Chapter 729 Car Accident Scene
Jiang Xia filled the motorcycle with gas and held a brief "pre-war meeting" with Conan, which seemed necessary but was actually useless, in order to give "Uzo" time who was rushing towards the "car accident" site.
When he felt it was about time, he threw a spare helmet to Conan. The two of them got on their motorcycles and headed to the location of the social gathering.
The social gathering didn’t actually start that early.
But according to Conan's idea, it would be better not to hold this so-called social gathering. He secretly prayed that he could find an excuse to stop Mouri Ran outside the door.
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At this time, the rush hour has passed and there are not many people on the road.
"Well, actually I don't want to hinder her from making normal friends..." Conan went over the process in his mind and felt that it was almost done. Then he finally remembered the issue of face. He cleared his throat and tried to make amends for himself.
Jiang Xia has always been very fast on a motorcycle.
Conan tightened his helmet and chatted guiltily in the wind: "Going to a social gathering doesn't necessarily mean finding a boyfriend. It's actually not bad to meet some new friends. The problem is that the social gathering guy who has set his eyes on her is too unreliable. If he were a little more normal..."
Halfway through his words, a figure suddenly flashed by. It was a man with curly hair and dressed in black. He seemed to be in a hurry and walked quickly from behind a car parked on the side of the road. The route he took just happened to overlap with the path of Jiang Xia's motorcycle.
Jiang Xia, who was concentrating on listening to Conan's speech, reacted a little slowly. In addition, this kind of typical "ghost popping out" type of traffic accident was difficult to avoid. Both sides seemed to be stunned for a moment. Jiang Xia stepped on the brakes immediately, tilted his center of gravity, and tried hard to turn the car body.
Conan's body tilted and he was almost thrown out. Fortunately, Jiang Xia was able to free his hands to help him in this emergency. Conan once again instinctively envied the fighting power of his peers, while holding on to Jiang Xia tightly. The large helmet hanging on his head clanked a little, blocking his vision.
When Conan came back to his senses from the chaos, he straightened his helmet and looked around vigilantly.
Then he was shocked to see that the man in black who had crossed the road just now was lying on the ground a few meters away - he looked like he had been hit by the car body. At the same time, Jiang Xia was sitting on the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, looking at the man, as if he was stunned.
"… Blame me. I shouldn't have talked to you just now."
Conan ran towards the injured person, taking the blame on himself out of habit, regretting that he had been talking to the driver and disturbing him. Jiang Xia was a fast driver, but he was always very patient when he was a listener. In the past, Conan couldn't really tell whether Jiang Xia was really listening to them or just pretending to be serious... But now it seems that the truth is the former. Although the angle of the passerby was a bit tricky, and the car on the side of the road blocked their view, according to Jiang Xia's usual reaction ability, if there was no interference, he might have stopped earlier.
Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to where the pot went at this time - after all, it was only his puppet that was hit.
He got out of the car, moved his main body closer to the machine, and then possessed the puppet on the ground. After the thieves and witches contributed a lot of energy cores, the ghosts can now drive their puppets around on the ground by themselves, but due to their characteristics, the puppets cannot speak normally in this state.
If Jiang Xia wants to communicate like a normal person, he has to rely on himself.
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Next to him, Conan had also come to the "injured person" on the ground, wanting to check on his condition.
Behind him, Jiang Xia took a few seconds to catch up.
Conan vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he turned around to look at him and found that for some reason, Jiang Xia was not in a good state - he did follow him, but after that he just stood silently by the side, with his head slightly lowered, not speaking, and his eyes unfocused.
"..." Observing this, Conan suddenly remembered something: this distracted look was very familiar. Although he hadn't seen Jiang Xia in this state for some time recently, he often saw it in the past when there was an explosion or a car accident, or similar situations...
Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that he understood.
...Speaking of which, a motorcycle accident is also an "accident". Based on previous experience, it can also put Jiang Xia into a debuff state that slows down his movements and thinking.
Tsk, it would be great if Jiang Xia could give up his bad habit of racing late at night. This kind of sport is very dangerous for both himself and passers-by... No, that's not the point. The point is the car accident at hand!
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Because his ill-fated teammate was temporarily offline, Conan was forced to take on the adult responsibility of cleaning up the mess as a first-grade student.
He put away his messy thoughts, squatted down next to "Kurosawa Sa", took out his mobile phone to call the emergency number, and stretched out his other hand to check the injured person's vital signs.
However, just when his hand was halfway extended, the man in black on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and blocked Conan's hand that was reaching for his neck.
"..." Conan paused for a moment, feeling that the skin of the "injured person" he touched was a little strange - it was cool, but not horribly cold. It was more like touching some kind of mild material with poor thermal conductivity... He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
While Conan was lost in thought, the curly-haired man in black who was innocently hit frowned slightly, pressed his forehead helplessly, and turned to look at the black briefcase beside him.
Conan quickly understood what the injured man meant. Since he was in the wrong, he acted in a servile manner and trotted over to give him the bag.
When Conan picked it up, he realized that the bag was unusually heavy, and there was a faint sound of collision when he lifted it. He slowed down his pace and looked down at the briefcase, puzzled. His detective instinct sounded again, and he was eager to take a peek.
"Being too curious is not a good thing."
The injured man who had just been knocked several meters away suddenly spoke.
Conan was startled and looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that the man had sat up at some point and was now looking over here with his chin propped up. His voice was calm, and if you listened carefully, he actually seemed to be watching the fun, as if he was not the one who was unlucky enough to be hit.
"..." Conan felt even more uncomfortable.
He stopped trying to secretly open the bag, put it down, sneered and changed the subject: "Well, I'll call the emergency number for you right now. Don't worry, this place is close to the hospital, and the ambulance will be here soon."
He pressed 119 on his phone and dialed out, saying, "——Lie down and don't move. Sometimes people injured in car accidents can't feel it themselves, but their bodies have actually..."
Just as he was about to start his usual scientific lecture, someone behind him "accidentally" bumped into him.
Conan stumbled unexpectedly and his words were interrupted.
(End of this chapter)
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