The Corpse Collector In Conan Chapter 717: The risk of the former leader

The body search was finally over, and the regretful sighs of the ghosts came from outside the window.

Jiang Xia is actually a bit regretful in his heart. He knew that he should have prepared more fragmentary small weapons, and armed the Matsuda brand puppet from head to toe. In this way, Vodka took out one, and he was shocked, and then took out another one. Surprised again… Maybe the time has been delayed for a long time, not only the amount of murderous vodka has increased sharply, but also additional output from the gin side.

…

After confirming that Xitu was unarmed, Gin let people into the car.

The vehicle left the open space by the river and drove to a factory a few kilometers away. It looked like a run-down chemical factory, where gin was often destroyed.

After the car restarted.

Jiang Xia looked at the subordinate puppets sitting next to him, and then at the gin in the front row, feeling a little hesitant.

At this time, Jiang Xia realized that her interview experience was actually not very rich—part-time jobs are usually replaced by Amuro Toru and go directly there, and variety shows are mostly introduced by Ms. Yoko. The interview case is that he sneaked into the Amuro Detective Agency in Amuro Tona before.

But now, I’m afraid I can’t refer to that experience…

Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then poked Matsuda Jinping: [Why don’t you follow the process first and introduce yourself? ]

The communication between ghosts and psychics can be done through something like telepathy.

Matsuda Jinpei looked away from Gin, feeling that the young psychic master was too concerned about the process and ignored a small problem: [They can’t understand me]

Jiang Xia actually planned to take advantage of the chaos to hang up the main body, so he possessed himself to introduce himself.

But think about it and forget it. Tonight, as a middleman, he can’t hang up from the beginning to the end. And it would be strange if the dummy Xitu sometimes spoke very fluently, and sometimes didn’t say a word, switching states too quickly.

Before figuring out how to conduct the interview, the interviewer spoke first.

Gin Jiu suddenly shook his phone towards the back row.

Looking carefully, there is a piece of news opened on the interface – it is a report about the former circus head who was involved in a vendetta and was unfortunately killed by a falling object. But it wasn’t the one Jiang Xia sent him, but other reports of the same case.

Although Gin Jiu is not a professional intelligence officer, he is good at everything as he holds several positions. When receiving this kind of information, I also used to draw inferences to confirm it, and found other information to check.

Then I found a photo by accident.

The reporters here have always had the habit of reporting the death of the deceased in the newspaper. Of course there is in this report. Among the news that Gin Jiu found, there was a photo of the unlucky deceased with crowds of onlookers in the background.

After zooming in, you can see that Xitu is also among the onlookers—although he didn’t show his face, but the natural curly hair is quite characteristic, and with the frame of the same sunglasses, there is reason to guess that this is the himself.

Although there is no tangible evidence, many times the organization does not need tangible evidence.

Qin Jiu sneered and put away his phone, but he didn’t address the newcomer who was photographed, but Jiang Xia:

“Your new ‘weapon’ is also involved in the murder plan of the circus leader, such as luring people there at a specific time and place… Do you dare to use something that has killed the master?”

Jiang Xia waved his hand indifferently: “It’s the head of the regiment who is blind. He held the knife on the blade. How can he blame the knife if his hand is broken. And he didn’t use proper means to tame his subordinates. Just like that The mahout in the ancient story tied the young elephant with a thin iron chain, hoping that the young elephant would form a mindset after many times of struggling to no avail, and would still succumb to the thin iron chain when it grew up… Now The baby elephant has really grown up, but the mahout’s ability is still only enough to provide a thin iron chain, but the adult elephant is not as obedient as he imagined, but breaks free from the iron chain and tramples him down. Death—in terms of its nature, this is not called killing the lord, but it is not forgetting the original intention, which is worthy of praise.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Xia paused suddenly.

Then, as if he realized that he had slipped his tongue, his eyes drifted out of the car window, he cleared his throat, and patched up as if nothing had happened:

“Of course, I was just making an analogy. In fact, the leader’s death can only be blamed on his own bad luck, and killing the master is even more nonsense. Xitu was still his subordinate at the time, and it was very strange to appear near the murder scene. Reasonable, maybe they made an appointment to go to the street to play games that day… right.” He pushed his arm against Matsuda Jinhei next to him, as if he was dissatisfied with the taciturnity of this subordinate, “Speak.”

Matsuda Jinpei: “…?”

Really need him to talk? Do you want to mutter in a ghostly tone…

He glanced at Jiang Xia and then again, hesitatingly preparing to speak. Perhaps what Jiang Xia meant was to let him speak like a dumb man to explain the situation…

But Jiang Xia seemed to see what he was thinking, before he could speak, she suddenly raised her hand to press on the side of his head, interrupting him.

…

Jiang Xia pressed the puppet’s head, but there was no cool touch like the puppet’s skin, but something very plastic… No, to be precise, it was plastic.

——It may be because the plugging time is a bit long, while the puppet is constantly moving, the puppet clay flows finely. A corner of the blood bag that was placed in the center of his head was exposed. Fortunately, it was covered by broken hair, so it was not very conspicuous.

But just now, when Gin Jiu turned around to show them the photos, he seemed to notice something. It’s just that the light in the car was dim, Gin might not have noticed that it was a blood bag, and thought it was the shadow of his hair, so he didn’t say anything.

But after ~IndoMTL.com~ he waited in a place with lighting, and with his strong desire to explore with gin, once he remembered what happened just now, his attention would probably shift here again.

“…” Jiang Xia held down the blood bag, and while secretly pushing it back, she followed what she said just now, “I almost forgot, he doesn’t seem to be in the time when he can talk.”

Vodka: “…?” There is still time to speak? Could it be that you are just dumb… Letting you drug your little brother randomly, such a pervert really doesn’t deserve to have a loyal tool man!

Qin Jiu also frowned, slightly puzzled: What is the time when you can’t speak?

Jiang Xia saw their doubts, tapped the side of the blood bag with his fingers, and explained: “He was injured here – it seems that he went out with someone before, and that person stepped on a landmine, and the leg bone fragments flew out. Hit him on the head.”

Speaking, Jiang Xia used some strength to pull the bewildered Matsuda Jinping down and push down, then like a weapon’s flawed review, he brushed aside his hair and pointed to the place near his temple near his eyes: “Look , and left a scar.” At the same time, he clicked his tongue critically, “Fortunately, the hair can cover it, otherwise it would be really ugly.”

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