Chapter 348: Being a detective requires respecting the elderly and loving the young. Please give me a monthly ticket (ω｀)
Thinking of this, Pisk hurried back, worried that if he walked too slowly, the drunk Performance No. 2 would leave first.
After the silver-haired old man walked away, a figure came to the locked wine cellar and reached for the door lock.
With a slight click, the lock spring flickered and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Xia drove the puppet, walked into the door silently, and then locked the door again with a white key of strange texture.
After picking up many Shikigami, the hardness and fineness of the puppet clay have been greatly improved compared to the original, and Jiang Xia no longer has to worry about the problem of slow lock picking.
After locking the door, he casually threw away the makeshift door-opening tools, then walked a few steps to the cardboard box with the cleaner's clothes on it and threw something into it.
After that, he looked at the cabinet next to him, found a suitable and hidden place, stuffed the puppet in and left it alone.
Consciousness temporarily returns to the body.
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In the banquet hall.
Jiang Xia stood by the window and opened his eyes.
The main body had just been facing the window, staring at the deep night outside, pretending to be in a trance, but actually AFK - due to the chaos in the corridor outside, he was able to stay here undisturbed for quite a while.
Now that he has regained consciousness, Jiang Xia is about to go to the corridor to see what's going on.
However, at this moment, through the dark mirror-like window in front of him, he saw a familiar figure approaching from behind him.
Their eyes met in the "black mirror" and Pisk smiled like a kind old man.
Jiang Xia turned around and looked at him with some confusion.
As he approached, Pisk had already quietly slumped his shoulders a little, making himself look older and less threatening than usual.
He noticed from the corner of his eye that no one was paying attention to this side, and he was secretly happy, but with a vicissitudes of life on his face he said nervously:
"Young man, do you know where the dressing room of this hotel is? My granddaughter accidentally spilled wine on her skirt just now. She said she wanted to change, but she hasn't come back yet."
As Jiang Xia listened, he looked Pisk up and down subtly.
Even though someone had just been killed, this bottle of old wine already exuded some murderous aura.
Now think about Pisco coming over to talk to me out of nowhere...
Jiang Xia had a vague understanding.
He nodded immediately, revealing a faint, angelic smile that resembled Mao Lilan's: "Don't worry, the security here is good, nothing should happen - I know the location of the locker room, come with me."
As he spoke, he walked towards the side door, quietly led Pisk out of the banquet hall, and headed towards the empty rooms deep in the corridor.
The two of them walked through the side door one after the other.
At the same time, at the main entrance of the banquet hall a few dozen meters away, Sato Miwako was stunned looking at the backs of the two people.
…
The deeper into the corridor they went, the more murderous aura Pisk exuded.
Jiang Xia noticed this and realized that he had guessed correctly - perhaps the message sent by Gin just now caused Pisco to misunderstand, and he seemed to regard "Jiang Xia" as an enemy.
...That's great.
As a member of the organization, he couldn't just attack Pisk for no reason.
But if it was Pisk who attacked first, it would be very reasonable for him to instinctively defend himself and hit him a few times.
After these hits, a qualified and cautious member of the organization should think: teammates suddenly attack me for no reason in a place with many policemen... This situation may occur because the teammate is actually an undercover or a traitor, and he wants to cooperate with the police around him to harm me.
In this case, wouldn't it be more reasonable to drag Pisk to a deserted place, beat him up a few more times, and torture him to find out his true purpose...
Jiang Xia quickly took Piske through the corridor, turned a corner, and came to an empty locker room.
In order to reassure Pisk, he knocked on the door a few times and waited politely for the "granddaughter" inside to open it herself.
Pisk listened attentively to the occasional footsteps in the corridor, and like a grandfather worried about his granddaughter, he urged anxiously, "Let's go in and take a look."
This behavior of not opening the door yourself but letting a strange man open the door of your granddaughter's fitting room is actually a bit inappropriate when you think about it carefully.
But Jiang Xia tolerantly ignored this because of his murderous aura.
He turned the doorknob and stepped into the house.
Pisk looked at this naive young man who took the elderly lightly, a sneer appeared on his lips, and there was also a hint of pride as an experienced elder.
