The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand and twenty-nine [game over] o(〃’?’〃)o

"As you wish."

"Professor Moriarty" was not surprised by her wish, and raised his hand to press the button on the table.

Then, as if to call it a day, he said politely, "Then, see you later."

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but asked "Moriarty" on the opposite side: "Are you human?"

Jiang Xia was startled.

Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was swearing, or simply said a question sentence, the game process was over, and the consciousness of several high school students who had been pulled to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.

In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "..."

...It should be an interrogative sentence.

Anyway, Jiang Xia is Jiang Xia, and "Moriarty" is "Moriarty", so it's not a big problem. He shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and quickly returned to his body.

…

A few seconds later, Jiang Xia opened his eyes on the bed.

He yawned and wanted to turn over to catch up on sleep.

However, Jiang Xia glanced at Noah inadvertently, and Jiang Xia was stunned, and slowly sat up: "...what's the matter with you?"

—Originally, Noah looked like a crystal ball.

However, at this time, there are traces of impurities in this ghost ball. It's like an insoluble mist trapped in water.

Noah looked down at himself, also surprised.

After a while, it carefully felt the physical condition, and hesitated: "It seems to be the murderous intent after using it."

——As a ghost, when running the "game", its fuel is of course all kinds of murderous intent.

It may be because of eating too much at one time, the murderous aura has undergone some wonderful changes, accumulated in the body, and turned into this white mist.

…

Jiang Xia saw such a strange thing for the first time.

He stared at Noah and pondered for a moment, grabbed the ghost, rubbed and rubbed it, and tried to get those white mist-like things out of Noah's body—in any case, clean up the ghost first.

After rubbing for a few minutes, when Noah was rubbed into mosquito-repellent eyes, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hands.

——Although it hadn't been completely cleaned up, he drew out a wisp of "white mist".

After leaving Noah's body, the "fog" did not disappear, but lay quietly in Jiang Xia's hands.

The fluffy strands are exactly the same as Murderous Qi, only the color is completely different.

Jiang Xia: "..." Theoretically speaking, this seems to be the product of the murderous aura, and it should be of little value.

However, they look too murderous...

Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but leaned out, fumbled from the bedside table, and found a box of ghost mint that hadn't been involved in murder.

He tore off the airtight package above, tentatively bringing the wisps of "white mist" closer.

The next second, the mist entered the cigarette case quickly like a murderous aura, and merged into the ghost mint.

The ghosts gathered beside Jiang Xia, looking up at the scene curiously.

…

Filled by the strange "white mist", there are only two cigarettes.

Jiang Xia knocked out one from the cigarette case, held it in his hand for a closer look, and then sniffed it closely, but found nothing unusual.

So he decided to practice his true knowledge, and he glanced at the ghosts in a circle: "Try it?"

...Anyway, "White Mist" is just a product of murderous energy, no matter how it changes, its nature should be similar. At most, it will feel choking after you click on it, and it will be fine to kill it when the time comes.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia touched the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

The moment the fire ignited, a vortex appeared out of thin air. Wu Tiangou was floating nearby to watch, but at this time he was caught off guard. It flapped its wings and bumped into the smoke.

Jiang Xia was stunned, quickly reached out her hand, and pulled the ghost aside.

The Wutian dog fluttered its wings in horror, Jiang Xia carried it like a chicken, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief - except for being a little frightened and looking a little faint, there was no other problem.

…

However, on the other side of the collision, there seemed to be some changes.

Jiang Xia looked down at the burning smoke in his hand.

At first I wanted to snuff out this strange smoke.

But before acting, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly paused.

I don't know when, the appearance of that cigarette actually changed.

—Originally, it looked like an ordinary handmade cigarette, with white paper rolls from the beginning to the end.

But now, the color of the smoke has turned into black. At the position of the cigarette butt, there are some more light-colored gold lines, and a few strokes outline a pair of closed wings.

“…”

Jiang Xia stared at the cigarette that suddenly became handsome, and stared intently for a second or two...

A moment later, he brought the cigarette to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and took a puff curiously.

Then he was choked by a strange smell: "Ahem——"

Compared to the light plant aroma before, the smoke at this time is like lighting a handful of feathers, with a strong smell, like sniffing a campfire at close range.

Jiang Xia frowned and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray beside her, just about to drink some water.

But as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt a weight on his back, as if something heavy was added.

Almost at the same time, the ghosts whispered in shock.

Jiang Xia: "..."

Jiang Xia: "?"

He froze on the spot for a moment, then turned his head silently.

A pair of jet-black wings came into view. As Jiang Xia turned her head, her wings fluttered in shock.

At the same time as the flapping, Jiang Xia felt his body lighten, and even left the ground for a short moment.

"...???" Jiang Xia turned her hand back, pinched her own wings, and pulled them to her eyes for a closer look, "What is this?!"

Wu Tiangou stared blankly at him, then looked back behind him, and flapped his wings in confusion: its wings were still there.

Matsuda looked at the strange smoke with her chin held up, and then at Jiang Xia's wings.

Thinking for a moment, it floated to the ashtray, took a sip while the cigarette was not completely extinguished, then turned his head and looked behind him.

Two Shikigami suddenly flew out from Jiang Xia's direction, patted on Matsuda Jinping's back, twisted and melted into the shape of wings.

Matsuda Jinhei's eyes lit up~IndoMTL.com~ patted it, and flew up leisurely.

After flying half a meter away, Jiang Xia "slapped" him.

"..." Jiang Xia took this new ghost who had the courage to try, looked at it for a while, and vaguely understood something.

He threw the ghost aside, touched his wings with his backhand, pressed the root of the wing, and then patted the surface of the wing, realizing the problem.

——It's not that he grew wings, but that the puppet clay formed this kind of thing very naturally after inhaling the murderous aura.

Moreover, it is different from the things that he made out of puppet clay on his own initiative - the wings that Jiang Xia made by himself in the past, except for their good looks, have no flying effect at all.

But the current "wings" have the flying characteristics of Wutiangu.

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