The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Under some indescribable contest of strength, the dead hand is retreating and the skeleton hand is advancing.

The dry dead skin retreated to the top of Qin Zhibo's eyelids, and its disguise could be vaguely seen in the pale wrist.

It was not a human arm. Hidden under the pale skin, it looked like yellow-brown blood vessels, but it looked more like wriggling tentacles.

But what Qin Zhibo cared about was not these, but the skeleton hand that was gradually approaching him.

There was an unpleasant smell of kerosene coming from the skinny skeleton hands, hitting his nostrils.

Then came the cold.

The cold breath spread throughout Qin Zhibo's body, as if he had been lying in a cold morgue, arousing goosebumps all over his body.

Baron Samedi leaned forward, staring at Qin Zhibo's face with his empty eyes, and hummed softly through his nostrils stuffed with cotton.

This is an unknown ditty, which seems to be some kind of ditty popular in the countryside.

He hummed this inexplicable tune with a heavy nasal voice. In such a scene, everything seemed very strange.

Qin Zhibo knew that this was a requiem.

He was like a mourner with no emotion, and was about to personally bury Qin Zhibo, who only had half his life left.

I don’t know if this requiem tune is a comfort to the soul, or a mockery from hell.

His hand got closer and closer, until the five skeletal fingers were like hooks from hell, hooking Qin Zhibo's neck.

In an instant, Qin Zhibo felt the terrible suffocation.

Qin Zhibo has never experienced this feeling before. It is not a physical pressure on the neck, but some inner pressure.

Just like taking potassium cyanide, the respiratory muscles are paralyzed by cyanide ions.

He couldn't breathe.

70, 65, 60, 55, 47

The willpower is also declining rapidly, but at this moment, this mental damage is no longer so important compared with the physical damage.

When the willpower drops to 0, you can still go to a mental hospital and become a happy mental patient.

People say that the happiest people in the world are those who do not need to be responsible for others, and mentally ill people happen to be such people.

But if the physical fitness drops to 0, then you can only go to the morgue.

Although the dead hand is still restraining the skeleton hand, it doesn't seem to play a decisive role, it just suspends death.

With the blessing of the will to survive, Qin Zhibo decided to try to save himself.

Although he was trying to save himself, it was actually just his body's instinct.

Anyone who has good hands and feet will make some resistance when being choked.

Qin Zhibo's fingers moved slightly, trying to grab the skeleton hand.

However, his body seemed to be controlled by some invisible shackles, and he could not move at all.

But Qin Zhibo's strong desire to survive keeps trying.

He wanted to reach out and grab that skeletal hand and remove those damn claws.

At this moment, a black shadow emerged from Qin Zhibo's body.

This was a pure black human-shaped shadow, with bottomless darkness all over the body. It raised its dark arm from Qin Zhibo's palm.

It's a substitute messenger!

Instead of Qin Zhibo's own will to survive, the substitute messenger raised his hand and grabbed the skeleton hand's arm.

Apart from being a bit darker, the stand-in's palm was not as subversive in structure as the dead man's hand, and could not hold Baron Samedi's thick bone club at all.

But when it joined in, the situation of the battle immediately changed.

The combination of dead hand + pitch black hand instantly pulled the deadly skeleton hand back a certain distance, and the re-squirming respiratory muscles allowed Qin Zhibo to take a breath of kerosene-smelling air.

Baron Samedi looked at the newly added dark palm. Although there was no expression on the skull's face, Qin Zhibo could vaguely feel the trace of emotion.

He was startled for a moment.

Yes, Baron Samedi was startled.

Even though a dead hand had just made an attack out of thin air, Baron Samedi didn't hesitate at all. He completely ignored it and continued to attack Qin Zhibo.

It was like a sumo wrestler weighing hundreds of pounds walking forward, with an ordinary person standing in front of him blocking the way.

There is no need for a sumo wrestler to stop unless He wants to.

But it would be different if it was a wall

The stalemate lasted for a few seconds before Baron Samedi took the initiative to retreat.

He retracted his skeleton hand in a dignified manner, like a thief who failed to succeed.

The dead hand and the dark hand were not unreasonable, and naturally let go of their hands, allowing Baron Samedi to withdraw his hands casually and put them back on the skull crutch.

When Baron Samedi resumed his original standing posture, a string of thick nasal sounds came from his nasal cavity.

The strange sound hummed in this nasal accent was a series of meaningful words, and Qin Zhibo happened to understand it quite well.

"You escaped your destined death."

"But you have to be careful"

"Pray to all that you don't meet another thousand of my forms."

Baron Semedi's body gradually lost color and became translucent, until it lost all luster and turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

The dead man's hand retracted into the yellow sleeve and disappeared into the air.

The substitute messenger returned to Qin Zhibo's body, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Qin Zhibo checked his character card. His physique was restored to 40, and his will was also 40. It was not high, but it was enough.

At this time, the system pops up a prompt.

[Protected by the blessing of the yellow seal, obtained the main mission - debts must be repaid]

[Task content: Hunting Mi-GO]

[Task requirements: time limit 72 hours, scope Tokyo]

[Task reward: 3000 general skill proficiency, 2 lottery opportunities]

——

The timing of the mission reward popping up was very subtle. Qin Zhibo didn't have time to read it carefully before he saw a red dot marking the mission on the electronic map.

"Qin Zhibo! How are you?"

Conan's voice became real, and Qin Zhibo completely restored his consciousness in the real world.

"Ahem." Qin Zhibo coughed twice and sat up with the support of Mao Lilan, "Are you okay?"

In fact, Qin Zhibo also said half of the sentence "I didn't die today", but he was afraid of being misunderstood and had suicidal tendencies, so he didn't say it.

Next, although Qin Zhibo repeatedly stated that his body was fine, Conan and Mao Lilan insisted on waiting for the ambulance to arrive and go to a large hospital for a good physical check-up.

Qin Zhibo thought in his heart that he really should have a comprehensive understanding of his physical condition, and it would not be a loss if he treated it as a physical examination.

In this way, Qin Zhibo got on the speeding ambulance and went straight to the hospital in Tokyo.

As for the Mustang convertible parked on the side of the road, Qin Zhibo made a tow call and had the car towed back to Tokyo.

Lying on the hospital bed, Qin Zhibo was waiting for a physical examination.

In fact, on the way to the hospital, Qin Zhibo was thinking about a problem.

Judging from the system prompts, I was under a voodoo spell cast by someone.

But

When?

Where?

Who?

How?

Why?