The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and fifteen [Warm wine and cut cadres]

Looking at it this way, the patrolman found that he had indeed photographed the fleeing smashed vehicle. But after he fell, he pressed the shutter, and the vehicle had gone far away, and the picture was not clear.

Jiang Xia drove the puppet of Ganfanmao, leaned close to him, and craned his neck to glance at the phone screen. Then he sighed silently: It seems that the Irish blind box cannot be opened this time.

Although it is a bit regrettable, it seems understandable: most of the camera equipment on the market in the island country will make a crisp sound of "click" when shooting, and there is a flash at night. If you shoot too close and there is too much movement, Ireland will probably notice it immediately and turn around and shoot.

After all, this time is different from the time Pisco died. Although Pisco also noticed the flash of the photo during his lifetime, there were many reporters present at the time, and he thought that the reporters were taking slides to commemorate. But this time it was on an empty street, and there were no passing reporters to help.

Besides, the little patrolman knew nothing about the Grim Reaper who passed by twice.

He still regrets not being able to photograph suspicious persons. But now that the car has run away, it is impossible to reshoot, so I have to deal with other things first.

The little patrolman didn't care about the cat for a while. He got up and ran to the side quickly, looking for the person who fell from the fourth floor and hit the roof of the car, and was thrown off the car cruelly.

Carefully stretching out his hand to check, the man really has no signs of life.

"..." To be on the safe side, the patrolman still called an ambulance, meaning to rescue him.

Then he anxiously contacted his colleagues in the police: "I'm at the Kawasaki Commercial Building in 3-chome. Someone fell from a building here, and the smashed vehicle hit and run... Uh, I don't know if the accident happened or not. In short, he fled to the south Stop that car! I'll send you the photo right away!"

When posting the photo, he looked down at the picture he had taken, and scratched the hat on his head anxiously.

—The lighting in this area is not good, and the car was flying too fast, and it was deformed by the body. There was only a blurry shadow in the photo, and he couldn't even tell what kind of car it was. not come out.

The license plate was not deformed, but there was a car passing by on the street, and the lights of another car flickered, the license plate reflected light, and the words on it were illegible.

Patrol officer:...." Rounding up means that there is no clue... It seems that the colleagues who are looking for the car can only count on their efforts.

After panicking for a while, he gradually calmed down: Since someone was killed, the matter should be taken over by the police from the Metropolitan Police Department, and there might be enthusiastic detectives passing by to help. As a small patrolman, he only needs to truthfully provide what he saw.

Patrolman: "...." Of course, try to describe the escaped guy as viciously as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to explain why he didn't stop him in time...

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While the patrolman was busy with his work.

Beside him, a psychic who passed by quietly was already lost in thought.

Jiang Xia drove the dry rice cat's vest, looked at the little patrolman, and then at the direction of Ireland's racing car, and was silent for a while: "...." Isn't Ireland's luck a bit low? When the deceased fell from the building, as long as the reaction of the bottle of real wine was slower, it would be a dead body and two lives in another sense.

In order to run away, Ireland's speed increased too fast, and Jiang Xia missed the opportunity to hitchhike him with a puppet. Fortunately, mature psychics are often more than capable of first-hand preparations.

He sensed the smoky dog ​​dropped around Ireland, and quickly noticed Ireland's driving route.

Then I found out that Ireland took a small road and stopped nearby. After changing to a spare car, he went away without looking back, as if he was running out of Tokyo.

Jiang Xia: "..." Running so far? It seems that he will not return to his den today. Ireland's degree of caution does not appear to be bad at the moment. It's just that he is the same as Gin, it's not easy to kill him occasionally. Perhaps this is also the doomed bad luck of the organization cadres...

This kind of accident happened suddenly, and if we continue to track it down, it may be difficult to find the Irish den in a short time, and it will only consume a lot of murderous energy for nothing.

So after thinking for a while, Jiang Xia recalled Wu Tiangou, and decided to talk about it in the future—after all, Ireland's murderous aura is not the kind of resident murderous aura that can be harvested every day, and it is difficult to collect it regularly even if it finds a den.

Based on this, it is not unacceptable to let him out of sight for a short time.

.Besides, we are colleagues after all, and we are all in Tokyo. I think there will be many opportunities to meet in the future.

Thinking expectantly, Jiang Xia drove half a street in the vest of Ganfanmao, and arrived at the place where Ireland had just run.

On the bushes on the side of the road, there is a cloud of murderous smoke that just came out of the car. Ireland seems to be very confident in his marksmanship, and sees the policeman falling to the ground from the rearview mirror Therefore, it is certain that the patrolman is dead.

His killing intent towards the dead man disappeared, but he couldn't really kill him, so the bit of murderous intent towards the patrolman fell off smoothly.

Jiang Xia: "...." It seems that this is also a quick person who immediately puts his hatred behind him after killing someone. He manually gave Ireland a good-natured thumbs-up.

Then trotted to the side of Murderous Qi, stretched out his claws to grab it, picked it up and ran towards the direction of the main body.

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Soon, Jiang Xia drove the cat vest and returned to the coffee shop where her body was, and her consciousness returned to her body.

He opened his eyes in the coffee shop, dispersed the puppet of the dry rice cat, and let the ghost carry the murderous smell of fresh smoke that had not been marked, back to the main body.

The newly acquired murderous aura was stacked and stuffed into the tattoo space. The ghosts and shikigami who were busy outside were all recalled to the tattoo by him.

After counting the newly acquired harvest, Jiang Xia took out her mobile phone and thought about it ~IndoMTL.com~ casually sent a riddleman email to Gin Jiu:

[Congratulations on your reinstatement. ]

It may be difficult for "that gentleman" to accept Ireland's mistakes tonight: whether it is the cadre who followed Gin without authorization, almost came into contact with the "School Bing" related to Uzo, or was almost photographed when he tried to silence him, he will Let the boss feel dissatisfied.

The superposition of several things will only lead to greater dissatisfaction.

Compared to this, Gin Jiu almost shot at the wrong person, and he didn't have so many crooked thoughts. It will only be a matter of time before he turns back into that busy model worker with a large number of assassination lists in his hand.

—In short, the sudden "accidental fall" will definitely cause a series of related chain reactions.

Since the matter has already happened, it would be disrespectful to him not to take a look at Ireland's bad luck......

After sending the email, Jiang Xia put away her phone and touched the coffee on the table. The coffee was still warm, just right for the mouth.

He picked it up and took a sip, a word suddenly popped up in his mind: Warm wine and kill Hua Xiong.