Conan’s Corpse Picker

After nodding his head, Matsuda Jinpei stood up and walked around while still trying to hide himself.

"good."

The owner of the psychic medium was also very satisfied with the result. After complimenting him, he handed over a cigarette and lit it in a good mood.

There was no expression on Matsuda Jinpei's face, and he calmly relaxed a little, thankful that this experiment of torturing ghosts was finally over. He took the cigarette and took a deep breath, letting out more of the murderous aura contained in the ghost mint and calming himself down.

Just halfway through, Jiang Xia looked at her watch, then turned around to get a new blood pack.

Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"

"There are still two or three hours before the scheduled time. Hurry up and suck it. Try it a few more times after you finish sucking it. I'll practice my hand."

Jiang Xia picked a blood bag that pleased his eyes, weighed it in his hand, and turned back to look at him with relief:

"In case the puppet is not wrapped tightly and falls out, or if there is a situation where the puppet needs to be dispersed and reorganized, it will be easier to replace it at any time after becoming proficient."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Matsuda Jinpei: "…………"

His face remained calm, but the slender fingers twisting the ghost mint trembled slightly, and the ashes fell down and fell on his lap.

Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head, glanced at the shimmering cigarette butt in his hand, and then looked at Jiang Xia opposite him through the lingering smoke. Suddenly, I felt that the stick in my hand was not actually some delicious ghost mint at all, but the decapitated meal before I lay down and entered a bloody laboratory.

…

Two hours later.

Jiang Xia, who had become accustomed to stuffing blood packs, stopped and rested for a while, allowing the ghost to rest as well.

Although Matsuda Jinpei didn't say anything and was just silently bleeding, Jiang Xia always felt that this ghost was a little haggard.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter if I'm tired or paralyzed, I can make up for it with some ghost mint. I work hard to store murderous energy on weekdays just to come in handy at similar times.

When Jiang Xia thought that there would soon be a calm and handsome "Uzuo" who could handle all situations where his age was required to be checked, Jiang Xia even lighted the ghost mint a lot more gracefully.

——Only when the main body and "Fake Uzo" have to exist at the same time, the puppet will be handed over to the Matsuda Formation.

Most of the time, the "fake Uzo" is actually himself.

It's not that I'm coveting the age of other people's puppets, but if Matsuda Jinpei went into battle to open the puppets himself, it would be tiring and exhausting, so he might as well let the hard-working psychic master do the hard work...

After briefly thinking about the future, Jiang Xia changed into low-key clothes, put on a large piece of plastic wrap and a thick briefcase, and left home.

He had to first take out the cash he had hidden a week ago, and then take the 100 million yen to meet Gin.

Bringing a briefcase is, of course, for carrying money.

And he brought plastic wrap... because he remembered that the money was stained with blood. A week has passed and I don’t know how bad it is. Although the blood in this world is not so easy to deteriorate, Jiang Xia still plans to cover it with a layer of safety. To ensure that there would be no strange smell wafting out on his way to see Gin...

After arriving at the place where the money was hidden.

Jiang Xia summoned Matsuda Jinping's puppet, asked him to put the money into a box, and then stuffed a blood bag into the puppet's head.

After that, the two of them pushed the motorcycle and walked all the way to the place where they made an appointment with Gin.

…

As he was approaching, Jiang Xia suddenly thought of something.

"..." Speaking of which, taking Matsuda Jinpei directly to see Gin seems to be more likely to be shot to death.

——I usually see Gin often, and when Conan goes out, he will meet Gin from time to time. This makes Jiang Xia always have the illusion that "gin can be found everywhere"... But in fact, this does not seem to be the case.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Shuichi Akai. Five years ago, this FBI ace agent did not hesitate to betray his appearance and go undercover to join the organization. After three years of hard work, he finally found an opportunity to work with Gin. In the end, they failed to work together - on the day they agreed to go on a mission together, Shuichi Akai set up an ambush, intending to take the opportunity to catch Gin. Black's Rum also sensed something was wrong, and took a move against Shuichi Akai and his FBI pig teammates.

In the end, the pig teammates suffered a tragic defeat, and Shuichi Akai also exposed his identity and escaped in a hurry.

...Having had this kind of experience, Gin should be more alert to similar things.

If a strange man in black is brought directly in front of him, Gin's sense of crisis will rise directly, and the sense of crisis will often inspire aggression... His aggression is already very strong.

"..." In short, it's best to give him a buffer. Ask Matsuda Jinpei to keep a polite distance from them when he shows up.

For a very suspicious boss like Gin, although distance will not bring beauty, it can at least bring peace to his mind.

…

With this in mind, Jiang Xia untied the briefcase bundled on the back seat of the motorcycle.

At the same time, he called out to Matsuda Jinpei next to him: "Wait a minute."

Matsuda Jinpei turned around and saw the bag in his hand, thinking that Jiang Xia was planning to park the motorcycle nearby and walk to the agreed place, asking him to help with the hard work.

So he raised his hand and took the bag, feeling very conscious of being a tool ghost.

As a result, after taking two steps with the bag in hand, I was stopped again.

Looking back this time, Jiang Xia slapped a piece of money into his hand - of course it was not the stolen money in the box, but ordinary cash.

"You'd better stop following me and go to that store first and wait."

Jiang Xia pointed at the coffee shop on the corner of the street.

It was a European-style building with red walls and black tiles. The shape is simple and the lines are sharp. This shape and color scheme seem quite depressing at first glance, but coupled with the clear floor-to-ceiling windows that cover almost an entire wall, the atmosphere suddenly becomes much lighter.

Originally, it was not difficult for this unique style of shop to attract customers. But it was born at the wrong time - the area opposite was being demolished, and now it is in ruins. There are only broken tiles outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows. Weeds are stubbornly pushing out from the cracks in the ground. It is full of the unyielding working people and the atmosphere in the cafe. The romantic petty bourgeoisie was out of tune, and there were fewer and fewer customers.

But now, Jiang Xia is quite fond of this store.

He looked at Matsuda Jinpei: "Go and sit down by the window, order whatever you want, and don't cover your head. If someone shoots you, just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and wait for someone to come and deal with the 'body'."

Matsuda Jinpei was silent for a moment. Was that organization so cruel? Thinking about it carefully, all the preparations he made today seemed to be to play the role of a corpse...

The psychic master patted him on the shoulder as if he could read his mind: "Don't be burdened, this is just the worst case scenario. In fact, it is unlikely that they will attack you. Even if things really turn out like that in the end, I You will also invest in the store to prevent the store from going bankrupt because of you repairing the glass - sitting in the store without being beaten to death is just the beginning, the real test will come later, so don't be careless."