't observed Jiang Xia for a long time before, so he couldn't be sure whether this was Jiang Xia's normal state, or whether he was really possessed by something strange.

But in short, no matter what it is, the plan to let Jiang Xia, a "talented apprentice" to win favor, has gone bankrupt.

But fortunately, although Jiang Xia lost the chain, his two classmates are very dexterous, and they are cute girls, who are very appreciated by the grandfather.

The atmosphere in the pottery classroom gradually became harmonious.

……

Jiang Xia returned to the classroom and found an empty production table. While pinching the soil, he looked at the pottery grandpa next to him from the corner of his eye.

The beautiful lady employee in the store saw him, approached him enthusiastically, and taught him how to make pottery.

Jiang Xia chatted with her in a low voice for a while, and found out some interesting information.

Combined with their own "prophecy" ability.

Jiang Xia gradually sorted out the cause and effect.

——The Mediterranean old man with a murderous look is named Mino Zongzhi.

He is the store manager of this pottery classroom, and at the same time, he is also the junior of the national treasure pottery master "Kikuemon".

Mino Zongyuki had a daughter.A few years ago, the young apprentice of "Kikuemon" became Mino Soyuki's son-in-law.However, two years ago, the little apprentice cheated on the pretty employees in the shop.

Afterwards, the daughter committed suicide in frustration.