Chapter 709: Risks of Former Leaders
The body search was finally over, and the ghosts' regretful sighs could be heard outside the window.
Jiang Xia actually felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have prepared more small weapons and armed the Matsuda brand puppet from head to toe. In this way, when Vodka took out one of the weapons, he would be startled. Then when he took out another one, he would be startled again... Maybe if time was wasted for a long time, not only would Vodka's murderous aura increase significantly, but Gin would also be able to have additional output.
…
After confirming that Situ was unarmed, Gin let him get into the car.
The vehicle left the open space by the river and drove to a factory a few kilometers away. It looked like a dilapidated chemical plant where Gin often destroyed corpses.
After the car started again.
Jiang Xia looked at the puppet of his subordinate sitting next to him, then looked at Gin in the front row, feeling a little hesitant.
It was then that Jiang Xia realized that he didn't have much interview experience - for part-time jobs he usually replaced Toru Amuro and went directly to the job, and for variety shows he was mostly introduced by Miss Yoko, and he just had to go through the formalities... The only relatively successful interview case was the time when he had deceived his way into the Amuro Detective Agency through Toru Amuro.
However, I am afraid that I cannot refer to that experience now...
Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then poked Matsuda Jinpei: [How about following the procedure and introducing yourself first?]
Communication between ghosts and psychics can be done through something like telepathy.
Matsuda Jinpei took his eyes off Gin, feeling that the young psychic master was too focused on the process and ignored a small problem: [They don't understand what I'm saying]
Jiang Xia actually planned to take advantage of the chaos to let his main body hang up, and he possessed himself and introduced himself.
But he thought about it and gave up. He couldn't be idle all night as the middleman. And if the fake person Xitu spoke fluently at times and remained silent at other times, it would be strange if the status switching was too fast.
Before I could figure out how to proceed with the interview, the interviewer spoke first.
Gin suddenly waved his cell phone towards the back seat.
After a closer look, he saw a piece of news on the interface - it was a report about a former circus director who was involved in a vendetta and was unfortunately killed by falling objects from a high altitude. However, it was not the one Jiang Xia sent him, but another report about the same case.
Although Gin is not a professional intelligence agent, he is good at everything as he has many jobs. When he receives this kind of intelligence, he is used to verifying it by drawing inferences from it and looking for other information himself.
Then I accidentally found a photo.
Reporters here always have the habit of publishing the cause of death of the deceased in the newspaper. Of course, this report also has it. Among the news that Gin found, there is a photo with the unfortunate deceased as the main figure and the onlookers in the distance as the background.
After zooming in, you can see that Xitu is actually among the onlookers - although his face is not visible, his natural curls are quite distinctive, and coupled with the same sunglasses frame, there is reason to guess that this is him.
Although there is no concrete evidence, organizations often do not need concrete evidence when doing things.
Gin put away his phone with a sneer, but he didn't speak to the newlyweds who were photographed, but turned to Jiang Xia:
"Your new 'weapon' is also involved in the murder plan against the circus leader, right? For example, it can lure people to a specific place and time... You dare to use something that has killed its master?"
Jiang Xia waved his hand indifferently: "It was the captain's own fault for his shortsightedness. He held the knife on the blade. How can he blame the knife for his broken hand? Besides, he didn't use legitimate means to tame his subordinates. It's like the elephant trainer in the old story, who tied the baby elephant with a thin iron chain, hoping that the baby elephant would form a mindset after many unsuccessful attempts to break free, and would still succumb to the thin chain when it grew up... Now the baby elephant has really grown up, and the elephant trainer's ability is still only enough to provide a thin iron chain. The adult elephant did not obey as he imagined, but broke free from the chain and trampled him to death - in terms of nature, this is not called lord homicide, this is not forgetting the original intention, which is worthy of praise."
Having said this, Jiang Xia's tone suddenly paused.
Then, as if realizing that he had let something slip, he looked out the window, cleared his throat, and calmly patched up his words:
"Of course, I'm just making an analogy. In fact, the captain's death can only be blamed on his bad luck, and the lord-killing is even more absurd. Xitu was his subordinate at the time, so it makes sense for him to appear near the crime scene. Maybe they had an appointment to go out and play games together that day... right?" He nudged Matsuda Jinpei next to him with his arm, as if he was dissatisfied with the silence of this subordinate, "Speak."
Matsuda Jinpei: “……?”
Do you really need him to speak? Do you have to mutter in a ghostly tone...
He looked at Jiang Xia once, then again, and was about to speak hesitantly. Perhaps Jiang Xia wanted him to speak like a mute to explain the situation...
But Jiang Xia seemed to see through his thoughts. Before he could speak, she suddenly raised her hand and pressed it on the side of his head, interrupting him.
…
Jiang Xia pressed the puppet's head, but his hand did not feel the usual cool touch of the puppet's skin. Instead, he touched something very plastic-like... No, to be precise, it was plastic.
——Maybe because it was stuffed in for a long time, the clay of the puppet moved slightly as the puppet kept moving. The blood bag that was placed in the middle of the brain was exposed. Fortunately, it was covered by the broken hair and was not very conspicuous.
But just now, when Gin turned around to show them the photo, he seemed to have noticed something. It was just that the light in the car was dim, and Gin might not have noticed that it was a blood bag, but thought it was a shadow on the hair, so he didn't say anything.
But later, when he got to a place with lighting, with Gin's strong desire to explore, once he remembered what had just happened, his attention would most likely shift here again.
"..." Jiang Xia held down the blood bag and secretly pushed it back, while continuing what he had just said as if he understood something, "I almost forgot, he doesn't seem to be in the speaking time period."
Vodka: “……?” There is a time limit for speaking? Could it be that he is mute… I let you feed me drugs at random. Such a pervert really doesn’t deserve to have a loyal tool!
Gin also frowned, feeling a little confused: What is the time period when you can't talk?
Jiang Xia saw their doubts, tapped the blood bag with his fingers, and explained: "He was injured here - it seems that he was out with someone before, and that person stepped on a landmine, and the broken leg bones flew out and hit his head."
As he spoke, Jiang Xia used a little force to pull the confused Matsuda Jinpei sitting next to him over and press him down. Then, as if commenting on the flaws of a weapon, he parted his hair and pointed at the area on his temple near his eye: "Look, there's still a scar." At the same time, he clicked his tongue in a critical tone, "Fortunately, the hair can cover it, otherwise it would be quite ugly."
(End of this chapter)
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