The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and three [Psychic mediators will never be stabbed]

Besides, Jiang Xia doesn't know how many cadres will be killed by Conan in the future, he only knows that someone seems to want to kill him now.

What Gin said was well-founded, but forcibly refusing it seemed unorganized.

Therefore, Jiang Xia did not emphasize again that no gun is needed, but just shouted along the pattern: ——Matsuda Zhenping!

“…”

Matsuda Jinpei, who was working hard to install the bomb, froze slightly.

A moment later, he silently paused his work, returned to the side of the other three, and resignedly stopped Jiang Xia in front of him, blocking Qin Jiu's gun, with an appearance of focusing on performing his guard duties.

Gin Jiu looked at Wu Zuo's subordinate who was said to have been injured in the head, and frowned impatiently: "Get out of the way, this is part of the plan."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..." I know, but the psychic master seems to want me to pretend not to know...

He had no choice but to pretend that he didn't hear, his expression didn't change, and his feet didn't move.

During the few seconds of delay, Jiang Xia had already thought of something. He looked at Gin condemningly: "Who said that you can't escape until you have been shot? You just use too many guns and form a bad mindset. Normal people should think this way——I just got her anesthesia, You can't go too far. It's just superfluous for you to replenish the gun."

"..." After a moment of confrontation, Qin Jiu clicked his tongue and temporarily gave up his plan just now: If he doesn't cooperate, there is nothing he can do. If it is abolished, it will be difficult for the boss to explain it. At that time, I am afraid that I will not only face short-term recuperation.

And...

Gin Jiu glanced at the bomb in Matsuda Jinping's hand, a vein popped out of his forehead, and snorted coldly: This guy really has no brains, and he doesn't think about the consequences of hitting the bomb with a gun.

"Since you have your own ideas, then deal with it according to your own way." Qin Jiu finally put away the gun, looked at Jiang Xia with a sneer and said, "Remember, if you are exposed, you will appear in our presence at any time on the kill list.”

"Why didn't you guys appear on my extermination list?" After Jiang Xia finished speaking, taking advantage of the fresh and fluffy smell of wine, the ghost grabbed a few balls.

Then waved away people: "Okay, don't worry, I know how to deal with it."

The two men in black got into the car and left uneasy.

Wait for the truck they were driving to disappear around the corner.

Jiang Xia looked down at the throbbing muzzle of the gun on his arm, and felt that the murderous aura was less just now: "It seems that we can't just use the change of murderous aura as the criterion for judging the attack, after all, some people may have a different concept of 'attack' ... Tsk, the strike is too harsh."

Matsuda Jinping also took a closer look, thinking: [This level of injury...]

Jiang Xia was stunned, slightly vigilant: "I'm not going to get stitches."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..." You seem to have misunderstood your physique.

He put it mildly: [Injury of this degree, it will probably heal after waking up from sleep. If you think the wound hurts, you can sleep now, I let the bomb avoid this, anyway, they will come in to pick you up, you don't have to run away by yourself. ]

"..." Jiang Xia put down his sleeves as if nothing had happened, "I don't feel pain, I'm just worried that it will affect the important actions in the future."

Pause, he felt something wrong, and regained his confidence: "Isn't it normal for people to avoid pain? They're not masochists, why should they take the initiative to get injured when they can be avoided."

Matsuda Jinping nodded in agreement: "..." Normal organization members should be somewhat resistant to pain, but it's normal for psychics to be like this. After all, they are sick or injured, and they can slip out of their shells and stay in puppets. Waiting until the body is not uncomfortable before going back, I am quite envious when I think about it.

…Huh? Speaking of which, he has become a ghost now, without any body at all, and seems to enjoy similar treatment.

Matsuda Jinhei touched his chin, feeling a little complicated.

"Okay, let's go to work. It just so happens that Pusi Qinglan has a previous record of blowing up underground passages and setting fire to castles. You remember that the style is a bit imitated." Jiang Xia patted him, reminding him to seize the time and continue to install bombs , "I'm going to find a place to lie down."

Jiang Xia finally chose a corner near the lighting well.

After thinking for a while, he took out a tube of anesthetic from his pocket.

Usually, he would actually carry a few tubes secretly - although "Detective Jiang Xia" doesn't use this kind of thing, the Anonymous people will use it.

He looked at his troubled arm today, looked carefully at the fabric on his clothes, found the small hole that was pierced by the scouts in the underground passage just now, followed that place, and punched himself. Get in some medicine.

Several ghosts lay beside him, watching that only one-tenth of the liquid in the needle was missing: "..."

Jiang Xia re-hid the needle confidently: "Just pierce a hole for a while. If you punch too much, you will really fall asleep-I'm asleep, how do you open the puppet?"

Wu Tiangou suddenly realized and nodded: That's how it is, it's really thoughtful.

"..." The mermaid patted its tail, and couldn't help showing its indisputable eyes.

Jiang Xia didn't care about the small differences among the ghosts. He sat on the ground, looking up at the structure of the underground garage, while thinking about the murderous spirit and shikigami gift package that he was about to receive when he met Shi Kaobing again tomorrow.

…

All the preparations were done, Jiang Xia began to quietly wait for the explosion to take place.

Although the place where he destroyed the transmitter is still a few streets away. But with Conan and Kidd's deceptive reasoning ability, it shouldn't be difficult to find this, and the reasoning process won't take too long.

Just as he was thinking, his phone vibrated suddenly and he received an email.

Jiang Xia was taken aback: ...Huh? That's right~IndoMTL.com~How could I forget this one.

Take out the phone and press to see it. He found that the detective was much more flexible than he had imagined.

——Conan did not rely on reasoning alone this time, but sent a message directly. He tentatively asked: [Where are you? ]

Jiang Xia: "..."

…Pusi Qinglan is still not professional enough, and she didn't even search for the phone. When he was a peripheral member before, Vodka knew that he had to hand in his mobile phone before getting in the car.

But this is also good, he can stay in Rasputin's siege for a while. The group of sculptures next to them are really eye-catching, no wonder Gin strongly suggested blowing them up just now.

Jiang Xia stared at the phone with his chin in his hands and thought for a while, then waited for a while, pretending that he had just exposed his position because of the vibration of the phone, and was spending effort to move around, dealing with the gunman Pusi Qinglan—although Shi Kaobing And her collection, at this time, has been packed into a truck and is heading to the organization's base, but Conan and the others don't know it. There are many large vehicles passing by on the road here, it is easy to confuse, and the problem is not big.