At this time, the roof of the building was nearly a hundred meters away.
Upstairs and downstairs, two completely different atmospheres.
Although Conan fell down the stairs, his falling speed was very slow. The moment he fell, he consciously opened his limbs to increase resistance in an attempt to delay his fall.
The gravity of this world is always very tolerant to him.
And his luck was obviously very good. The night wind blew along the building from bottom to top. This light-weight son of the world was actually falling at a slow and steady speed, which made those who witnessed it suspicious.
Even if he fell straight to the bottom of the building, he would not fall to death, just like an ant being thrown off a tall building.
The magical time gained in this way gave Conan more room to operate.
Conan flipped over in the air, facing up.
Above, Kidd jumped down as expected. The Phantom Thief controlled the glider behind him and used a wonderful technique to speed up his dive, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Soon, the optimal range for the anesthetic needle was reached.
Conan had strangled his conscience the moment he jumped down. Now when he turned around and saw Kid approaching, he raised his hand and fired an anesthetic needle.
"?!"
Kidd felt something bad when he saw the way Conan raised his wrist. He turned over suddenly, and the cloak that hardened into a hang glider carried him around in the air several times, and the distance between the two became wider again.
Kidd controlled the hang glider and looked back at Conan, a little confused: "..." This kid is dying, he's about to be smashed into a meat pie, and he still wants to catch the Phantom Thief? He doesn't want to die with a detective.
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Just as he was thinking about it, the next moment, Conan, who had missed his hand, let out a regretful "tsk", then turned his body, faced downward again, and forcefully opened the switch of the backpack.
With a soft "Peng" sound, the backpack behind him split into two, and the parachute inside popped out and opened in the night sky. Conan's unpleasant downward trend was immediately stopped, and the two people relied on their respective suspension devices.
Confrontation in the air.
The scene looked very lively.
On the rooftop of the building, Jiang Xia leaned against the railing, cupping her chin and watching the two people floating around downstairs, as if they were having an aerial battle, feeling a little itchy.
He touched his empty back with his backhand, regretting not getting a parachute together just now. As a result, the situation now was like arriving at the beach, and his companions took out their swimming trunks and plopped into the sea one by one, and he realized that he had not prepared anything.
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Jiang Xia: "..." Huh? Wait, if you put it that way, it's not like you're completely unprepared.
He turned his gaze and looked at the foggy dog floating next to him, and remembered something.
Soon, Jiang Xia touched his pocket and took out a box of ghost mints.
He knocked the half-empty cigarette box, pinched it with two fingers into the deepest corner, and pulled out a completely sealed cigarette.
This is a long time... Well, this is the wonderful white mist generated by Noah after running that energy-consuming holographic game a few weeks ago.
Recycle this kind of stuff, melt it into smoke, and use it with monsters and ghosts to create a new smoke with wonderful functions.
Jiang Xia put away the cigarette box, opened the seal on the cigarette, took out this ordinary-looking cigarette and lit it. At the same time, he picked up the fog tengu and put it on the cigarette.
As if a special seal had been stamped, the appearance of the cigarette suddenly changed in the next moment. Its color changed from an ordinary paper cigarette to pure black. There were some light gold lines on the cigarette butt, and the lines were outlined with a few strokes.
A pair of folded wings.
This new cigarette is imprinted with foggy tengu. When it is lit and inhaled, a pair of wings of the same style will form on the back of the smoker.
The wings that Jiang Xia usually uses puppet clay to construct are just decorations and cannot really be used for flying.
But the wings brought by this kind of smoke are different - just like Conan can eliminate the acceleration of gravity by stretching out his limbs, these wings, which are only slightly larger than a human when unfolded, can also easily allow people to fly in the air.
Jiang Xia picked up the cigarette he had just lit and took a puff, his eyes twitching slightly.
The ghost mint he usually carries with him only has a light plant aroma after it is lit. But now this cigarette has a stronger smell, like a handful of feathers being lit, and a smell of paste hits his face.
Fortunately, its magical effect allowed Jiang Xia to barely tolerate this weird taste.
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A cigarette can last for nearly twenty minutes. If you want to participate in an aerial chase, it won't take that long.
Jiang Xia took two puffs before pressing the lighter again, moving the flame horizontally and letting the remaining smoke burn.
——According to his experience, once this kind of smoke is ignited, it cannot be extinguished.
Fortunately, the products of combustion will not be wasted. The smoke that is not inhaled will automatically condense into an air ball. If you carry that air ball around in a stack, you can take it out and take a bite when needed, and you can still grow wings.
There used to be a big group in Jiangxia, but then they ran out of fun without realizing it. Now I have to order a new one.
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The smoke burned completely quickly, leaving a misty white smoke dumpling in Jiang Xia's hand.
He stuffed the thing into his pocket, put away the quickly burning cigarette butt, and then raised his hand to hold on to the railing.
At some point, a pair of dark wings spread out from his back. The shape looked exactly like the pair of foggy dogs. Jiang Xia held up the railing and jumped down. His wings were folded behind his back, like a dark shadow, and he swooped towards the wing.
Two people floating in the air.
Then when he was almost there, he flapped his wings silently, quietly adjusted his direction, and went around behind Conan.
The light in this section of the floor is dark, and the black wings are very inconspicuous in the night. Even if someone downstairs is bored and looks up, it will be difficult to see the clues, let alone identify who the person with wings is.
Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, even if someone really sees it, it can be said that it is a magic trick. After all, as we all know, Kidd is a magician who was delayed by the Phantom Thieves.
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Slightly lower in the air.
Kidd looked at the parachute above Conan's head, and belatedly remembered that the mini-detective had been carrying this bag tonight: "..." This guy was actually prepared. It seemed that even falling down the stairs was intentional, and he was not a martial artist.
De! The detective really doesn’t have a good thing!
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a dark shadow falling from the sky and falling behind Conan. Conan was busy adjusting his parachute and seemed unaware of it.
Kidd caught a sharp glimpse, became alert, and wanted to remind him.
But before he could speak, the figure suddenly spread its wings, hovered behind Conan, and knocked him out with a needle.
Jiang Xia was flying in mid-air, looking at the parachute lines in front of him that almost entangled his wings, and casually took out a knife.
The cold light flashed like an arc of the moon, all the ropes in the way were cut, and the parachute flew away with a huff. Jiang Xia single-handedly picked Conan out of the ball of thread and carried it in his hand.
This chapter has been completed!