Chapter 1373 1381 [Please finish your story! ]
Pu Siqinglan: “…” I didn’t expect Jiang Xia to actually think of “Shi Kaobing” so quickly… No matter from which perspective, as long as she wants to live the rest of her life in peace, she must not let this detective live.
...but he can't be killed.
Ideals and reality were briefly in conflict. Pu Siqinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
After consuming so much willpower, she gradually came up with a new idea:
During the two murders she committed, Jiang Xia's body did not seem to have suffered any extensive injuries, so each "resurrection" seemed so natural.
...If I throw him into an incinerator and watch him burn to ashes, or cut him into pieces, maybe this horrible ghost will never come back to life?
Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan suddenly realized something: No wonder she always felt that some steps were very familiar. Thinking carefully, her ancestor, Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, seemed to have had a similar experience!
It is said that Rasputin possessed magical powers beyond the reach of ordinary people. One year before the revolution, the princes and parliamentarians of the Tsarist Russia conspired to assassinate him, but it is said that the assassination process was very difficult - several people first seduced Rasputin and asked him to eat a cake mixed with a large amount of potassium cyanide and the same poisoned wine, but Rasputin did not react after eating.
The men who tried to murder peacefully looked at each other for a moment, then resorted to violence. The prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin, who fell to the ground, but soon got up and ran away. The congressman chased him and shot him three more times, one of which hit Rasputin's right eye, and finally brought down the murder target again.
But even so, Rasputin still did not die until nearly ten minutes after being thrown into the glacier. This "evil monk" did not like to take a bath during his lifetime, always saying 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.
...When Pu Siqinglan recalled this incident in the past, all he had in his mind was admiration for this miraculous ancestor and hatred for those who conspired to kill him.
But this time, Pu Siqinglan's focus was unconsciously placed on another place.
——As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how terrifying a person is, you can kill him.
And having a strong ability to survive does not mean having a strong attack power. Jiang Xia was killed by her twice, but he has not taken any action so far. Maybe it's not because he is kind, but because he can't kill people... Comparing the two sides, she 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 Siqinglan: "..." Rasputin died of drowning, but this experience cannot be replicated - Jiang Xia seems to be particularly afraid of water. The first time he passed by the boat, he was soaked in water. Not long ago, he was poisoned by potassium cyanide and thrown into the water, but he came up unscathed. So water cannot be used.
So how about the other way around, try burning with flames? And burying with a metal blade...
Pu Si Qinglan: “…” Come to think of it, why does Jiang Xia also have that kind of immortal physique?
She, the descendant, failed to inherit the magical powers of her ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually did... But he obviously does not have Rasputin's bloodline, and he is not afraid of water. Maybe Jiang Xia is the heir of another school of magical powers.
Maybe I was just suppressed to the extreme.
Now that she had someone to rely on, Pu Siqinglan felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.
In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she immediately thought of another thing, and a greedy light flashed in her eyes: If, if she could get the magical power of Jiang Xia, then she would be like the ancestor she admired most!
…
Next to him, Jiang Xia was still watching Inspector Megure's reasoning. At this moment, 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 bubble up and down, like a pot of soup that had been settled, the soup was rich, sweet and sour and fragrant.
"!" Jiang Xia was startled and instinctively wanted to turn around to look, and also wanted to grab it.
But before he took action, he thought of the third wave of murderous aura that almost killed him in the womb, so he stopped his action rationally and stood still, as if he hadn't noticed anything: "..." It's better not to look around. What if the murderous aura that he had finally developed disappears again?
As an experienced and mature psychic, at times like this, you have to act like an ordinary person with nothing but luck. This is the only way to last long...
While thinking, Jiang Xia forced himself to look straight ahead and focus on the unattractive Inspector Megure, keeping a calm mind.
Inspector Megure felt uneasy when he looked at him: Jiang Xia was rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, the notorious and brutal thief with countless deaths on his hands, had really sneaked onto this ship?
"Why would such an international thief suddenly appear here?" Inspector Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead. He still felt that the situation was very dreamy. In addition, he had some other questions. "But this still can't explain why the deceased's ring is in Mr. Nishino's room, and Mr. Nishino's pen is in the deceased's room."
Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking him a question, and said casually: "That's another matter."
Inspector Megure: “…” How come you become a riddle man after going out? Don’t learn bad things from those riddle man detectives!
He was a little tired and could only ask: "Tell me in detail?"
Jiang Xia was still a little absent-minded and seemed to be thinking about other things.
However, Conan heard what the inspector said and offered to help enthusiastically.
He turned to Secretary Nishino and said, "Uncle Nishino, you really don't know the deceased? I heard that you lived abroad for many years, and the deceased's uncle was a freelance photographer, and he also had many works shot abroad. Maybe you met him outside."
"Have you encountered this abroad?" Actually, Masato Nishino doesn't like to remember things that are not related to work.
But this time, the matter involved a homicide case, and even more unfortunate was that he himself was also regarded as a suspect.
Nishino Masato could only gamble on his innocence, pinching his forehead and trying to recall: "Overseas, photography, photography...ah, I remember! No wonder I always felt that he looked familiar!"
"Hmm?" Inspector Megure 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 passed by a village that had been burned. At that time, there was a little girl of four or five years old, wearing tattered pajamas, standing next to the ruins and crying..."
(End of this chapter)
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