He straightened his back again, regaining the appearance of a strong organizational cadre. At the same time, he strode into the house and struck Jiang Xia on the back of the neck with his palm, intending to knock him unconscious and then take him to the wine cellar to deal with him together with Shirley.
However, the actual situation was slightly different from his perfect script.
——When he was about to hit, the detective in front of him tilted his body strangely, avoiding his hand. At the same time, he reached back and grabbed Pisk's collar very skillfully.
Pisk was stunned.
Before he had time to think, he had already flown into the air like a sack. Like countless other criminal predecessors, he drew the same trajectory in the air, made the same noise on the ground, and let out the same scream.
...The only advantage was that, compared to some other criminals who knew nothing about fighting, Piske had received some professional training. He protected his vital parts in time and was not knocked unconscious by the first fall.
But the situation did not get better.
In fact, after a few seconds, Pisk had a vague illusion that not falling unconscious was not an advantage, but a disadvantage.
——As he fell to the ground, he felt Jiang Xia loosen his collar. However, before he could get up, someone stepped on his back firmly. Then he heard a "click" sound of something stretching out.
Pisk looked through the gap between his arms as he protected his face, and saw Jiang Xia locking the door while pulling out a pitch-black baton from somewhere.
Pisk looked at this smooth and flowing movement: "..."
...That's not right. He had checked it out when he was free in the banquet hall before - Jiang Xia didn't have any certificates in karate, judo, taekwondo or the like. His resume made him look more like a detective who was not good at fighting but was good at brain power. This also fits Jiang Xia's external image.
Shouldn't this kind of person be knocked down with a slap when facing an attack from behind? ! Why...
Bang--
Pisk screamed, his chaotic thoughts interrupted by the severe pain in his body.
He rolled on the ground, trying to get away, but the baton kept hitting him at a speed denser than a rainstorm and heavier than thunder... How dare this detective beat an old man in his seventies like this! Pisk's sense of confusion was gradually driven away by the pain, and he began to feel angry and a little scared.
He, he wouldn't die here in such a ridiculous way. I heard that when people are drunk, their rationality decreases, and it is difficult to control the severity of their attacks. It is not uncommon for people to die in drunken fights...
At this moment, thinking about the email that Gin had sent before, Piske suddenly felt that he understood what Gin meant.
But at the same time, it is inevitable to vent your anger on others.
——If Gin had not said a general statement of "Don't mess with him", but had made it clear that "He is good at fighting so don't mess with him", then he would not have fallen into this situation with his firearms - as a financial tycoon, he is legally qualified to own a gun, and he just happens to have a gun on him!
When Pisk thought of this, he suddenly grasped a glimmer of hope for survival.
Although this might lead to him being the focus of the police, it was better than being beaten to death by a drunk detective for no apparent reason...
He struggled to reach into his gun pocket.
But before he could grasp the handle of the gun, there was a sudden burst of rapid knocking sounds at the locked door.
Someone outside the door called out hesitantly: "...Jiang Xia?"
The baton that was constantly whipping Pisk suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Pisk heard Jiang Xia sigh with regret.
This gap allowed Pisk to calm down a little. He didn't care about being reserved and took a deep breath: "Help...!"
Just as he let out a breath, Jiang Xia suddenly squatted down and pinched his mouth.
This action also revealed an eerie skillfulness.
Pisk: “!!!”
Countless cases flashed through his mind, all of which were innocent souls who tried to call for help when they were being beaten, but were strangled to death or suffocated to death by the panicked criminals.
…Gin! Gin! Vodka, and that other member!! Why aren’t you here yet!!
I was misled by my stupid teammates!!
Feeling the reduced air, Pisk's face turned green, and his eyes were filled with a trace of panic of being on the verge of death. Even the oldest people are afraid of death, not to mention that he is only seventy. If possible, he would even want to live another seven hundred years!
However, what happened next was not quite what Pisk had expected.
Jiang Xia didn't keep him covered until he died.
Instead, he lifted him up from the ground and quickly and swiftly slapped away the faint footprints on his back.
Afterwards, Pisk saw the detective silently fold the special baton back to its original shape and put it in his pocket, then walk up to the locked locker room door as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Xia glanced outside the door and seemed a little surprised: "Officer Sato?"
