Conan’s Corpse Picker

Looking at it this way, the patrolman discovered that he had indeed photographed the fleeing smashed vehicle. But after he fell and pressed the shutter, the vehicle had jumped far away and the picture was not clear.

Jiang Xia drove the puppet of Ganfanmao and came next to him. He also craned his neck to glance at the screen of his mobile phone.

Then he sighed silently: It seems that the Irish blind box cannot be opened this time.

Although it is a bit regretful, it seems understandable: most of the photographic equipment on the market in the island country will make a crisp "clicking" sound when taking pictures, and there will be flash lights at night. If you shoot too close and there is too much movement, Ireland will probably notice it immediately and turn around to take another shot.

After all, this time is different from the time when Pisco died. Although Pisco also noticed the flash of taking photos before his death, there were many reporters present at the time, and he thought the reporters were taking slides to commemorate the incident. But this time it was on an empty street, and there were no passing reporters to help take the blame.

Next to him, the little patrolman knew nothing about the two brushes with death.

He still regretted not being able to photograph the suspicious person. But now that the car has run away, it is impossible to reshoot it, so we have to deal with other things first.

The little patrolman couldn't care less about the cat for a moment. He got up and ran quickly to the side, looking for the man who fell from the fourth floor and hit the roof of the car, and was brutally thrown off the car.

Carefully reaching out to check, this man indeed had no signs of life.

"..." To be on the safe side, the patrolman still called an ambulance, meaning he could be rescued.

Then he anxiously contacted his police colleagues: "I'm at the Kawasaki Commercial Building in 3-chome. Someone fell down here, and the vehicle that was smashed was involved in a hit-and-run accident... Well, I don't know if there was an accident or not. In short, he fled south, and stopped the vehicle. Car! I’ll send you the photos right now!”

When posting the photo, he looked down at the picture he had taken and scratched the hat on his head sadly.

——The lighting in this area was not good, and the car was going too fast, and was slightly deformed by the body. There was only a blurry shadow left in the photo. For a moment, he couldn't even tell what kind of car it was. .

The license plate was not deformed, but a car happened to be passing by on the street at that time. The lights of other cars flashed the license plate, which reflected the light and made it difficult to read the words on it.

Patrolman: "..." Rounding up means there are no clues at all... It seems that we can only rely on the colleagues who are looking for the car to do their best.

After panicking for a while, he gradually calmed down: Since a life has been lost, the police from the Metropolitan Police Department should take over the matter, and maybe there will be enthusiastic detectives passing by to help. As a small patrol officer, he only needs to truthfully provide what he saw.

Patrolman: "..." Of course, you have to try to describe the guy who escaped as cruel as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to explain why he didn't stop him in time...

…

The patrolman goes about his business.

Next to him, a psychic who passed by quietly was already deep in thought.

Jiang Xia put on the vest of Ganfanmao, looked at the little patrolman, and then looked at the direction of Ireland's racing car, and was silent for a moment: "..." Is Ireland's luck a bit low? When the deceased fell from the building, if the reaction of this bottle of real wine was any slower, it would be killing two people in another sense.

In order to escape, Ireland's speed increased too fast, and Jiang Xia missed the opportunity to use his puppet to hitch a ride on him.

Fortunately, mature psychics often do more than just one-hand preparation.

He sensed the foggy dog ​​placed next to Ireland and quickly discovered Ireland's driving route.

Then I discovered that Ireland took a small road and stopped nearby. After changing to a spare car, I drove away without looking back. It seemed that I ran outside Tokyo.

Jiang Xia: "..." Run so far? It seems that he will not return to his den today. Ireland's level of caution does not seem to be bad at the moment. It's just that he, like Gin, has a bad habit of being silenced occasionally. Perhaps this is also the bad luck destined for organizational cadres...

…

Such an accident suddenly occurred. If we continue to track it, it may be difficult to find Ireland's den in a short time, and it will only consume a lot of murderous energy.

So after thinking for a moment, Jiang Xia recalled the foggy dogs and decided to talk about it later - after all, Ireland's murderous aura is not the kind of permanent murderous aura that can be harvested every day. Once it finds a den, it is difficult to go there regularly. Calculating it this way, it is not unacceptable to have him out of sight for a short time.

...And after all, we are colleagues. We are all in Tokyo together, so I think we will have many opportunities to meet each other in the future.

While thinking expectantly, Jiang Xia drove half the street in Ganfanmao's vest and arrived at the place where Ireland passed by while running.

On the bushes on the roadside, there was a cloud of murderous smell of smoke that had just drifted out of the car - Ireland seemed to be very confident in his shooting skills, and saw the scene of the patrolman falling to the ground in the rearview mirror. Therefore, it was determined that the patrolman was dead.

His murderous intention towards the dead man disappeared, but he was not able to actually kill the person, so the murderous intention towards the patrolman fell away smoothly.

Jiang Xia: "..." It seems that this is also a neat person who immediately puts hatred behind after killing someone.

He manually gave Ireland a thumbs up for his good temper.

Then he trotted to the murderous side, stretched out his claws to gather it, picked it up and ran towards the direction of the main body.

…

Soon, Jiang Xia put on the cat vest and returned to the coffee shop where her body was, and her consciousness returned to her original body.

He opened his eyes in the coffee shop, dispersed the puppet of the dry cat, and let the ghost carry the unmarked fresh smoke smell back to the main body.

The newly acquired murderous aura was piled up and stuffed into the seal space. The ghosts and shikigami who were busy outside were all recalled by him to the seals.

After counting the new harvest, Jiang Xia took out her mobile phone, thought about it, and sent Gin a Riddler email:

[Congratulations on the reinstatement. ]

"That gentleman" may find it difficult to accept Ireland's mistakes tonight: whether this cadre followed Gin without permission, almost came into contact with the "Scott Soldier" related to Uzo, or his attempted silence was almost filmed, the boss would feel dissatisfied.

The combination of several things will only lead to greater dissatisfaction.

In comparison, Gin just almost shot the wrong person and didn't have so many evil intentions. It was only a matter of time before he turned back into the busy model worker with a lot of hit lists.

——In short, the sudden "accidental falling incident" will definitely cause a series of related chain reactions.

Now that things have happened, it would be disrespectful to him not to take advantage of Ireland's bad luck...

…

After sending the email, Jiang Xia put away her phone and touched the coffee on the table.

The coffee is still very warm, just right in your mouth.

He picked it up and took a sip, and a word suddenly popped into his mind: warm wine and kill Hua Xiong.