Chapter 3069 3081 [Revenge]

“A-choo!”

A hotel in Tokyo.

Calvados, who was searching for a shooting range, rubbed his nose and also found a screen full of news.

"It's that detective again..."

An organizational cadre who was having bad luck clicked his tongue in annoyance: Perhaps it was because every time something went wrong it would attract Jiang Xia, that now whenever he saw this high school student he couldn't help but frown and always had some bad associations.

But because of this, news about this guy always makes people pay attention - before they could react, Calvados had already moved his fingers and clicked on it.

After taking a few glances, he was surprised to find that this popular live broadcast actually had some relationship with him.

"That fire was not an accident, but arson?!"

Calvados thought of the piece of chocolate that was burned in the sea of ​​fire, and murderous intent burned in his eyes: "This bastard reporter..."

That was not just a piece of chocolate, but related to his future happiness! But now, everything was gone in the fire...

Thinking of the night when he happily bought kitchen utensils, but looked up and saw the despair of the house on fire, Calvados narrowed his eyes slightly, and had the urge to take a shortcut to the Metropolitan Police Department and shoot the bastard reporter to make him pay with his life.

...But unfortunately, once everyone stood up, Calvados remembered that he didn't have a gun.

“…”

He sat back down in silence.

After a moment, Calvados moved the progress bar forward and returned to the scene where Ryuichi Yanase was dragged away by the police in despair.

"Forget it. Once you become famous, you gain a bad reputation. For such a hypocritical person, this must be a more painful punishment than death."

After barely getting rid of his anger thanks to the detective, Calvados snorted and looked at Jiang Xia with a slightly more favorable attitude.

“But when I was in Osaka, I thought my bad luck would get better after I came to Tokyo.

"But now he has lost his last gun, is being treated as a suspect, and is affected by the fire...Is it not Osaka that has the problem, but this country?"

Thinking of this, Calvados couldn't help but begin to miss the free time before returning home - at that time he was still a sniper with six or seven guns, which he could use for close combat or long-range combat. He could use whichever gun he wanted, and the bullets were supplied like water.

But now...

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, my cell phone buzzed and a message came.

Calvados clicked it casually and his eyes widened suddenly - this, this turned out to be a sympathy message sent by Vermouth!

"Yes! I once told that goddess my address. She must have seen the news and knew that the place where I lived was burned down."

While feeling a little embarrassed, Calvados felt a surge of warmth in his heart: Being abroad is great, but without that goddess, wouldn't everything be meaningless?

The brief thought of "leaving here" that just popped up in my mind was immediately thrown aside.

"However, it would be nice if it wasn't a condolence email, but the goddess herself came to visit me."

It is human nature to push for more. Calvados looked at his surroundings, stroked his chin and thought:

"Maybe she originally wanted to come see me, but it was inconvenient for her to come? - After all, the organization hasn't given me a new safe house yet, so I'm staying in a hotel temporarily. And that goddess is a movie queen, so she would instinctively avoid places where witnesses could easily spread rumors..."

"I can't live here anymore. I need to ask the guys in logistics to find a new place for me as soon as possible and send her the new address!"

With this in mind, he jumped up from the bed, ready to move as soon as possible to a house that was secluded enough so that no reporters would take pictures of it.

…

Jiang Xia stayed at the TV station for a while and helped the program crew record an edited trailer. Afterwards, he looked around and found that there seemed to be no murderous intent, so he politely said goodbye and returned home.

The busy day passed quickly. After sorting out the recent gains, Jiang Xia looked through the cases related to the Snow Girl and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, he walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water. After taking a sip, he almost spit it out: Why is it so cold?

The psychic, who was not used to drinking ice water so early in the morning, stared at his cup in confusion for two seconds.

After a moment, he realized something and opened the lid of the pot next to him.

When he looked inside, he saw a snow-white ghost quietly soaking in his kettle.

When Jiang Xia lowered his head, Xue Nu also looked up, and the two sides suddenly looked at each other.

"..." Jiang Xia, "What are you doing?"

The Snow Girl stepped on a gust of cold wind and floated up from the pot with reserve. She raised her long sleeves and gestured, with a strange touch of intimacy in her aloofness: You seem to like this kind of drink.

Jiang Xia: “……?”

He looked at the pot, the Snow Girl, and then his own cup. After thinking for a while, the psychic with a good memory finally remembered: Not long ago, when he was drinking snow-top coffee, the Snow Girl seemed to be sitting next to him and watching very seriously.

Jiang Xia: “…”

Although there was no snow-topped coffee, the special Snow Girl coffee made people sober. He put down the cup and gave up the idea of ​​taking a nap: "Why did you suddenly think of making a drink for me? What do you want? Just tell me directly."

Sure enough, this ghost did not change his career to a water regulator for no reason.

Hearing Jiang Xia's question, the Snow Girl did not hesitate and quickly floated to the newspaper rack beside her and pointed at the corner of one of the newspapers.

Jiang Xia walked over, picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, and found that it was a rather alternative rental advertisement.

Advertisements in newspapers are charged by word count and space, so this ad was made very small and the text was very concise:

[Apartment for rent. Haunted, cheap, for the brave.

Phone: xxxxxxx]

The Q version of the ghost fetus raised its little hand and slapped the word "haunted" - the Snow Girl looked at Jiang Xia expectantly, with a light in her eyes that said "looking for a companion".

Jiang Xia looked at the ad, asked Noah to search for relevant information, and then looked at the address of the haunted house: "But this house is in downtown Tokyo, there is not much snow in winter, and there are no rumors related to the snow woman at present."

The new ghost shook his head, as if he had lowered his standards after going through a lot of hardships: if he couldn't find other snow women, he could look for other monsters first, as they were of the same kind, and maybe he could get some information from them.

“…”

Although I feel that the idea of ​​the Snow Girl is not very reliable, the psychic himself also likes haunted places.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia nodded with embarrassment and agreed to the Snow Girl's request reluctantly.

"But hauntings usually happen at night." Jiang Xia thought for a moment, "I have nothing else to do, so I'll call Conan over in the morning and let him see which snow woman legend is more suspicious."

(End of this chapter)