Corpse collector in Conan

Pu Siqinglan: "..." I didn't expect Jiang Xia to think of "Shi Kaobing" so quickly... No matter from which aspect, as long as she wants to spend the rest of her life safely, she must not let this detective alive.

...But he can't be killed.

Ideal and reality were briefly in conflict. Pu Siqinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

No matter how much willpower she spent, she gradually came up with a new idea:

During the two murders she committed, Jiang Xia's body seemed not to have suffered extensive damage, so each time she was "resurrected", it seemed so logical.

...If you throw him into the incinerator and watch him burn to ashes or cut into pieces. Maybe this terrible undead will never come back to life?

Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan suddenly realized something: no wonder she always felt that some steps were vaguely familiar. When she thought about it carefully, it seemed that the ancestor she admired, Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin, had a similar experience!

Rasputin is said to have magical powers that are beyond the reach of ordinary people. One year before the revolution, Tsarist Russian princes, parliamentarians and others conspired to assassinate him. However, it is said that the assassination process was very bumpy - several people first seduced Rasputin and invited him to eat cakes mixed with a large amount of potassium cyanide. The same poisonous wine, but Rasputin had no reaction after eating it.

The men who were trying to commit peaceful murder looked at each other for a moment before resorting to violence. The prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell to the ground, but he quickly got up and ran away. The congressman chased him and shot him three more times, one of which hit Rasputin's right eye. Take down this murder target again.

But even so, Rasputin still didn't die. It wasn't until nearly ten minutes after he was thrown into the glacier that he finally died. This "demon monk" did not like to take baths during his lifetime and always said that taking a bath would destroy his magic power. Therefore, some people believed that it was the water from the glacier that destroyed Rasputin's magic power, which finally killed him.

...In the past, when Pu Siqinglan recalled this incident, she only had admiration for this magical ancestor and hatred for those who conspired to kill him.

But this time, Pu Si Qinglan's focus was unconsciously placed on another place.

——As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how scary a person is, it is not impossible to kill him.

And having strong survivability does not mean it has strong attack power. Jiang Xia was killed twice by her, but she hasn't taken any action yet. Maybe this is not because he is kind, but because he can't kill people... Comparing the two sides, he has the opportunity to try again and again, but Jiang Xia can only wait passively. From this point of view, she has the advantage!

Pu Si Qinglan: "..." Rasputin died of flooding, but this experience cannot be replicated - Jiang Xia seems to be particularly unafraid of water. The first time he passed by a boat, he was soaked in water, and he was cyanide not long ago Potassium poison was thrown into the water, and he came out unharmed. So no water.

So why not do the opposite and try burning with flames? And burial, and metal blade cutting…

Pu Siqinglan: "..." Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia have that kind of unkillable physique?

Her descendants have not been able to inherit the magic power of their ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually has it... However, he obviously does not have the blood of Rasputin, and he is not afraid of water. Maybe Jiang Xia is the descendant of another school of magic power.

Maybe it was because I was extremely depressed just now.

Now that she has something to rely on in her heart, Pu Siqinglan seems to have been relieved of a heavy burden.

In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she immediately thought of another thing, with a greedy light flashing in her eyes: If, if she could get Jiang Xia's magical power on herself, then she could be with her the most. The ancestors you worship are the same!

…

Next to him, Jiang Xia was still watching the reasoning of the Mu Mu Police Department. At this time, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong aroma.

——For some reason, the delicious thief once again ignited her fighting spirit, and the faint murderous aura around her began to boil, like a pot of settled soup. The soup was rich, sweet and sour.

"!" Jiang Xia was startled, and instinctively wanted to turn around and take a look. She also wanted to take a handful.

But before taking action, he remembered the murderous intention of the third batch that almost ended in death. He stopped his movements rationally and stood still, as if he didn't notice anything: "..." It's better not to look around. What if I lose the murderous aura that I finally developed?

As an experienced and mature psychic, at times like this, you have to act like an ordinary person who has nothing but good fortune. Only in this way can it last long...

As Jiang Xia thought, she forced herself not to look sideways, focusing on the unattractive Mumu Police Department, maintaining a calm mind.

The Mumu Police Department felt terrified when he saw him: Jiang Xia was rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, the cruel thief with a great reputation and countless lives on his hands, really got into this ship?

"Why did that kind of international thief suddenly appear here?" Police Department Mumu wiped the sweat from his forehead, still feeling that the matter was very dreamy. In addition, he had some other questions, "But this still cannot explain why the deceased's ring It’s in Mr. Nishino’s room, and Mr. Nishino’s pen is in the deceased’s room.”

Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking himself a question, and said casually: "This is another matter."

Memu Police Department: "..." Why did you turn into the Riddler after going out? Don't follow those Riddler detectives!

He was a little tired and could only ask: "Tell me more details?"

Jiang Xia was still a little absent-minded and seemed to be thinking about other issues.

Conan, on the other hand, heard what the police department said and enthusiastically reached out to help.

He turned to Secretary Nishino: "Uncle Nishino, do you really not know the deceased? - I heard that you have been living overseas for many years, and the uncle of the deceased is a freelance photographer. He also has many works shot abroad. Maybe you are outside Encountered it before.”

"Have you met them abroad?" Nishino Masato actually doesn't like to remember things that have nothing to do with work.

But this time, the matter involved a murder case, and what was even more unfortunate was that he himself was regarded as a suspect.

Master Nishino could only bet on his innocence, pinching his forehead and trying to remember: "Abroad, photography, photography...ah, I remembered it! No wonder he always looks familiar to me!"

"Huh?" Police Department Mu Mu was startled, then turned to look at him and asked skillfully, "Tell me in detail."

Secretary Nishino sighed: "Three years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I once passed a village that was hit by a fire. At that time, there was a little girl of four or five years old, wearing pajamas that had been burned to tatters. , standing next to the ruins and crying..."