Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 77 It was the foggy dog

   Jiang Xia responded perfunctorily.

   I drove the puppet to fly for too long yesterday, which consumed a lot of energy.

   However, a psychic is different from a ghost. The consumption of the ghost can only be recovered by eating the ghost mint. But as a living person, psychics can also use sleep and other methods to replenish their energy in addition to ghost mints.

   Now he wants to raise more and more ghosts, and each of them is the type that continues to consume ghost mint during use, so Jiang Xia feels that he doesn’t need to drive on the road anyway, so it is better to recover in a more murderous way.

   And when he fell asleep, there were three ghosts in shifts. In case of danger, he could rush into his dream to wake him up, and he didn’t have to worry about sleeping too deeply and being plotted against.

  Jiang Xia entered the hall, found a corner to sit down, hugged the ghosts from left to right, and continued to doze off.

  The original Wutiangou case, because of the complicated operation and the combination of metaphysics and science, is a classic case of gaining prestige.

   But now, the old monk died suddenly by himself, and Jiang Xia was not going to expose his own behavior, there was really no room for reasoning.

   Instead of mixing in and not being able to say anything, it’s better to leave the battlefield at the beginning and leave everything to the police. No matter how bad it is, isn’t there an old detective next to him?

  This temple is also within Tokyo, and the one who came is still the Muki Police Department.

The Mumu police department strode into the house and saw Jiang Xia in the corner of the hall, his footsteps stopped… I didn’t expect that in such a remote area that it was almost out of Tokyo, I could meet Jiang Xia’s brother. It seems that this case is another case. Murder is up.

   The Mumu Police Department arranged for his subordinates to investigate the scene, and he walked over to Jiang Xia himself.

   Seeing that Jiang Xia seemed to be very sleepy, the Mumu police department made a joke casually, wanting to give him a refresher: “It seems that the temple can’t hold back the wronged soul of Brother Kudo, why don’t you find a shrine to exorcise evil spirits?”

   The Meguro Police Department just confirmed that Kudo Shinichi was still alive not long ago, so this joke was very hard, and he was not worried that Jiang Xia would scare him in turn like the last time.

However, before Jiang Xia could speak, someone suddenly said: “There are no grievances in the world, and the police should not believe in such things. Even if there is, it is because your efficiency in solving cases is too low to bring the murderers to justice—yes Time to find temples and shrines, it is better to improve your investigation level.”

   The police department was horrified, and suddenly had a sense of being criticized by the boss.

   He turned around and saw a young man with a serious face. The man had blond hair, dark skin, and looked like a foreigner.

  Although the other party was younger than him, the Mumu police department felt inexplicably suppressed by the aura, he hesitated: “You are…”

   Jiang Xia simply said, “It’s the boss of the detective agency I’m in.”

   said, he glanced at Amuro Toru.

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Toru Amuro’s reaction was a little too aggressive – that “no grievances” speech, it seems that it was not just addressed to the Mumu Police Department, but there was something in the words.

   Jiang Xia looked at his ghosts with a little guilty conscience, hesitated for a moment, and instructed them to walk around Anshitou.

   Several ghosts lined up and floated past, even slamming their faces, but Amuro Toru kept his eyes fixed, completely unaware of the existence of ghosts.

   Jiang Xia was relieved.

   Think about it too, how could An Shitou, such a scientific celebrity, think that there will be grievances in the world.

  …

   When Jiang Xia was dozing off, he saw the police looking for the little monks to question him.

  Jiang Xia is not worried that Xiunian will expose the existence of “Wutiangu” – no one will believe it, and even if they do, they will not be able to find Wutiangu.

   Moreover, the puppet is the appearance of Jiang Xia’s soul. Even if the little monk can see the puppet’s face clearly, he can’t associate Wutiangou with him.

   However, unexpectedly, Xiu Nian was quite calm, and his acting skills were also very good. When questioned by the police officer, he did not reveal any flaws.

   There are few clues, and the police investigation is deadlocked.

   Amuro Toru heard about the old case two years ago from the monk, and he vaguely guessed the method used by the murderer in the “Misten Dog Murder” case of that year.

   But today’s case, whether it is the cause of death or the situation at the scene, is very different from two years ago and cannot be applied.

   The Mumu police department looked at Jiang Xia and found that the new and old brothers were lying on the table to catch up with sleep, without any intention of reasoning, and the bosses of the new and old brothers never said a word.

