The Corpse Collector In Conan Chapter 737: The scene of the accident

Jiang Xia refueled the motorcycle, and held a "pre-war meeting" with Conan that seemed necessary but was actually useless, in order to give "Uzuo" who was running to the "car accident" ground. "Make time.

Feeling almost done, he threw Conan a spare helmet. The two got on the motorcycle and went to the place where the sorority was held.

The fraternity didn't start so early.

But according to Conan's idea, it's better not to hold this so-called association at all. He secretly prayed that he would find an excuse to stop Maorilan outside the door.

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At this time, the rush hour has passed. There are not many people on the road.

"Cough, in fact, I didn't want to hinder her from making friends normally..." Conan thought about the process in his mind, and he felt that it was almost the same. Then he finally remembered the problem of face, cleared his throat, and tried to make up for himself.

Jiangxia has always been fast on motorcycles.

Conan tightened his helmet and chatted with a guilty conscience in the wind: "When you go to a party, you may not be looking for a boyfriend. It's actually good to meet some new friends. The problem is that the person who is eyeing her is too much It's unreliable, but if he's a little normal..."

In the middle of the conversation, a figure suddenly flashed in front of me. It was a man in black with a scroll on his back. He seemed to be in a hurry and walked out from behind a parked car. The route of the route coincided with the route of Jiangxia Motorcycle.

Jiang Xia, who was concentrating on listening to Conan's speech, reacted half a beat slower. In addition, this kind of typical "ghost probe" type traffic accident was difficult to avoid. Both sides seemed to be stunned. Jiang Xia stepped on it immediately. Apply the brakes, and at the same time roll the center of gravity and force the body to turn.

Conan's body tilted and he was almost thrown out. Fortunately, Jiang Xia actually freed up his hand to help him in this emergency situation. Conan instinctively admired the strength of his peers again, and grabbed Jiang Xia tightly, with his oversized helmet hanging on his head. Dang Ge turned a little, blocking his vision.

When he recovered from the chaos, Conan straightened his helmet and looked around vigilantly.

Then I was shocked to see that the man in black who was crossing the road just now was lying on the ground a few meters away - he looked like he was hit by a car body. At the same time, Jiang Xia straddled the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, looking at the man, as if stunned.

"...blame me, I shouldn't have spoken to you just now."

As Conan trotted towards the injured person, he habitually grabbed the pot on himself, and regretted that he had been dragging the driver to mumble and interfere with the driver-Jiang Xia was originally racing fast, but when he was a listener, he was consistent very patient. In the past, Conan couldn't really tell whether Jiang Xia was really listening to them seriously, or whether he was just perfunctory with a serious expression... But now it seems that the truth is the former - although the angle of the passers-by is a bit tricky, and the other The car on the side of the road blocked his sight, but according to Jiang Xia's usual reaction ability, if there was no interference, he might have stopped earlier.

Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to where the pot went at this time - it was only his puppet who was hit anyway.

He got out of the car, let the main body get close to some hangers, and then possessed himself into the puppets on the ground-after the phantom thieves and witches contributed a lot of energy cores, now the ghosts can drive the puppets all over the ground by themselves. ran away, but due to their characteristics, in this state, the puppet cannot speak normally.

If I want to communicate like a normal person, I have to rely on Jiang Xia to do it myself.

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Besides, Conan also came to the "wounded" on the ground and wanted to check his condition.

Behind him, Jiang Xia took a few seconds to catch up.

Conan vaguely felt that something was wrong. He glanced back at him and found that for some reason, Jiang Xia's state was not quite right - he followed him, but after that, he has been standing silently by the side, his head bowed slightly, Do not speak, eyes lack focus.

"..." After observing this, Conan suddenly remembered something: this kind of distracted appearance is very familiar. Although I haven't seen Jiang Xia's state for some time recently, I used to see it often when I encountered an explosion, a car accident, or similar situations...

Conan's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he felt like he understood.

...Speaking of which, a motorcycle accident is also a "car accident". Judging from previous experience, it can also make Jiang Xia fall into a debuff state where actions and thinking are slowed down.

Tsk, if only Jiang Xia could get rid of the bad habit of racing in the middle of the night because of this, this kind of sport is very dangerous for both himself and passersby... No, this is not the point, the point is the current car accident!

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Due to the brief disconnection of his ill-fated teammates, Conan was forced to take on the role of an adult to clean up the mess as a first-year elementary school student.

He put away his messy thoughts, crouched down next to "Kurozawa", took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call, and stretched out his other hand to check the victim's vital signs.

However, the man in black on the ground suddenly opened his eyes just as he stretched his hand halfway.

He raises his hand, separating Conan's hand towards his neck.

"..." Conan paused slightly, feeling that the skin of the "wounded" he touched was a bit strange - it was cold~IndoMTL.com~ but not that terrifyingly cold. It's more like encountering some kind of mild material with poor thermal conductivity... He vaguely felt that something was not right, but he couldn't tell.

When Conan was lost in thought, the curly-haired man in black frowned slightly, pressed his forehead helplessly, and turned his head to look at the black briefcase beside him.

Conan quickly understood the meaning of the wounded. Due to his misconduct, he acted a bit dog-legged, and trotted over to give him the bag.

As soon as he picked it up, Conan realized that the bag was extremely heavy, and there was a faint sound of some kind of object colliding when he lifted it. He slowed down, looked down at the briefcase, became puzzled, and the all-pervasive detective intuition sounded the alarm again, eager to take a peek.

"Curiosity is not a good thing."

The wounded who had just been knocked off a few meters suddenly spoke up.

Conan was startled and looked at the sound, only to find that the man sat up at some point, and was looking at this side with his chin up at this time, his voice was quiet, and if he listened carefully, there was still a bit of meaning to watch the fun, as if It wasn't him who was hit by the bad luck just now.

"..." Conan's sense of disobedience grew stronger.

He stopped the hand he wanted to secretly open the bag, put down the bag, and changed the subject with a smile: "Well, I'll make an emergency call for you. Don't worry, it's very close to the hospital, and the ambulance will be here soon. ."

He pressed 119 on his mobile phone, dialed out, and said, "--You lie down and don't move. Sometimes people who are injured in a car accident can't feel it, but their body has actually..."

Just as he was about to start popular science habitually, someone "accidentally" bumped him behind him.

Conan was caught off guard by a stumble and was interrupted.