The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred [Jiang Xia’s love letter]

The mermaid always feels that someone is whispering behind her back.

She looked around, drifted to Jiang Xia's side, followed the line of sight of the psychic master's master and looked out the window, and saw Jiang Xia caught a white and fat pigeon at some point.

Her attention suddenly drifted to the pigeon: [Do you want extra food? ]

Dove: "!

! "

Jiang Xia glanced at this good dedicated pigeon, and let go of his hand sympathetically: [Compared to it, the energy core of its owner is more delicious. ]

The pigeon escaped unharmed, got up in a panic, and flew away.

Conan also noticed the movement here. He was about to get closer to see what Jiang Xia was concentrating on doing, but when he got to the window, he saw a pigeon crawling and flying away.

"White pigeon?" Conan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became alert, "Could it be Kidd's eyeliner!"

Jiang Xia nodded: "It should be, it has a bug on its leg."

Conan: "...?" Then why did you just let it go!

This sentence was not asked in the end, and Conan silently covered his face: Oh, forget it. Jiang Xia has not been very active in catching the strange thief, probably because in his eyes, a strange thief like Kidd who steals and returns them is not a criminal.

Thinking of this, Conan looked back guiltily: "..." Fortunately, the Nakamori police department was still concentrating on chatting with Ms. Mu Shuli, and did not notice that Jiang Xia had just let go of the clue.

But looking at the white pigeon flying far away, Conan still felt it was a pity. He jumped up and lay down on the window sill next to Jiang Xia: "Kidd really treasures his group of pigeons. He took one as a pigeon and said Maybe I can trick him out for a few words."

Jiang Xia: "..." Good idea, write it down.

But after thinking about it, if you want to talk to Kidd about something, instead of catching pigeons, it's better to catch Kidd in the foggy dog's vest.

After all, pigeons have their own wings and can move flexibly in the air. They are so small that it is really difficult to catch them. But Kidd is different. His hang gliding wing is not so flexible to turn, and he can shoot people from the air with just a single wing. This skill seems useless.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia silently crossed out the useless tricks he learned from Conan.

…

In the distance, there is a building that is on a rest day.

There should be no one in the office, but at this moment, a window was pushed open from the inside. Someone sat at the desk in a magpie's nest, elegantly sipping freshly ground coffee, and at the same time raised his hand casually to catch the white pigeons that fell in from the window.

"Good job." Kidd smiled, as usual, he wanted to feed his hardworking subordinates some pigeon food. But when his eyes fell on his pigeon, he was taken aback for a moment, and his smile disappeared, "What's wrong, the hair is messed up like this."

The pigeon landed on his lap, and Paji collapsed, as if he had endured too much.

Kidd: ...?

…

In the foyer of the theater.

The Nakamori Police Department was in the middle of a fight, concentrating on discussing something with the crew.

But for others, the waiting process is a little boring.

While sitting on the sofa and listening to their conversation, Jiang Xia suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the ghost next to him.

Matsuda Jinpei was sitting on the other side of the sofa, combing out the fluffy murderous smell of smoke. Suddenly aware of a line of sight, it turned its head and looked at Jiang Xia with some doubts: "?"

Jiang Xia reached out and took the murderous aura in front of it.

Then before Matsuda Jinpei came back to his senses, he picked up the ghost and threw it out of the window.

Downstairs, in the nearby alley, a pool of shikigami has already been piled up. The shikigami quickly gathered into puppet clay, and then together with Matsuda Jinpei who had just fallen, they piled up into a curly-haired man wearing sunglasses and a black suit.

Matsuda Jinping pushed the sunglasses, and immediately hid in a corner where no one was paying attention, feeling a little dazed.

After a while, the voice of an unscrupulous psychic came from my mind: "Idle is idle, you 'Wuzuo' take time to write a love letter. The recipient is Ireland, remember to choose one Beautiful stationery—it must make him feel that the sender is a lovely girl, his fan girl, who is deeply in love with him, so that he will be touched from the bottom of his heart and desire for love after reading it. "

Matsuda Jinpei struggled to understand this series of orders, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

Write a love letter?

To Ireland?

And as a fan girl? ?

Let's not talk about whether it can be written... that big guy who smells like cigarettes really has a fan girl? Does he believe it himself?

Matsuda Jinping fell into deep thought, always feeling that this is not something a serious ghost should do.

However, there is a lack of research on love letters. But think about it from another angle, according to its understanding of Jiang Xia...

Soon, Matsuda Jinpei felt that he gradually understood everything.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..." Although this order is a little strange, but in a sense, its purpose is very easy to guess - probably just a boring psychic who wants to watch some fun about Ireland, by the way Squeeze out a lot of murderous spirit from Ireland.

From this perspective, love letters are easy to write.

And it’s okay, Jiang Xia actually sent a foreign aid to it...

Thinking of this, Matsuda Zhenping turned his head and looked at the q version of Miss Spider sitting on his shoulder.

Miss Spider also turned her head and looked at him silently, a slight tangle flashed on her usually expressionless face—it seemed that this order was indeed a bit embarrassing, not only herself, but this colleague also had a lot of questions about how to become a psychic. The master's request is quite disturbing.

But no matter how bad you are, you still have to write.

The two ghosts efficiently obtained paper and pens, then found a hidden corner, and stared blankly at the paper in front of them.

Miss Spider thought for a while, raised the spider legs on her back and tapped Matsuda Jinping's head, and came up with an idea not quite sure: [If the words are not enough, use drawings to make up—draw a few more hearts, give The recipient brings a visual impact. ]

Matsuda Jinping nodded thoughtfully: [Like the fake love letter that Komatsu Jun received earlier? Indeed, just filling up ~IndoMTL.com~ with stationery makes it look sincere. ]

Speaking of this, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly had an inspiration: Yes, there was a ready-made example just now.

Besides, after Xiao Songjun received the love letter, he looked really happy—if it didn't work, he followed the template and borrowed flowers to present Buddha.

It shook the pen in its hand and began to write vigorously.

…

The theater building, in the lounge.

Jiang Xia listened for a while, but didn't hear anything useful, and although the people here came and went with murderous intent, there were no incidents happening for the time being.

Thinking for a moment, he simply threw the main body into the sofa in the corner, and then let the puppets gather outside, forming a pile of dry rice cats.

Soon, Jiang Xia's consciousness was possessed by this black cloud treading snow cat, and she slid towards her "Wuzuo" and "Wuzuo Secretary", intending to see how their love writing was doing.