  The Mumu Police Department had to sigh, guessing that this case might not be a murder case at all, so it did not match the business scope of Jiang Xia and his boss.

   When the police were about to close the team, things suddenly took a strange turn.

   Residents living at the foot of the mountain sent two photos.

  —When they were driving home last night, they passed by here and accidentally saw a strangely shaped bird in the sky, so they took a photo.

   After sorting out the photo paper this morning, they discovered that the “strange bird” actually looked like a man with wings, and he seemed to be carrying another man in his hand.

  Because the sky is dark and the distance is far away, the photo is very blurry. But because of this, it gave people enough room for imagination.

  The police officers looked at the blurred human figure in the photo, and suddenly remembered the strange marks they observed on the dusty beam at the top of the confinement room during the investigation just now—some traces of feathers swept away.

   Combined with the legend of the foggy dog ​​nearby, a few timid police officers have begun to worship Buddha secretly.

   Then they were reprimanded by the Mumu police department, using what Amuro had just said to him, there are no grievances in the world, and so on, and there are no foggy dogs.

  …

   In the end, the Mumu Police Department was unable to figure out the case, and could only temporarily close the team.

   When the police left, the car that Toru Amuro called also arrived.

   Jiang Xia followed him into the new car—a new tire was placed in the trunk and rear seat of the car, and Jiang Xia even saw a few mouse traps in the back.

   He carefully memorized the location of the mousetrap, then turned around to hug the ghost and continued to doze off, while the vehicle headed for Izu.

  Amuro Toru regrets not being able to solve the case, but he still has tasks to do, and there is currently no clues, so it is useless to stay.

   In addition, the more you stay in the temple, the worse it is, people don’t want to stay for a long time… Magnetic field, there must be a problem with the magnetic field.

  …

When    arrived, Jiang Xia was woken up by An Shitou again.

Although the temporary boss didn’t say it clearly, Jiang Xia always felt that his face was full of “Have you been possessed by something?” “Why don’t you really go to a shrine?” “It won’t work like this.” lines.

   But in the end, Toru Amuro reluctantly maintained his materialist stance, and stopped all the hesitancy without saying a word.

  Izu Seaside, there are many high-end hotels.

   But Toru Amuro did not choose those stores, but chose a homestay near the pottery classroom and stayed on the highest floor.

  From here, with a telescope, you can barely see a corner of the pottery’s courtyard – the pottery classroom is the model of the front shop and the back house, and the shop is connected to the courtyard of Kikuemon.

After   Amuro entered the room, he closed the curtains, propped up the telescope, and observed it in the dark for a while, but he didn’t see any problems.

   So he decided to wait until it got dark, go in and explore to find out the general situation, and use the experience coupon to sneak into the pottery classroom the next day to inquire about the news in a more targeted manner.

   In these places with “classroom” in the name, the service staff are usually a little more talkative than other places, and they can generate some information to some extent.

  Jiang Xia is different from him, he doesn’t have much enthusiasm for work.

   He knew that the “eavesdropping pottery” that Amuro wanted to investigate was actually an oolong – it was just an exercise tool for a reserve murderer, not someone targeting the organization.

   Even if it is aimed at the organization, it has nothing to do with Jiang Xia, after all, he is just an innocent peripheral member…

   Jiang Xia originally planned to continue sleeping.

   However, just as he was lying down, there was a knock on the door – Amuro passed him a book, “Introduction to Ceramic Art”, and he didn’t know where or when he got it.

   “They open pottery classrooms, and they also mean to choose pottery successors. If you show more talent, maybe you will have more opportunities to meet.” After Amuro finished speaking, he continued to go back to follow.

   Jiang Xia was silent for a moment while holding the book, thinking that Amuro is really a genius who increases the workload of employees.

   But, fortunately, although Jiang Xia has never played pottery, he has done a lot of pinching things before.

  —In those days when there were no ghosts and only shikigami, if you wanted to build a puppet that looked a little like a human, you had to do it yourself. Jiang Xia grasped this skill by pinching it.

  Although there are many differences in feel and other aspects between clay and puppet materials, the core is definitely not much different.

   Jiang Xia flipped through the book “Introduction to Ceramic Art”, threw the book aside, locked the door and continued to sleep.

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   (end of this chapter)