Chapter 1611:1619 [Fierce Battle in the Air]
At this time, on the rooftop of a building nearly a hundred meters away.
Upstairs and downstairs, two completely different atmospheres.
Although Conan fell down the building, his falling speed was very slow. At the moment of falling, he consciously spread his limbs to increase resistance and try to slow down his fall.
The gravity of this world is always particularly tolerant of him.
And his luck was apparently very good. The night wind blew along the building from the bottom to the top, and this light son of the world was actually falling at a slow and constant speed. People who witnessed it couldn't help but wonder that he would not die even if he fell straight to the bottom of the building, just like an ant thrown from a tall building.
The magical time gained in this way gives Conan more room to maneuver.
Conan fluttered in the air and turned over, facing up on his back.
Above, Kidd also jumped down as expected. This thief controlled the glider behind him and used a wonderful technique to increase his dive speed, and the distance between the two people quickly closed.
Soon, the anesthetic needle reached its optimal range.
Conan had already strangled his conscience the moment he jumped down. Now turning around and seeing Kidd approaching, he raised his hand and gave him an anesthetic needle.
“?!”
When Kidd saw Conan raise his wrist, he felt something was wrong. He turned over suddenly, and the cape that hardened into a glider took him around in the air for a few circles, and the distance between them was further increased.
Kidd controlled the hang glider and turned to look at Conan, somewhat bewildered: "…" This kid is really desperate, he's almost broken into pieces, and he's still thinking about catching the thief? He doesn't want to die with a detective.
Just as he was thinking about it, the next moment, Conan, who had failed, let out a regretful "tsk", then turned his body, faced downwards again, and pulled the switch of the backpack hard.
With a light "bang", the backpack behind him split in two, and the parachute inside popped out and opened in the night sky. Conan's already slow falling trend immediately stopped, and the two people relied on their respective suspension devices to confront each other in the air.
The scene looks very lively.
On the rooftop terrace, Jiang Xia leaned against the railing, holding his chin and looking at the two people floating downstairs who seemed to be fighting in the air. He felt a little itchy.
He touched his empty back with his backhand, regretting that he hadn't brought a parachute with him. The situation now was like arriving at the beach, and his companions took out their swimming trunks and jumped into the sea, and he realized that he had not prepared anything.
Jiang Xia: "..." Hmm? Wait, if that's the case, then it's not like I'm completely unprepared.
He turned his gaze and looked at the Mist Tengu floating beside him, and remembered something.
Soon, Jiang Xia felt in his pocket and took out a box of ghost mint.
He knocked on the half-empty cigarette box, reached into the deepest corner with two fingers, and pulled out a completely sealed cigarette.
This was a long time ago... Ahem, this was the wonderful white mist that was generated after Noah ran that energy-consuming holographic game a few weeks ago.
By recycling this thing, melting it into cigarettes, and using it with monsters and ghosts, you can create a new kind of cigarette with amazing functions.
Jiang Xia put away the cigarette box, unsealed the cigarette, took out the ordinary-looking cigarette and lit it. At the same time, he picked up the Mist Tengu and put it close to the cigarette.
Just like a special stamp, the next moment, the appearance of the cigarette suddenly changed. Its color changed from ordinary paper cigarette to pure black, and there were some light gold lines on the cigarette butt, and a few strokes of the lines outlined a pair of folded wings.
This new cigarette, printed with Mist Tengu, can condense into a pair of wings of the same style behind the smoker after being lit and inhaled.
The wings that Jiang Xia usually built with puppet clay were just decorations and could not be used for flying.
But the wings brought by this smoke are different - just like Conan can eliminate the acceleration of gravity by stretching his limbs, these wings, which are only slightly larger than a human when unfolded, can also easily allow a person to fly in the air.
Jiang Xia picked up the cigarette he had just lit, took a puff, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.
The ghost mint he usually carried with him only had a light plant aroma when lit. But this kind of cigarette now had a stronger smell, like a bunch of feathers on fire, and a burnt smell came to his face.
Fortunately, its magical effect allowed Jiang Xia to barely tolerate this strange taste.
…
A cigarette can last nearly twenty minutes. If you want to go down and participate in the aerial chase, it won't take that long.
Jiang Xia took only two puffs before pressing the lighter again, and the flame moved horizontally, allowing the remaining cigarette to burn.
——According to his experience, once this kind of cigarette is lit, it cannot be extinguished.
Fortunately, the combustion products will not be wasted. The smoke that is not inhaled by people will automatically condense into an air ball. You can fold the air ball and carry it with you. When you need it, you can take a bite of it and it will grow wings.
There used to be a big group in Jiangxia, but it was gone without me noticing, so now I have to order a new one.
…
The cigarette quickly burned out completely, and a misty ball of white smoke appeared in Jiang Xia's hand.
He crumpled the thing into his pocket, picked up the rapidly burning cigarette butt, and raised his hand to hold the railing.
He had unknowingly spread out a pair of dark wings behind him, the shape of which looked exactly like the pair of wings of Mist Tengu. Jiang Xia leaned against the railing, flipped down, folded his wings behind him, and swooped down towards the two people floating in the air like a dark shadow.
Then when he was almost there, he flapped his wings silently, quietly adjusted his direction, and went around behind Conan.
The light on this floor was dim, and the black wings were not very conspicuous in the night. Even if someone downstairs was bored and looked up, it would be difficult to see any clues, let alone recognize who the person with wings was.
Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, even if someone really saw it, they could say it was a magic trick. After all, it was well known that Kidd was a magician who was delayed by a thief.
…
Slightly lower in the air.
Kidd looked at the parachute above Conan's head, and belatedly remembered that the mini detective had been carrying this bag tonight: "..." This guy was actually prepared in advance. It seems that he even fell down on purpose. He has no moral principles! Detectives are really no good!
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a dark shadow falling from the sky and landing behind Conan. Conan was busy adjusting his parachute and seemed to be unaware of it.
Kidd caught a glimpse of this, became alert, and wanted to give a warning.
But before he could open his mouth, the figure suddenly spread its wings, hovered behind Conan, and stabbed him with a needle, knocking him unconscious.
Jiang Xia was flying in the air, looking at the parachute lines in front of him that were almost entangled with his wings, and he casually took out a knife.
A cold light flashed like a crescent moon, and all the troublesome ropes were cut. The parachute flew away, and Jiang Xia picked Conan out of the ball of ropes and held him in his hand.
(End of this chapter)
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