The Corpse Collector In Conan - Chapter 3
Under Gin’s watchful eye, Jiang Xia walked over to the Porsche and handed over Shiho Miyano’s bag.
When he retracted his hand, his fingers hooked casually, stealing a bit of the murderous aura hanging from Gin.
If possible, Jiang Xia would also like to scour more.
But the murderous aura was not something that could be found by grabbing a lot. If you want to take it all, you must meet certain conditions. Otherwise, only a tiny bit of that aura would be collected.
In this case, a fingertip hook, and a hand grab, got about the same amount, but the latter might be shot in the head by the vigilant Gin, which was not worthwhile.
When Gin received the bag, He caught a glimpse of Jiang Xia’s finger movement but didn’t care.
When Jiang Xia handed him something and retracted his hand, he would hook it like that.
A few times before, Gin was also secretly vigilant.
But later, as the number of times increased, he guessed that it was some uncontrollable physical reaction, just like when a lame walks, he couldn’t help but turn around. Jiang Xia should be the same – after all, he had operated on his left wrist. It is difficult to recover such a deep hole and delicate part of the hand after injury.
Gin briefly checked the bag, handed it to the car, and asked the bag’s owner to check if there was any problem – when Shiho Miyano saw Jiang Xia just now, she had already rolled down the car window.
Shiho Miyano was a genius scientist in the organization, codenamed “Shirley.”
In the future, after taking poison and shrinking, she would probably change her name to “Ai Haibara.”
Shirley had always been cold-hearted. But she didn’t mean to hide in the car to play mystery this time. But when the robbers pushed her down, she sprained her ankle, making it difficult to get out of the car.
The bodyguard was a little away from her at that time, and the reaction speed was slow. When the bodyguard returned to his senses, the passing bag thief had already disappeared.
It didn’t matter if you lost money, but there were various documents of Shirley in the bag, as well as the access card of the research institute, which must not be leaked.
The situation was urgent, but fortunately, the organization would lose some information every three or five times. The bodyguards were experienced, so they took out their mobile phones and called Gin.
If you have some problem, search for the organization’s model worker, and you would be alright.
After listening to what happened, Gin remembered that Jiang Xia was more familiar with this neighborhood, so he came to Jiang Xia.
I didn’t expect Jiang Xia to solve the case in seconds. However, this saved a lot of trouble, and the efficiency was much higher than when they squatted to find someone.
When Shirley looked at the documents in her bag.
Jiang Xia secretly squeezed the fresh murderous aura he had just picked to prevent it from returning to the original owner.
On the surface, he reported very seriously:
“The bag thief is called Tomo Yamada. He has no fixed job. He makes a living by doing odd jobs and stealing and robbing. Two years ago, he rented a nearby haunted house at a low price, so he often spends his time in Activities in this area – I don’t think he came for information, he should just want to rob money.”
This sounded like an excuse for a bag thief.
But soon, Jiang Xia made it clear that he didn’t mean this:
“He’s in 2-chome, 21st, 305th, and he’ll be dizzy for about half an hour. It’s very heavy, and it’s too conspicuous to carry him all the way, so I didn’t bring him here… Don’t worry, when you leave, you can drop by there and take people back for torture.”
Gin nodded both praise and criticism.
Jiang Xia didn’t kill people immediately, and it was barely considered thoughtful. However, since the bag thief was a habitual offender in this area, maybe some passers-by who witnessed the robbery knew him.
If today, the bag thief suddenly corpses on the spot, then the “Shirley” he just robbed may be associated with this murder case and cause trouble – after all, Shirley was a beautiful half-breed with a temperament. She had unique characteristics, and you could remember her long after a glance.
Gin: “…” However, even so, those who robbed the organization’s secrets must die.
Thinking of this, Gin gave Jiang Xia a task: “You stare at him for the past few days, and he will die unexpectedly within a week…”
“Cough cough.” Shirley in the car suddenly cleared her throat.
Although the expression was euphemistic, the meaning was obvious: change someone.
“…” Gin frowned and bit the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Xia always felt that a sentence from Comrade Model Worker lips, “Women are too complicated.”
But in the end, Gin swallowed the words again.
… The will of a precious genius scientist like Shirley was worth referring to. Besides, it was not a big deal.
Gin then found his mobile phone, sent a message, and chose another tool person.
Then he looked up at Jiang Xia: “It’s alright, you can go back.”
“Okay.” Jiang Xia nodded and turned to leave.
At this moment, Shirley suddenly stopped him and handed out a bag from the car.
Jiang Xia recognized the contents of the bag at a glance.
For headaches, very useful.
Shirley’s tonic was self-made, the only one in the world. She liked to put some of this stuff in a box and mail it to Jiang Xia alone before, but Jiang Xia refused all of them.
