Corpse collector in Conan

Fortunately, this kind of trouble is not difficult to avoid as long as you are prepared in advance. For example, Jiang Xia's current PlanA - just add a blood pack to Matsuda Jinpei to ensure that normal things can come out after one shot.

Gin seemed to have the habit of clearing his own memory manually. After this busy organizational cadre killed someone, he would immediately clear the relevant information of the dead person from his mind.

Therefore, as long as something is not discovered on the spot, even if it is "dead", the Matsuda puppet will still have a chance. For example, he can change his clothes, sneak into the organization from peripheral members first, and then come and attack Uzo when the time is right... It just so happens that the organization He looks very welcoming to newcomers, and even recruits a bunch of undercover agents without hesitation.

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Manipulating puppet clay is actually more like an activity that relies on intuition and body memory than detailed analysis and calculation.

Just like when you exercise, you can generally have random thoughts.

Jiang Xia is currently thinking wildly while carefully adjusting the movement of the clay puppet.

However, it turns out that multitasking is never a good habit when doing precision work.

——After a few seconds, Jiang Xia suddenly heard a very slight "pop" sound.

Immediately afterwards, Matsuda Jinpei's mouth began to bleed - the blood bag was halfway filled and was crushed by the too solid clay.

Matsuda Jinpei's face was calm and numb, and he used the Buddhist method of "emptying himself" to resist the strange touch when inserting the blood pack.

When he found that the blood bag was broken, he came back to his senses. He was startled and immediately shut up. He covered his mouth with his hand and wiped away the blood that crossed the corner of his mouth - Jiang Xia had a new fabric sofa a while ago, and there were fake blood drops. It is extremely difficult to wash off. Although Jiang Xia is not the kind of strict master who "detains ghost mints because his puppet broke his favorite furniture", this somewhat sinister psychic can definitely "mix a little murderous smell of disinfectant into the murderous smell of wine" , or the behavior of "mixing a little formalin-flavored murderous aura into coffee-flavored murderous aura" and then feeding them... Mermaid and Xiaobai have been forced to demonstrate this to them many times, and Matsuda Jinpei doesn't want to try it himself.

Jiang Xia was also startled by the sudden rupture of the blood bag.

After regaining consciousness, he sighed and pointed to the bathroom in the bedroom.

When Matsuda Jinpei walked in and stood on the smooth floral porcelain floor tiles, Jiang Xia snapped her fingers and dismissed the puppet.

The figure dressed in black disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the blood in the blood bag hanging in the air. A few tenths of a second later, they crashed down, splashing to the ground without a drop, and then Jiang Xia picked up the nozzle and rushed away.

At the same time, illusory clay piled up, and the clean Matsuda Jinpei quickly reappeared next to the sofa.

Jiang Xia looked back and nodded with satisfaction. The vest is very good, it is not afraid of getting dirty and can be cleaned with one click.

He walked to the cabinet and opened the door. I took out a new blood pack.

Just as he was about to walk back, he thought about it and put the blood bag back into the box. Then he hugged the entire box, walked to the sofa, and placed it in front of the Matsuda formation:

"Maybe the hardness of the clay was too high just now. I took back part of the shikigami and tried again."

"..."

Matsuda Jinpei trembled slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, and instinctively counted the number of blood packs neatly packed in the box.

After a while, he recalled the feeling of his brain being invaded by a soft blood bag, and felt that if he were still a human being, there would be a waterfall of cold sweat hanging on his forehead... Well, okay, he is no longer a human being. It's not a big deal to get some water in your brain, and it's certainly the same thing if you get some blood.

Thinking like this, under the urging of Jiang Xia's eyes, the calm Officer Matsuda leaned down, picked up a blood bag... and continued to stuff it into his brain.

More than ten minutes later.

The position of the blood bag was slowly fixed. Jiang Xia stopped controlling the puppet clay and looked at Matsuda Jinpei carefully.

I found that at least from the outside, the blood bag was completely hidden. There are no subtle consequences such as "the back of the head protrudes", "the head becomes enlarged", or "weird things can be seen through the pupils".

According to a little feedback from the puppet clay, at this time, the blood bag was quietly lying in Matsuda Jinpei's mind. Although it was under tremendous pressure from all directions, it was not overwhelmed. Only when the movement becomes larger, it seems that the sound of gurgling water can be heard.

……Um? The sound of water?

"..."

Jiang Xia struggled for a moment and figured it out: It doesn't matter, it's not a big problem. When the time comes, just ask Matsuda Jinpei to bring a water bottle with him.

He straightened up and let go of the hard-working puppet. He was about to praise him a few times and give him a piece of ghost mint as a reward.

But they found Matsuda Jinpei sitting on the sofa, his whole person...the whole ghost was in a completely still state. If Jiang Xia hadn't pulled him to check just now, he might not have moved at all.

"...?"

Jiang Xia looked at him with some confusion, raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, feeling like an unlicensed doctor in a black workshop who had just performed a dangerous operation. He asked uncertainly: "How do you feel? Can you see? Are you conscious?" Can you control your actions?"

Jiang Xia did not personally possess the puppet and conduct this experiment.

If he goes into battle on his own, he will end up being less rigorous.

When introducing Matsuda Jinpei, the fake Usa, to Gin, Jiangxia's real body will definitely speak and move. Therefore, when the time comes, the one who drives the puppet must be Matsuda Jinping Piramoto.

Jiang Xia and the ghosts are essentially different. Jiang Xia can swallow blood packets when driving the puppet, but it does not mean that he can swallow the Matsuda Formation when it is opened flat, so the ghosts must try it themselves.

That's right, it's just for the sake of rigor and has nothing to do with not wanting to fill your head with water...

And "hiding a health pack in the puppet clay" sounds like a very easy task. But in reality it's not that simple. If I have to make an analogy, this is more like stuffing a blood bag into a pile of clay that has been baked and hardened; or a drop of water fell on a smooth table, which should have spread out into a circle due to surface tension, but now it is It's like trying to fill in a blank triangle - the shape of the puppet has already been stabilized when it is formed. It can support a brief change of form, but it is very troublesome to store items for a long time like today.

Jiang Xia is not sure how the puppet feels now.

All he knew was that as soon as the blood pack was put in, the consumption rate of murderous energy was visibly increased, and it would be harder for the puppet to enter because of his brain damage.

After hearing Jiang Xia's series of questions, Matsuda Jinping gradually thawed out of his petrified state.

He raised his hand and touched the skin near the blood bag. He slowly shook his head again.

This experiment was actually a success.

Because at present, it seems that this blood pack has no effect on movement or vision, and of course it will not cause pain. After all, the puppet has no pain nerves.

The only problem is...

The splashing sound was too loud.

The sound of water that Jiang Xia heard fell on Matsuda Jinping's senses, and seemed to be magnified countless times. He could clearly hear the sound of liquid flowing through his head, like a gurgling stream. For a ghost who has not completely forgotten his identity as a human being, this is actually very curious.

However, this has nothing to do with the question Jiang Xia just asked. The calm adult policeman didn't want to admit that his condition would be affected by the blood in his brain.

He tried his best to adapt to the rushing fluid in his head, picked up the sunglasses next to him and put them on again.

Thinking of Jiang Xia's questions, he nodded four times: I feel pretty good, I can see, I am conscious, and I can move.