Conan’s Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia turned off the light and lay down on the quilt.

Counting the time, the matter at the Twin Buildings should be over, and Conan and the others are about to return to Miwa Town.

Now his house is completely dark, which means people have gone to bed and closed the door to thank guests.

Curious students, even if they have some worries and questions about tonight's "sniper attack", when they see him turning off the lights, they can't just break in to see his injuries or send him to the hospital, they can only leave.

After thinking about this, Jiang Xia's thoughts suddenly stopped.

...No, wait.

Speaking of this, Conan and Mao Lilan seem to have tried hard before.

Jiang Xia couldn't sleep after thinking about it.

——Conan is certainly not something to be afraid of. The strength of this elementary school student is completely negligible. But if he brought Mao Lilan over and forced him to be a porter for his neighbor...

"..."

Jiang Xia thought of the social death scene and fell into deep thought for a moment.

A second later, an illusory little light bulb seemed to light up above his head, and he had an idea.

…

Jiang Xia sat up and checked his arm, confirming that the bandage and fake blood were still there.

Then he got out of bed, got half a glass of water, grabbed a little mud from the flower plate, and walked towards the entrance.

A minute later, he disposed of the cup, washed his hands, moved a medicine box from the corner of the bedroom, rummaged for a while, and then stuffed the box into the corner.

After finishing it, Jiang Xia went back to bed, thought about it, took off her pajamas, and then went back to sleep.

——In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone.

He couldn't believe that when his classmate Maori came to the door, he had the nerve to drag the disheveled male neighbor out of the quilt and send him to the hospital.

…

After making some preparations just in case, Jiang Xia fell asleep peacefully.

However, maybe the idea of ​​being hit by a sniper bullet sounds a bit scary.

After sleeping for a while, his preparations actually came in handy.

…

Twenty minutes later.

"..."

Jiang Xia pressed her quilt tightly and looked at the uninvited guests gathered beside her bed: "..."

You are too persistent...

The most painful thing about the holidays is when you have just made up a ridiculous excuse to ask for sick leave, and then the person who has been approved for sick leave comes to visit you sincerely because you are too worried about your "sickness".

"...Um, I actually went to the hospital to take care of it. I didn't tell you because you were busy." Jiang Xia cleared her throat. "You also saw that I have nothing to do-just go back."

"But if you want to go to the hospital, why don't you take the ambulance on the spot instead of sneaking away and going there by yourself? There are not many injured people tonight, and the ambulance parked at the scene is more than enough."

Conan reasonably questioned: "And you usually don't go to the hospital even if I ask you, why are you so self-conscious today... Since you have been there, can you show us the medical records and medication diary?"

"..." Jiang Xia was ruthlessly exposed, and his eyes when he looked at Conan instantly became gloomy.

However, think about Kudo-kun’s rare melon-seed-flavored murderous aura, and the non-stop murder cases one after another around him...

Jiang Xia's mentality calmed down again. She closed her eyes and looked like she wanted to "sleep and thank the guests": "It's unlucky to keep that kind of thing. I just threw it away."

Conan: "..." Who would just throw away medical records and medication lists? As expected, this person has never been to the hospital. Being grazed by a bullet is no small matter. If you are unlucky enough to hit a violently rolling bullet, you may even have to have your leg amputated if it takes a long time. Now is not the time to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment.

Fortunately, he was prepared...

Seeing that Jiang Xia didn't want to leave, Conan reached out and tugged on the sleeve of the person next to him: "Sister Xiaolan..."

……Ah.

Jiang Xia watched this scene coldly, having expected it.

He looked at Conan, stretched out his fingers to hook the quilt, and made an inscrutable "I have a secret to tell, please listen carefully" gesture.

Conan's curiosity couldn't stand this.

He stopped summoning the weak female high school student and leaned closer to hear what Jiang Xia had to say.

Then I heard my neighbor whispering in a shy voice: "This is not good, I have no clothes on now."

Conan: "...?!"

Seeing Mao Lilan's hand reaching for the corner of the quilt, he was about to lift Jiang Xia's quilt and reach out to drag him.

Conan suddenly moved half a step sideways, and Lingbo blocked Mao Lilan's hand with a slight step: "Wait!"

"...Conan?" Mao Lilan was startled and looked at this fickle primary school student in confusion.

…

Conan stopped the people, turned to Jiang Xia hurriedly, and whispered the team voice: "When we went camping before, didn't you always wear pajamas!"

"You also said it was camping." Jiang Xia confidently wrapped herself in the quilt and looked very comfortable. "This is at home now."

Conan: "..." Looking at Jiang Xia's refusal to go to the hospital, I'm afraid it's impossible for him to dress neatly... Tsk. It would be nice if there were a few good brothers who could support Xiaolan. Unfortunately, after becoming younger, all of his previous connections were cut off and he didn’t have many adult male friends left. He couldn’t call Hattori to find him. But I’m still in Osaka.

Um? etc……

Speaking of "adult men", Conan had an idea and the figure of Mouri Kogoro came to mind.

"..."

As soon as Jiang Xia saw Conan touching his chin, he knew that the detective was thinking about something bad again: "Stop messing around, I know it myself."

He decisively interrupted Conan's contemplation and threw out Plan B of the sick leave plan:

"Well, I did not go to the hospital, but I have already found someone to handle it, and the professionalism is no worse than the doctors in the hospital. And the bullet almost didn't spin when it hit me, leaving only an ordinary scratch. That’s all.”

When he said this, Conan reluctantly believed Jiang Xia's luck.

——And I heard from Xiaolan and Yuanzi that after the elevator stopped running in an emergency, Jiang Xia rolled onto the top of the elevator and used both hands when opening the door. His movements were not affected at all, and the bullet scratches were indeed not deep.

Behind Conan.

Mao Lilan looked at the two people, one large and one small, muttering together in confusion.

She waited as patiently as possible for a while, and after half a minute, she couldn't help but reach out to lift Conan away who was blocking her.

…

"Then show me your arm. If it's really not serious..." Conan was talking to Jiang Xia when he suddenly felt a slender hand fall on his collar.

"!"

Conan hurriedly turned around and patched up Mao Lilan: "Ah, I suddenly remembered! Brother Shinichi said that it is not good to move rashly. If the injury is really not serious, it is not impossible to find someone to come and deal with it..."

Mao Lilan: "...Huh?"...When did you say it? Why didn't she hear it?

Just as she was about to ask, the people around her had already heard the first half of Conan's words.

Then he decisively made a sound of worry + wanting to participate: "Then, then I want to watch it together too!"