Jiang Xia didn’t actually hate Shiho Miyano.
Judging from a bit of memory he analyzed, Jiang Xia Tongzhi had no resentment towards her either.
——In the car accident that Jiang Xia’s parents encountered, the couple and Shirley were in a dangerous state of being crushed into a meat pie when the truck came over.
At that time, the couple suddenly pushed Shirley out of the rolling range, delaying a little time to escape.
But in fact, judging from the images of the car accident at the time, even without the action of “pushing Shirley,” it was still difficult for them to escape from the back.
——It was more like a targeted murder than an accident.
So it was not Shirley’s fault for this incident.
However, I didn’t blame her, which doesn’t mean I have to post it and maintain a good relationship with her. In my impression, before the car accident, although Shirley and Jiang Xia Tongzhi knew each other, they didn’t know each other well and didn’t have much communication.
Jiang Xia feels that this relationship was perfect, and there was no need to go further – Shirley was the core member of the organization. However, there were many troubles and troublesome people around her. And Jiang Xia was a hapless psychic without ghosts. So he now wanted to maintain a peaceful life.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the beautiful Shirley inside the Porsche and the lovely but not cute supplements in her hand, and did not reach out to pick them up.
Just politely declined: “No need, you are too polite.”
Shirley’s hand holding the bag stiffened slightly.
After a short pause, she withdrew her hands expressionlessly, threw the medicine bag back on the seat, put her arms around her chest, and didn’t turn her head away.
And then turned her gaze uneasy.
Her gaze stopped on Jiang Xia’s left wristband. She quickly moved away and said in a cold voice,
“I heard from Dr. Kazuto that you didn’t return to the clinic on time—the next appointment is on the 23rd, remember that.”
“Dr. Kazuto” was a doctor in the Psychology Department of Tokyo Hospital.
When Gin, next to her heard this, his eyes turned back and forth between Jiang Xia and Shirley.
He had never felt that Jiang Xia had a problem before. I suddenly heard “doctor” at this time, and then I realized that this helpful peripheral member had not yet recovered.
In a deep voice, Gin said, “We don’t need an indefinite time bomb that can die at any time. If one day you can’t perform the task because of your mentality – human experiments are just short of materials.”
“…” Jiang Xia glanced at the increasing murderous aura on him and nodded slightly, “I know.”
Gin didn’t say any more.
He did feel that Jiang Xia was a useful subordinate, but it was only helpful, not irreplaceable. So it was enough to remind Shirley to “seek medical attention in time.”
Retrieved Shirley’s bag, Both Gin and Vodka, returned to the car, and the three quickly left.
Jiang Xia pretended to watch for a while.
After the black Porsche turned the corner, Jiang Xia turned around and left, heading straight for his motorcycle.
In the past, he might stay for a while, looking carefully at where Gin had stayed to see if there was any extra murderous aura.
But since last week, Gin was no longer his only hope of activating his abilities.
That’s right, now, Jiang Xia had a new goal.
It was a young idol who had recently become popular, Yoko Okino.
Jiang Xia went out today and actually planned to find Yoko Okino.
Only halfway was pulled by Gin to be a tool man.
Fortunately, things were resolved quickly, so there was no need to delay the business until the next time.
The matter of replacing the “Activated Goldfinger” should start from last week.
When Jiang Xia came home from school and passed by the home appliance store, he casually glanced at the display TV in the window and stopped.
——On the TV, Yoko Okino’s cooking show was playing.
Jiang Xia saw that she was holding a translucent crystal bracelet-like thing around her wrist.
The “bracelet” was wriggling slightly, and a human figure could be vaguely seen.
Jiang Xia recognized it immediately: this quivering thing turned out to be the “ghost child” he had been looking for for a long time.
But much smaller than regular ghosts.
It’s normal. How could two hands be so big together? But this one was extraordinarily small, maybe because it was just an embryo when it died.
But it was already pretty good.
Ghost fetuses were the best medium for psychics to exert their power; even in previous lives, they were rare and sought-after. Without it, the psychic would be as miserable as a summoner with 0 summonable.
After a year, Jiang Xia was relieved and moved when he finally saw the ghost.
The god of luck did not leave.
He was still him, that witty and handsome European Emperor.
Jiang Xia recalled the ghosts on TV and soon found where he parked his motorcycle.
At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.
The technological line in this world was chaotic, sometimes advancing and sometimes reversing, without any regularity.
Jiang Xia was currently using one of the most ordinary 3G mobile phones.
He stepped on the motorcycle, glanced at the caller ID, and picked up the phone: “I have something to do just now. I will be there soon.”
An excited voice vaguely came from the phone: “Okay, brother!”
Jiang Xia didn’t speak anymore, hung up the phone, wearing a helmet, and left.