Chapter 1939-1947 [New Undercover]
Naoko Torimaru didn't expect that Jiang Xia actually knew all this, and could even say key words like "manipulation" and "drama".
Her hands trembled instantly, and a terrifying thought flashed through her mind: "...Who are you!?"
Could it be that Jiang Xia is the terrifying person behind the scenes?
Jiang Xia seemed to hear the complicated emotions in her words and laughed: "You actually mistook me for him. It seems that you know less than I thought."
Naoko Torimaru bit her lips tightly, her mind racing: "..." Indeed, although she said the word "drama", Jiang Xia described it as "boring and pathetic" - this does not seem to be an evaluation that a murder drama fan should have of herself.
Instead, it was more like...complaints from audiences who were forced to watch one show after another.
——More importantly, the ages don’t match.
The tragedy that happened to her started so long ago. If Jiang Xia really did all that, doesn't that mean the mastermind behind this "drama" was just an elementary school student?
This is ridiculous. Impossible. No way.
In short, all circumstances now point to one fact - Jiang Xia is not the planner, he just keenly sees through the truth behind these cases.
But even so, those few words just now overturned Naoko Torimaru's perception: "You actually know that there are people behind these cases?"
Jiang Xia leaned back in his chair and touched the spot where he had been pricked by the anesthetic needle. He seemed to regard her as that man's accomplice:
"All criminals are equally arrogant and stupid. Just because I don't speak out because I have no evidence doesn't mean I'm unaware of everything. Do you think your actions are very covert? Those malicious webs of crime are like ink lines on a snow-white wall. They are clear to the detective's eyes and cannot be escaped. Even if the lines break with a slight pull, I will find your lair sooner or later. By then, it will be you and your... hm?"
Jiang Xia seemed to realize something belatedly: "You created such a complicated case and successfully escaped while being sent to the police. I thought this was a small surrender of yours, but now it seems that you don't seem to be very loyal."
Naoko Torimaru's mind was in a mess. Perhaps it was Jiang Xia's equally literary words that resonated with her. Naoko Torimaru thought she was a lonely puppet, but she didn't expect that outside the stage, there were audiences who saw through the threads hanging over their heads and were ready to overturn the stage at any time.
She suddenly felt like she was trekking in the wilderness and suddenly met an ally.
Torimaru Naoko blurted out: "What if one day, when you find enough evidence, you can really bring him to justice?"
"Of course." Jiang Xia said bluntly, "In addition to him, it also includes you and your pitiful and hateful companions."
Naoko Torimaru heard her heart beating violently, as if a dying person had found a straw.
"I can help you." She heard her own voice. The voice of a young woman was no longer as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Instead, it seemed to have found the meaning of life and came alive:
"I can't stand being in the police jail, and I can't stand being seemingly free but having my body and mind become someone else's puppet. Compared to that, I would rather go to the end I set for myself - if I am still alive after today, as long as I have a breath left, I will provide you with all the news I know."
Jiang Xia seemed a little surprised, and after a few seconds he said, "I don't mind having another ally, but..."
Naoko Torimaru's heart was in suspense as she heard the turn in his words.
She held her breath and waited for what would happen next, guessing that Jiang Xia might be disgusted with a villain like her who had taken lives and didn't want to be associated with her.
However, the next moment, Jiang Xia did not move his mouth, but took action - he grabbed Torimaru Naoko's arm, pulled and swung it skillfully, and Torimaru Naoko instantly lost weight, flipped over the back of the bench, and fell next to Jiang Xia.
Almost at the same time, a football flew past where she had just stood and hit the tree behind her with a thud. Then, in front of Naoko Torimaru's shocked gaze, the waist-thick tree suddenly broke in half with a snap as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer.
Torimaru Naoko: "..." Football?! Where did the football come from! This thing is too powerful!
"Go now." Jiang Xia's voice came from the side, pulling her back from shock. "I am very interested in the cooperation you proposed, but you are too weak now to be a helper of justice."
After saying that, he let go of her hand, as if releasing a bird he had picked up into the forest: "For the sake of victory, I am sometimes not so bright. If you have really made up your mind, then try to adapt to the current situation. I believe that one day you will grow into a strong enough eagle under that person's command - light will surely come, and victory is on our side. But before that, you must first survive."
Naoko Torimaru came to her senses, nodded vigorously, and suddenly took out a smoke bomb from somewhere, threw it on the ground, turned around and ran away.
Jiang Xia silently covered his mouth and nose: "..." Where did the smoke bomb come from? Speaking of which, the gun she was holding was actually a real gun, but it was not loaded with bullets... Torimaru Naoko's life on the run was quite comfortable, and he wanted to try it.
Soon, the smoke cleared and the woman disappeared.
There was another person in front of Jiang Xia.
Conan ran across the street, holding the precious book he just bought. "What happened just now? Which way did that woman run to?"
"..." Jiang Xia looked at the detective book in his arms and knew that Conan was back from shopping. He was so late but still managed to catch up with the fun. He was worthy of being this good thing... this troubled neighbor.
He coughed a few times and raised his hand to fan away the smoke: "This smoke is so thick, I can't see clearly."
Conan didn't believe that he couldn't tell the difference, and frowned, "Did you let her go on purpose? I always feel that the woman looks like the wanted criminal who escaped not long ago."
"It is indeed her." Jiang Xia sighed, "It is easy to catch her, but in that case, what about Takamori Masumi who is caught by her? The police cannot torture him to extract a confession. What if that unlucky guy who was easily deceived starves to death in a corner?"
Conan thought of Masumi Takamori who had also been missing, and sighed.
Thinking of Jiang Xia's even beating of the prisoners, Conan knew that this childhood friend had some different ideas from his own. Now that the people have run away, there is no point in arguing about right and wrong.
Conan had no choice but to ask about another thing: "By the way, I saw her pointing a gun at you but she never shot. What exactly was she doing here?"
(End of this chapter)
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