Chapter 698 Paid Too Much
Fortunately, as long as you prepare in advance, this kind of trouble is not difficult to avoid. For example, Jiang Xia's current Plan A - just add a health pack to Matsuda Jinpei to ensure that normal things will come out when he shoots at it.
Gin seems to have the habit of manually clearing his memory. After killing someone, this busy organization cadre will immediately clear the relevant information of the dead person from his mind.
Therefore, as long as he is not discovered to be wrong on the spot, even if he is "dead", Matsuda Puppet still has a chance, such as changing his clothes, sneaking into the organization as an outer member, and then coming to help Uzo when the time is right... It just so happens that the organization seems to be very welcoming to newcomers, and even recruits a bunch of undercover agents without hesitation.
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Manipulating clay puppets is actually more like an activity that relies on intuition and body memory rather than detailed analysis and calculation.
Just like when you are exercising, you usually have some random thoughts.
Jiang Xia was now daydreaming while carefully adjusting the movement of the clay puppet.
However, it turns out that multitasking is not a good habit when doing precision work.
——After a few seconds, Jiang Xia suddenly heard a very slight "pop" sound.
Immediately afterwards, blood began to flow out of Jinpei Matsuda's mouth - the blood bag was halfway stuffed in and was broken by the overly solid clay.
Jinpei Matsuda had a calm and numb look on his face, using the Buddhist method of "emptying himself" to resist the strange feeling when the blood packs were released.
He came back to his senses when he found that the blood bag had broken. After a moment of shock, he immediately shut up and covered his mouth with his hand, wiping off the blood that had crossed the corner of his mouth - Jiang Xia had recently replaced the fabric sofa, and the fake blood was particularly difficult to wash off. Although Jiang Xia was not the kind of strict owner who would withhold the mint because the puppet broke his beloved furniture, this somewhat sinister psychic could definitely do things like "add a little disinfectant smell to the alcohol smell" or "add a little formalin smell to the coffee smell" before feeding... The mermaid and Xiaobai had been forced to demonstrate this to them many times, and Matsuda Jinpei didn't want to try it himself.
Jiang Xia was also stunned by the sudden rupture of the blood clot.
After coming to his senses, he sighed and pointed to the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
After Matsuda Jinpei walked in and stood on the smooth floral ceramic tiles, Jiang Xia snapped his fingers and dispersed the puppets.
The figure in black disappeared, leaving only the blood in the blood bag hanging in the air. A few tenths of a second later, it fell down, splashing onto the ground without a drop, and then Jiang Xia picked up the spray nozzle and washed it away.
At the same time, the illusory clay pile, the clean Matsuda Jinpei, soon reappeared next to the sofa.
Jiang Xia looked back and nodded with satisfaction. The vest was very good in that it was not afraid of getting dirty and could be cleaned with one click.
He walked to the cabinet, opened the door, and took out a new blood bag.
Just as he was about to go back, he thought for a moment and put the blood bag back into the box. Then he hugged the entire box, walked to the sofa, and placed it in front of Matsuda Jinpei:
"It may be that the clay was too hard just now. I took back some of the shikigami and tried again."
“…”
Matsuda Jinpei shuddered slightly, lowered his eyes, and instinctively counted the number of blood packs neatly stacked in the box.
After a moment, he recalled the feeling of his brain being invaded by a soft blood bag. If he were still a human, he would be sweating like a waterfall... Well, he is no longer a human. It is not a big deal to have some water in your brain, and the same is true for blood.
Thinking of this, under the urging of Jiang Xia's gaze, the calm Officer Matsuda bent down reluctantly, picked up a blood bag reluctantly... and continued to stuff it into his brain.
More than ten minutes later.
The position of the blood bag slowly became fixed. Jiang Xia stopped controlling the clay puppet and looked at Matsuda Jinpei carefully.
It was found that at least from the outside, the blood clot was completely hidden. It did not cause any subtle consequences such as "bulge in the back of the head", "big head", "strange things can be seen through the pupils", etc.
According to the little feedback from the puppet clay, at this moment, the blood bag was quietly lying in Matsuda Jinpei's brain. Although it was under tremendous pressure from all directions, it was not squeezed to pieces. Only when the movement range became larger, it seemed that the sound of gurgling water could be heard.
...Hmm? The sound of water?
“…”
Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment and then figured it out: It doesn't matter, it's not a big problem, just let Matsuda Jinpei carry a water cup with him when the time comes.
He stood up, let go of the hard-working puppet, and was about to give it a few words of praise and hand it a mint as a reward.
But he found that Matsuda Jin was sitting flat on the sofa, and his whole body...his whole body was in a completely still state. If Jiang Xia hadn't pulled him to check on him just now, he might not have moved at all.
"……?"
Jiang Xia looked at him with some confusion, raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, feeling like an unlicensed doctor who had just performed a dangerous operation in a black workshop, and asked uncertainly: "How do you feel? Can you see? Are you conscious? Can you control your actions?"
Jiang Xia did not personally possess the puppet and conduct this experiment.
If he does it himself, the result will be less rigorous.
When introducing Jinpei Matsuda, the fake Usa, to Gin, Jiang Xia's real body must speak and move. So at that time, the one who opens the puppet must be Jinpei Matsuda.
However, Jiang Xia and the ghost fetuses are essentially different. Just because Jiang Xia can swallow the blood bag when driving the puppet does not mean that he can swallow it when the Matsuda formation is open, so the ghost in question must try it himself.
Yes, it's just for the sake of rigor, and has nothing to do with not wanting to fill my head with water...
"Hiding a blood bag in the puppet clay" sounds like an easy task. But it's not that simple. If you have to make an analogy, it's more like stuffing a blood bag into a pile of baked, hardened clay; or a drop of water falling on a smooth table, which should have spread into a circle due to surface tension, but now has to fill in a blank triangle - the puppet has already stabilized its shape when it was formed. It's still possible to support a short-term change in shape, but it's very troublesome to store items for a long time like today.
Jiang Xia wasn't quite sure what the puppet was feeling right now.
He only knew that once the blood bag was put in, the rate at which the murderous aura was consumed increased visibly. It seemed that the puppet was also suffering from the water in its brain.
After hearing Jiang Xia's series of questions, Jinpei Matsuda gradually thawed from his petrified state.
He raised his hand, groped and pressed the skin near the blood clot, and then slowly shook his head.
This experiment can actually be considered a success.
Because at present, it seems that this blood bag has no effect on movement and vision, and of course it will not cause pain. After all, puppets have no pain nerves.
The only problem is...
The clattering sound was too loud.
The sound of water that Jiang Xia heard seemed to be magnified countless times in Matsuda Jinpei's senses. He could clearly hear the sound of liquid flowing through his head, like a gurgling stream. This was really curious for a ghost that had not completely forgotten his human identity.
However, this has nothing to do with the question Jiang Xia asked just now. The calm adult policeman ghost did not want to admit that his condition would be affected by a mere blood flow to the brain.
He tried his best to adapt to the liquid rushing in his brain and picked up the sunglasses next to him and put them on.
Thinking of Jiang Xia's questions, he nodded four times in turn: I feel good, I can see, I am conscious, and I can move.
(End of this chapter)
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