The Corpse Collector In Conan Chapter 706: Paid too much

Fortunately, as long as you prepare in advance, this kind of trouble is not difficult to avoid. For example, Jiang Xia's current one--just add a blood bag to Matsuda Zhenping to ensure that normal things can come out with one shot.

Qin Jiu seems to have the habit of manually clearing his memory. This busy organization cadre will immediately clear the relevant information of the dead person from his mind after killing someone.

So, as long as it is not discovered on the spot that something is wrong, even if it is "dead", the Matsuda puppet still has a chance, such as changing its clothes, sneaking into the organization from the peripheral members first, and then coming to Uzo when the time is right... ...just organized a look of welcoming newcomers, and even recruited a bunch of undercover agents without hesitation.

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Manipulating the puppet clay is actually more like an activity that relies on intuition and body memory than detailed 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, double-tasking is never a good habit.

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

Immediately afterwards, Matsuda Jinpei's mouth began to bleed—the blood bag was half stuffed, and was crushed by the overly solid clay.

Matsuda Jinpei's face was calm and numb, and he used the Buddhist method of "letting himself go" to resist the strange touch when throwing the blood bag.

It was only when he found that the blood bag was broken that he came back to his senses. He shut up immediately after being stunned, and covered his mouth with his hands, pressing and wiping away the blood that had passed by the corner of his mouth——Jiang Xia had a new fabric sofa a while ago, Fake blood drips are extremely difficult to wash off. Although Jiang Xia is not the kind of strict master who "a puppet broke the beloved furniture and withheld the ghost mint", but this dark-bellied psychic master can completely "mix the murderous smell of alcohol with the murderous smell of disinfectant" , or the behavior of "mixing a little formalin-flavored murderous gas with coffee-flavored murderous gas" and then feeding... This point, the mermaid and Xiaobai have been forced to demonstrate to them many times, and Matsuda Jinpei does not want to try it himself.

Jiang Xia was also taken aback by the sudden rupture of the blood bag.

After recovering, he sighed and pointed to the bathroom that came with the bedroom.

When Matsuda Jinping walked in and stood on the smooth floral 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 was hanging in the air. A few tenths of a second later, they fell with a crash, 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 Jinpei soon reappeared next to the sofa.

Jiang Xia looked back and nodded with satisfaction. The vest is very good, it is not afraid of getting dirty, and it can be cleaned with one button.

He walked to the cabinet and opened the door. Brought out a new blood bag.

Just about to walk back, after thinking about it, he put the blood bag back into the box. Then hugged the whole box, walked to the sofa, and put it in front of Matsuda Zhenping:

"It may be that the hardness of the clay was too high just now. I took back part of the shikigami and tried again."

“…”

Matsuda trembled uncontrollably, lowered his eyes slightly, and instinctively counted the number of blood packs neatly stacked in the box.

After a while, I recalled the feeling that my brain was invaded by a soft blood bag just now, and felt that if I was still a human being, cold sweat like a waterfall must be hanging on my forehead... Well, well, he is no longer a human being. It's not a big deal to get some water in the brain, and of course it's the same to get blood.

Thinking of this, under the urging of Jiang Xia's gaze, the calm police officer Matsuda leaned down, and picked up a blood bag...and continued to stuff it into his head.

More than ten minutes later.

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

It was found that at least from the outside, the blood bag was completely hidden. It did not cause subtle consequences such as "bulging of the back of the head", "bigger head", "strange things can be seen through the pupil".

According to the little feedback from the puppet clay, at this time, the blood bag was lying quietly in Matsuda Zhenping's mind. Although it was under tremendous pressure from all directions, it was not overwhelmed. Only when the range of movement becomes larger, it seems that the sound of gurgling water can be heard.

…Huh? Water sound?

“…”

Jiang Xia struggled for a moment, and figured it out: It doesn't matter, the problem is not big, and it will be fine for Matsuda Jinpei to bring a water cup with him when the time comes.

He straightened up, let go of the hard-working puppet, and was about to praise a few words and give him a ghost mint as a reward.

But found that Matsuda Zhenping was sitting on the sofa, the whole person... the whole ghost was in a completely still state, if Jiang Xia hadn't pulled him to check just now, he might not have moved at all.

"...?"

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

Jiang Xia did not possess himself to open the puppet and carry out this experiment.

If he goes into battle by himself, the result will become less rigorous.

When introducing Matsuda Jinping, the fake Uzo, to Qinjiu, Jiang Xia's body must speak and move. So at that time, the one who opened the puppet must be the ghost of Matsuda Zhenping.

But Jiang Xia is different from ghost fetuses in nature. Jiang Xia can swallow blood packs when driving the puppet, but it doesn't mean that Matsuda can swallow the blood bag when driving the puppet, so the ghost must try it by himself.

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

And "hide a blood pack in the puppet clay" sounds like an easy task. But it's actually not that simple. If I had to make an analogy, it would be more like stuffing a blood bag into a pile of baked and hardened clay; or a drop of water falling on a smooth tabletop should have spread out into a circle due to surface tension, but now It's like trying to fill in a blank triangle inside - when the puppet was formed, it had already stabilized its shape. It can still 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 speed of the murderous aura increased visibly with the naked eye, and the puppet also had a hard time getting into the water.

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

He raised his hand and touched the skin close to the blood bag. Slowly shaking his head again.

This experiment was actually a success.

Because it seems that ~IndoMTL.com~ this blood pack 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 is too loud.

The sound of water that Jiang Xia heard fell on Matsuda Jinping's senses, as if it had been magnified countless times. He could clearly hear the sound of liquid flowing through his head, like a gurgling brook. For a ghost who has not completely forgotten its human identity, it is really very 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, and picked up the sunglasses next to him to put them on again.

Thinking of Jiang Xia's questions, she nodded her head four times: I feel good, I can see, I am conscious, I can move.

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