The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and eighty [Jiang Xia and his killers] (???`?)?

Soon, Killer No. 3 took out the rope and fixed it to the vent, and silently jumped into the bedroom.

The course of action was fixed in his mind, he stood up, and was about to go to the bedside to finish killing people and then climb back to the ventilation duct along the rope. Before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a slight click from above his head.

Followed by a loose waist.

"?!" The killer was startled, and turned around quickly, only to see that there was an extra person behind him at some point! The man took a pair of scissors and cut his rope without merit.

In the middle of the night, in the darkness, suddenly found a figure behind him, holding a gleaming murder weapon in his hand... Just this simple scene like a ghost movie made the killer break out in a cold sweat silently.

Fortunately, he immediately realized that he was a killer, and this is not a ghost movie. So he turned the blade and showed a fierce look, intending to threaten the guy behind him to keep silent.

But before he opened his mouth to say anything threatening, the moment he opened his mouth, the black shadow threw away the scissors, shot like lightning, and grabbed his mouth. Then gently dragged him to the duty room outside.

Killer: "???"

...Wait, why don't you let me talk, this guy is a bodyguard? If the bodyguard caught someone, shouldn't they immediately call the police or remind the employer, what is the purpose of secretly pulling him out?

Why, this is like a precursor to the extinction in their industry...

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. In the chaos, the killer finally tried to struggle and was dragged out of the bedroom door.

He caught a glimpse of his fellow colleagues with bruised noses and swollen faces curled up in a corner, and suddenly felt a thump in his heart: there are more bad premonitions.

Killer: "..." Help, help!

…

In the following time, Jiang Xia was lucky enough to pick up the "doctor" who pretended to hear the call bell and came to treat him, the Spiderman who hung himself from the roof to the bedroom window, and the brave rock climber who climbed up the building— —Without exception, they carry murder weapons and murderous intent.

Although these are just some ordinary killers who receive money to do things, the quality of their murderous aura is very average, but they are like the cheap blind boxes that cost a few dollars each at a small shop passing by, playing with something new and unknown.

Jiang Xia is very satisfied with tonight's experience.

When he knocked over the first one, he thought about calling the police. But later, as these people sent more and more, considering the police came, the game was over. After all, Jiang Xia silently put the phone back, planning to save a bunch and give it to the police station together.

——I don't like the feeling that this kind of prey is actively sent to the mouth. It's just that now he is a private detective who is protecting his employer. Instead of trying to scare the snake, it's better to catch all the people who want to come and harvest them all at once. This is professionalism and being responsible for the safety of the employer.

…

It didn't take long for a row of **** people to fill the room.

Thanks to the fact that most of these elder brothers brought their own ropes or fishing lines, otherwise Jiang Xia would not have been able to find enough ropes to accommodate those murderous and exhausted people.

"Who the **** is so generous." After playing all night, Jiang Xia had no sleepiness at all.

He ordered a root of freshly made ghost mint to replenish his energy, while casually chatting with the ghosts: "I don't know if there are any more in the future, there are still a few hours before dawn. I hope they seize the opportunity."

The ghosts also liked this unique game very much, and continued to float around looking for the next killer.

It's a pity, maybe it's because the killers are really used up, or maybe it's because the ones in front of them have gone and never returned... Until the sky gradually dawned, they couldn't find the next target.

The ghosts floated back, looked at each other, and sighed regretfully with Jiang Xia.

It looks like no one will come.

Jiang Xia sat at the table and counted the number of people. At this moment, the bedroom door behind him opened.

President Ishimoto came out yawning: "I thought I would not be able to sleep well last night, but I didn't expect that cowardly threat person to shoot and run away. It seems that I hired you for nothing..."

In the middle of the conversation, President Ishimoto suddenly froze when he saw a row of people in the corner.

Jiang Xia looked back at him, with a complicated tone: "You never said you have so many enemies."

“…”

President Ishimoto rubbed his eyes, then rubbed again, to make sure that he was not mistaken, he couldn't help revealing suspicious eyes: "...I am so hated?"

Jiang Xia nodded, and poured a bowl of thick chicken soup: "But this is not a shortcoming. There are too many smooth people in this world, and we need people like you who dare to show their true temperament."

President Ishimoto was very helpful, and silently straightened his back.

Then he couldn't help but glanced at the eye-catching line of killers by the wall again.

Not long after, the cold-tempered president held Jiang Xia's hand, showing a little admiration for the client for the first time: "You are really the most valuable bodyguard I have ever hired."

Jiang Xia smiled modestly: "The bodyguard can't tell, just did what a detective should do-by the way, if you have other friends who have similar troubles, just ask them to find me. I don't like these things that don't kill people The killer you care about, leave it to me, and you will be very relieved."

"Definitely, definitely!" President Ishimoto has always admired capable and dedicated people, and he is also very active. He turned around and started to operate the blog with his intact hand, and started talking to his few friends and subordinates. Let's share the adventures we had in our sleep last night.

Jiang Xia saw him struggling to press the phone with one hand, and originally wanted to go over to see how the customer praised him.

But at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Jiang Xia had no choice but to write down President Ishimoto's blog, intending to read it later, and then turned around to answer the phone.

The one who called was of course the old man from the police station.

At this time, the voice of the Mumu police department was extremely serious: "We have found the hacker who shot and killed the congressman~IndoMTL.com~ The clothes, figure, and face are indeed exactly the same as the man who appeared in the banquet hall yesterday .”

Jiang Xia knew that this person happened to be Curacao's target: "Good news."

There was a hint of confusion in the serious voice of the Mumu Police Department: "But what we found was a body - he died in the abandoned building where he was hiding, right in the stairwell! There was a homeless man this morning It was discovered from there."

"Dead?" Jiang Xia's voice came from the receiver, sounding a little shocked, "Could it be that he committed suicide in fear of crime?"

The Megure police department shook his head and sighed: "I heard from witnesses that it seemed that his foot slipped and fell and hit his head. Unfortunately, he fell to his death. But the time of his death is too coincidental... Alas, I was rushing there, I will talk about the details after I have seen the scene.”

Jiang Xia's tone is serious: "Then I'll go and have a look."

Mumu Police Department was stunned: "Aren't you protecting President Ishimoto?"

(End of this chapter)

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