Miwako Sato didn't say anything, but tilted her head slightly, and looked into the room with a suspicious look over Jiang Xia's shoulder.
I saw an old man with white hair squatting in the room, slightly bent over, with a distorted face.
This hotel has good soundproofing. Even after Sato Miwako followed over and listened through the door for a while, she still couldn't be sure what was happening in the room.
But now, seeing the appearance of the old man inside, she suddenly realized something - it must be Jiang Xia who was secretly beating people behind the police's back again.
This is of course not legal, but after condemning it, Sato Miwako couldn't help but think: Jiang Xia would not do such a thing for no reason. Previous experience has proved that every time, he beat up criminals who were very dangerous... Could it be that Jiang Xia has found the real murderer who killed the congressman? The real murderer is this old man? !
Miwako Sato's eyes became serious and she was about to ask in detail.
But at this moment, the old man in the room stood up straight with a stern face, and he didn't seem to have much inconvenience in moving.
Officer Sato hesitated again.
This kind of behavior is completely different from those criminals in the past who could only be dragged away by the police, or would immediately rush to the police with tears in their eyes when they saw the police... Was it because the time was too short and Jiang Xia didn't have time to beat the man to that degree, or did she actually misunderstand?
Sato Miwako turned her gaze to Jiang Xia: "What's going on?"
Jiang Xia secretly straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves: "Just now this old man asked me where the dressing room is, so I took him over to have a look."
“…” Officer Sato looked at Pisk’s ugly expression and didn’t quite believe it.
She leaned over to Jiang Xia and whispered to confirm: "Didn't you hit anyone?"
Jiang Xia said "Hmm?" and looked at her blankly, as if to say "I don't understand what you are saying".
Officer Sato suspected he was playing dumb.
But after looking carefully, he felt that Jiang Xia seemed very innocent, so he became confused and didn't know whether he should believe it or not.
At this moment, Pisk happened to stand up.
Sato was startled, and turned to him a little nervously: "Are you okay?"
"..." Piske wanted to beat Jiang Xia up in the same way, but he showed a stiff smile on his face, "It's okay, I just asked him to help show me the way."
...From the conversation between the two people just now, he heard that the woman at the door was a police officer.
Jiang Xia probably sobered up after beating someone up, and didn't dare tell the police about the beating, trying to get away with it.
If it were any other time, Pisk would definitely send this bastard who disregarded the law and beat up an old man to jail.
But now, once he accuses Jiang Xia of beating him, at his current age, even if he escapes being recorded, the police who are worried about him will send him to the hospital and even assign someone to take care of him.
But now, Pisco had no time to waste on such things - Jiang Xia could be dealt with later, but the shrunken version of Shirley in the wine cellar could not be delayed for too long. Pisco had just experienced a beating from society, and now he had a tendency to be persecuted. He just wanted to take Shirley away as soon as possible to prevent any accidents.
After hearing Piske's answer, Officer Sato was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that his statement was the same as Jiang Xia's... Did Jiang Xia really not hit anyone this time?
She couldn't help but confirm with Piske: "Are you really okay?"
Pisk maintained his upper-class image and nodded modestly.
Because of this action, his back hurt a few times.
Pisk's eyes twitched slightly, but he forced himself to hold it back and planned to bypass Sato and leave.
The policewoman still stopped him: "Don't you need to go to the hospital?"
Pisco patiently said, "No need." He just wanted to leave quickly, go back to the wine cellar to watch over Shirley and wait patiently for his companions to pick him up.
"That's good." Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out her hand again to stop Pisk who wanted to leave, and showed a professional smile: "Then please follow me - I need your cooperation in investigating something."
"..." Piske, who just wanted to get away as soon as possible, "???"
…
Conan and Haibara Ai are both candidates for persecution mania. When he discovered that his friend was missing, he quickly thought of the worst-case scenario - Haibara Ai was captured by the Black Organization.
He immediately called Inspector Megure in Kudo Shinichi's voice and asked the police to arrest those who were given purple handkerchiefs according to the registration list at the front desk.
According to Conan's reasoning, the assassin sent by the Black Organization, the person most likely to capture Haibara Ai, is most likely among these seven...six people.
(End of this chapter)
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