The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and eighty-one [You are finished! 】

Pu Si Qinglan: "..." I didn't expect Jiang Xia to think of "Shi Kaobing" so quickly... No matter how you look at it, as long as she wants to live the days to come, she must not Keep this detective alive.

...But he couldn't kill him.

The ideal and the reality were briefly in conflict, Pusi Qinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

I don't know how much willpower was consumed, but she gradually had a new idea:

During the two murders she carried out, Jiang Xia's body did not seem to have suffered extensive damage, so each "resurrection" seemed so logical.

…If you throw him in the incinerator and watch him burn to ashes, or cut into pieces. Maybe this terrible undead will never come back to life?

Thinking of this, Pusi Qinglan suddenly realized something: No wonder she always feels that some steps are vaguely familiar. Thinking about it carefully, the ancestor she admired, Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin, seemed to have had a similar experience!

It is said that Rasputin has magical powers that are difficult for ordinary people to reach. One year before the revolution, the princes and parliamentarians of Tsarist Russia conspired to assassinate him, but it is said that the assassination process was very bumpy—they first lured Rasputin over, invited him to eat a cake mixed with a lot of potassium cyanide, and The same poisoned wine, but Rasputin ate it, but there was no reaction.

The few people who tried to murder peacefully looked at each other for a moment, and had no choice but to use force. The prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell to the ground in response, but he quickly got up and ran away. Bring down the murder target again.

But even so, Rasputin still didn't die, and he didn't die until nearly ten minutes after being thrown into the glacier. And this "demon monk" didn't like to take a bath when he was alive. He always said that taking a bath would destroy his mana. Therefore, some people believed that the water from the glacier destroyed Rasputin's mana, which finally killed him.

... In the past, when Pusi Qinglan recalled this incident, only the admiration for this magical ancestor and the resentment towards those guys who conspired to kill him were in her mind.

But this time, Pusi Qinglan's focus was unconsciously placed on another place.

——As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how terrifying a person is, it is not impossible to kill them.

And having a strong ability to survive does not mean that it has a strong attack power. Jiang Xia was killed twice by her, but she hasn't taken any action yet. Maybe it's not because of his kindness, but because he can't kill people... Comparing the two sides, she has the opportunity to try again and again, but Jiang Xia can only wait passively. From this point of view, she has the advantage!

Pu Siqinglan: "..." Rasputin died of flooding, but this experience cannot be replicated——Jiang Xia seems to be particularly unafraid of water. The first time he passed by a boat, he was soaked in water. Not long ago He was poisoned by potassium cyanide and thrown into the water, but he also came up unharmed. So no water.

So why don't you go the other way and try burning with flames? There are also burials, and cutting with metal blades...

Pusi Qinglan: "..." Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia also have that invincible physique?

Her descendants have not been able to inherit the mana of their ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually has... But he obviously does not have Rasputin's blood, and he is not afraid of water, maybe Jiang Xia is the successor of another school of mana.

Maybe I was extremely depressed just now.

Now that she has a support in her heart, Pusi Qinglan seems to be relieved of a heavy burden.

In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she immediately thought of another thing, and a little greedy light flashed in her eyes: If, if she can get the magical power of Jiang Xia on herself, then she can The same as her most admired ancestor!

…

Besides, Jiang Xia was still watching the reasoning of the Mumu Police Department. At this time, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong fragrance.

——I don’t know why, that delicious thief once again ignited her fighting spirit, and the faint murderous aura around her boiled like a pot of settled soup, the soup was rich, sweet and sour. .

"!" Jiang Xia was startled, instinctively wanted to turn his head to look at it, and even wanted to grab it.

But before he acted, remembering the third murderous aura that was almost aborted, he stopped his movements rationally, stood still, as if he hadn't noticed anything: "..." Don't look around . What if the murderous aura that took so long to grow is lost?

As an experienced and mature psychic, at this time, you have to behave like an ordinary person with nothing but fate. Only in this way can it last for a long time...

While thinking, Jiang Xia forced herself not to squint, and focused on the unattractive Mumu Police Department, maintaining a normal mind.

Mu Mu Police Department was terrified by him: Jiang Xia is rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, that vicious and vicious thief with countless lives on his hands, really got mixed into this ship?

"Why did that kind of international thieves suddenly appear here?" Mumu Police Department wiped the sweat from his forehead, and still felt that things were very dreamy. In addition, he had some other questions, "However, this still can't be explained, why? The deceased's ring is in Mr. Nishino's room, and Mr. Nishino's pen is in the deceased's room."

Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking herself a question, and said casually: "This is another matter."

Megure police department: "..." Why did you become a riddle man after going out, don't learn from those riddle man detectives!

He was a little tired, so he could only ask: "Tell me in detail?"

Jiang Xia was still a little absent-minded, and seemed to be thinking about other issues.

Conan, however, heard what the police said ~IndoMTL.com~ and enthusiastically extended a helping hand.

He turned to Secretary Nishino: "Uncle Nishino, do you really not know the deceased? - I heard that you lived overseas all year round, and the deceased's uncle was a freelance photographer, and he also had many works shot abroad. Maybe You have met outside."

"Have you met abroad?" Masato Nishino actually doesn't like to remember things that have nothing to do with work.

But this time, the incident involved a murder case, and what was even more unfortunate was that he himself was also regarded as a suspect.

Nishino can only bet on his innocence, pinching his forehead and trying to recall: "Abroad, photography, photography... Ah, I remembered! No wonder I always think he looks familiar!"

"Huh?" Mu Mu Police Department was taken aback, then turned to look at him again, and asked proficiently, "Tell me in detail."

Secretary Nishino sighed: "Three years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I passed a village that was hit by fire. At that time, there was a four or five-year-old girl whose clothes were burned to tatters. Rotten pajamas, standing next to the ruins and crying..."