Conan’s Corpse Picker

Subaru Okiya has never felt that Jiang Xia is a scary person. In his eyes, this sunny and just detective has always been a symbol of "hope" - if he is framed as a murderer, Jiang Xia will definitely be able to crack the truth and find the real murderer.

However, theory is theory. In fact, after seeing Jiang Xia for the first time, especially after seeing the stick in his hand, Okiya Subaru's intuitive alarm started to buzz.

He suddenly threw the ball of rope in his hand towards the detective who fell into the room, and instinctively turned around to run away.

However, the messy rope like a fishing net did not have any blocking effect at all. It was gently swept aside by the swing stick spread out in Jiang Xia's hand and moved to the side at will.

Then a hand came from behind.

"!!!"

Although he didn't see the scene behind him, as Jiang Xia's hand approached, Okiya Subaru felt that his scalp was about to explode. For some reason, he thought of the unhuman boss when he first met Usa. Pressing his head from behind, he let him admire the half-rotted skeleton buried under the cosmos.

The aura of death coming from behind was so strong that Okiya Subaru dodged to the side in a desperate attempt to survive, and he actually dodged a grab.

However, the next second, his feet suddenly stumbled. Okiya Subaru was caught off guard and lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He wanted to get up immediately, but before his thoughts could turn into action, a foot stepped heavily on his back, like a wedge, nailing the specimen in place. Before Subaru Okiya could even say "Help!!" When he shouted, he was stepped on and his voice disappeared from his mouth.

In the chaos, he could only see shadows on the ground.

The light and shadow passed by, and Jiang Xia swung the stick in his hand. The light came from the window behind him, and his thick and dark shadow was cast on the ground, like a grinning devil waving a sickle.

The next moment, the stick rolled down with the sound of wind, grazing the tip of Okiya Subaru's nose and digging into the ground.

Click——

A deep pit was created on the ground by the metal material at the tip of the swinging stick. Cement fragments flew, and a small piece of it scratched across the graduate student's face, leaving a thin line of blood.

"..."

Subaru Okiya has never felt so clearly that from the perspective of the criminal being chased, the sunny and righteous high school detective can be so scary.

Cold sweat fell to the ground along his forehead. He rolled his eyes to the corner of his eyes and stared hard at the piece of cement floor in front of him. For a moment, he even forgot the pain on his face, and there was only a blank space in his mind as he passed by death. ——If this stick had hit him on the head just now...

"Mr. Okiya?"

When Subaru Okiya evolved countless versions of being beaten to death with a stick in his mind.

There was a sudden lightness on his back.

The force that seemed to embed him into the ground disappeared without warning. Jiang Xia moved away from stepping on his feet, squatted down and poked him with a stick, seeming surprised: "Why is it you? You are acting like this What are you doing? By the way, why did you come to England?"

Okiya Subaru: "..." I recognized it, he actually recognized it! Isn't it true that this level of disguise can't hide from a keen detective like Jiang Xia at close range...

Once upon a time, Subaru Okiya was worried that his disguise would be seen through by someone he knew.

But now, when he heard this sentence, he felt like hearing the sound of nature - at least it meant that he would not be accidentally injured by this terrible detective and locked up in the warehouse as a pig.

For a moment, Subaru Okiya couldn't tell whether it was Uzo's terrifying performance on stage or the terrifying thing about being beaten to death by the detective as a criminal. Reason clearly told him that it was the former, but when Jiang Xia swung down the stick just now, the air seemed to freeze, and he really felt that he had seen the other side of death.

"Mr. Okiya?...Did you admit your mistake?"

Maybe it was because he didn't respond for too long. The detective hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had recognized the wrong person. He stood up and stepped back again, as if he was worried that the criminal who had finally been caught would escape, or as if he wanted to take advantage of the fact that the police did not come. First step on it and hit it a few times to try the feel.

The oppressive feeling he had just left returned with a vengeance. Subaru Okiya didn't expect that he would return to Hell Gate so quickly. When he saw the detective tentatively raising his stick, he suddenly couldn't care about anything else: "It's me, wait, I'm not the murderer." ah!"

Subaru Okiya's original voice is undoubtedly very convincing.

The few times he had met before seemed to make him reluctantly classified as a "companion" by this detective.

Jiang Xia finally stopped stepping on him, and instead stretched out his hand to pull the man up. He also thoughtfully wrapped the rubber part with a swing stick and patted the dirt on his body.

Okiya Subaru was shocked by the slap and instinctively moved away.

Jiang Xia didn't care, just looked at him in surprise: "I didn't expect it to be you. Someone was shot upstairs just now, because the people guarding below didn't see anyone leaving the building, and the police suspected that the murderer was still in this building. In the building - I thought you were the brutal murderer."

Okiya Subaru: "..." When the word "cruel" comes out of your mouth, I always feel something weird...

"By the way, you haven't told me yet, why are you dressing up like this?" Jiang Xia's voice soon sounded again. He looked at Okiya Subaru. Apart from the joy of seeing his friend in a foreign country, his eyes seemed to be filled with excitement. There is a trace of detective's thinking of questioning everything equally:

"Speaking of which, when you came here, were you on the same plane as me? At that time, I felt that there was a person among the passengers who looked very much like you, but it was dim and far away, so I thought I had made a mistake."

This day had been full of ups and downs, and Subaru Okiya's usually flexible head was a little rusty, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Xia's swinging stick that was not put away and occasionally swaying. He didn't dare to pretend to be dumb.

After struggling for a moment, Subaru Okiya had no choice but to grit his teeth and try to be a Riddler with deep difficulties: "There are some things I can't say, but my current identity is very important to me. If possible, I hope you won't reveal it - as for this This case really had nothing to do with me, and it was only when I suddenly heard gunshots that I realized something was going on here."

Although Jiang Xia is still a high school student, because of his part-time job as a detective, he seems to have come into contact with many mysterious clients, and he seems to accept this kind of Riddler behavior well.

He stared at Subaru Okiya, thinking silently.

It wasn't until the other party finally couldn't maintain his calm expression that he nodded: "No problem, I won't tell. But I will investigate this case - do you really know nothing?"

Okiya Subaru nodded like clockwork.

Jiang Xia responded without saying whether he believed it or not.

He pointed to the door of the warehouse: "In this case, let's go to see the police together. After all, you are also a witness in this case. I can't just let you leave like this - and what if the murderer is still hiding nearby and disguises you as If you commit suicide in fear of guilt, things will be in trouble."