Chapter 1395 1403 [The Psychic Medium Will Never Get Knife-cut]
Next to him, Jiang Xia didn't know how many officials would suffer from Conan's murder in the future. He only knew that someone seemed to want to harm him now.
Gin's words had a valid point, and it seemed unorganized to refuse forcefully.
So Jiang Xia did not emphasize again that a gun was not needed, but just shouted along the pattern: - Jinpei Matsuda!
“…”
Jinpei Matsuda, who was diligently placing the bomb, froze slightly.
After a moment, he silently paused his work, returned to the other three people, resigned himself to standing in front of Jiang Xia, blocking Gin's gun, looking as if he was concentrating on fulfilling his guard duties.
Gin looked at this subordinate of Uzo who was said to have had his brain injured, and frowned impatiently: "Get out of the way, this is part of the plan."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." I know, but the psychic master seems to want me to pretend I don't know...
He had no choice but to pretend he hadn't heard it, keeping his expression unchanged and not moving his feet.
During the few seconds of delay, Jiang Xia had already thought of something. He looked at Gin with a condemning look: "Who said that you can't escape only if you've been shot? You've used guns too much and formed a bad mindset. A normal person should think like this - I was just hit by her anesthetic and couldn't walk too far anyway. Your re-shooting was just a waste of time."
"..." After a moment's confrontation, Gin clicked his tongue and temporarily gave up his previous plan: if he refused to cooperate, there would be no way. If Uzo dodged and was shot in the heart, not only would this good seedling be ruined, but it would also be difficult to explain to the boss. By then, he might have to face more than just a short period of rest.
and……
Gin's eyes swept over the bomb in Matsuda Jinpei's hand, a vein popped out on his forehead, and he snorted coldly: This guy really has no brains, he doesn't even think about the consequences of if the gun hits the bomb.
"Since you have your own ideas, then handle it your way." Gin finally put away his gun, looked at Jiang Xia and sneered, "Remember, if you are exposed, you will appear on our list of people to be killed at any time."
"Why aren't you on my list of people to be killed?" Jiang Xia said, and while the smell of alcohol and murderous aura were fresh and fluffy, he let the ghost grab a few clumps of them.
Then he waved his hand and sent them away: "Okay, go ahead, I know how to handle this."
The two men in black got into the car and left with some concerns.
Wait until the truck they were driving disappears around the corner.
Jiang Xia looked down at the muzzle of the gun on his arm, feeling that he hadn't used enough murderous aura. "It seems that we can't just use the change in murderous aura as the criterion for judging an attack. After all, some people may have a different concept of 'attack'... Tsk, that's too ruthless."
Matsuda Jinpei also took a closer look and thought: [This level of injury...]
Jiang Xia was startled, and said with a hint of alertness: "Is he going to need stitches?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." You seem to have some misunderstanding about your own physique.
He said tactfully: [This level of injury will probably heal after a good night's sleep. If you don't like the pain, you can sleep now. I'll keep the bombs away from here. They'll come in to pick you up anyway, so you don't have to run by yourself.]
"..." Jiang Xia put down his sleeves as if nothing had happened. "It's not that I feel pain, I'm just worried that it will affect the important actions that will follow."
After a pause, he felt something was wrong and regained his composure, "Isn't it normal for people to avoid pain? I'm not a masochist, why would I get hurt if I can avoid it?"
Matsuda Jinpei nodded in agreement: "..." Normal organization members should have some resistance to pain, but it is normal for mediums to be like this. After all, when they are sick or injured, they can slip out of the shell and stay in the puppet, and go back when their bodies are no longer uncomfortable. It makes me quite envious to think about it this way.
...Hmm? Now that I've become a ghost, I don't even have a body, so I seem to enjoy similar treatment.
Jinpei Matsuda touched his chin, feeling a little complicated.
"Okay, get to work. Pu Siqinglan has a history of blowing up underground passages and setting fire to castles. Remember to imitate the style as closely as possible." Jiang Xia patted him, reminding him to hurry up and continue to install the bomb, "I'll find a place to lie down."
Jiang Xia finally chose a corner near the light well.
After thinking for a while, he took out a tube of anesthetic from his pocket.
Normally he would secretly carry a few tubes with him - although the "Famous Detective Jiang Xia" did not use this kind of thing, the anonymous people did.
He looked at his arm which had been in so much trouble today, and carefully looked through the fabric on his clothes. He found the small hole that had been pierced by Skoubing in the underground passage just now, and injected some medicine into himself along that spot.
Several ghosts lay beside him, looking at the syringe which had only one tenth of the liquid left: "..."
Jiang Xia confidently hid the syringe again: "Just poke a hole for your own good. If you hit me too much, I will really fall asleep - if I fall asleep, how can you open the puppet?"
Kiri Tengu nodded in sudden realization: So that's how it is, that's really thoughtful.
"..." The mermaid slapped its tail and couldn't help showing an angry look at it.
Jiang Xia ignored the minor disagreements between the ghosts. He sat on the ground, looking up at the structure of the underground garage, thinking about the murderous aura and shikigami gift packs he would receive when he met Shi Kaobing again tomorrow.
…
All preparations have been made, and Jiang Xia begins to wait quietly for the explosion to take place.
Although the place where he destroyed the transmitter was a few blocks away from here, with Conan and Kid's amazing reasoning ability, it shouldn't be difficult to find it, and the reasoning process wouldn't take too long.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone suddenly vibrated and I received an email.
Jiang Xia was stunned: ...Huh? Yes, how could I forget about this.
He took out his cell phone and turned it on. He found that detectives were much more flexible than he had imagined.
——This time, Conan did not rely on deduction alone, but sent a message directly. He tried: [Where are you?]
Jiang Xia: “…”
...Pusi Qinglan was still not professional enough and didn't even take away his phone. When he was still an outsider, Vodka knew that he had to hand over his phone before getting in the car.
But it was a good thing, he could stay surrounded by Rasputin for a while longer. The sculptures next to him were really eye-catching, no wonder Gin strongly suggested blowing them up.
Jiang Xia held his chin up and stared at the phone, thinking for a while, and waited for a while, pretending that his position had been exposed by the vibration of the phone just now, and was taking time to move and deal with the gunman Pu Siqinglan - although Shi Kaobing and her collection had been packed and loaded onto a truck and were heading to the organization's base, Conan and the others didn't know. There were many large trucks passing by here every day, so it was easy to get confused, so it wasn't a big problem.
(End of this chapter)
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