Pu Siqinglan: "..." I didn't expect Jiang Xia to think of "Shi Kaobing" so quickly... No matter from which aspect, as long as she wants to spend the rest of her life safely, she must not let this detective
alive.
...but he can't be killed.
Ideal and reality were briefly in conflict. Pu Siqinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
No matter how much willpower she spent, she gradually came up with new ideas:
During the two murders she committed, Jiang Xia's body seemed not to have suffered extensive damage, so each time she was "resurrected", it seemed so logical.
...If you throw him into the incinerator and watch him burn to ashes or cut into pieces, maybe this terrible undead will never come back to life?
Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan suddenly realized something: no wonder she always felt that some steps were vaguely familiar. Thinking about it carefully, the ancestor she admired, Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin, seemed to have
Had a similar experience!
It is said that Rasputin had magical powers that were beyond the reach of ordinary people. One year before the revolution, the princes and parliamentarians of Tsarist Russia conspired to assassinate him. However, it is said that the assassination process was very bumpy - several people first lured Rasputin over and invited him to
He ate cakes mixed with a large amount of potassium cyanide and the same poisonous wine, but Rasputin had no reaction after eating it.
The few people who were trying to murder peacefully looked at each other for a moment before resorting to force. The prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell to the ground, but he quickly got up and ran away. The congressman chased him and shot him three more times, one of which
Hitting Rasputin's right eye, he brought down the murder target again.
But even so, Rasputin still didn't die. It wasn't until nearly ten minutes after he was thrown into the glacier that he finally died. This "monster" didn't like bathing during his lifetime, and always said that bathing would destroy his magic power. Therefore, some people
It was believed that the water from the glacier destroyed Rasputin's magic power, which finally killed him.
...In the past, when Pu Siqinglan recalled this incident, she could only think of her admiration for this magical ancestor and her resentment towards those who conspired to kill him.
But this time, Pu Si Qinglan's focus was unconsciously placed on another place.
——As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how scary a person is, it is not impossible to kill him.
And having strong survivability does not mean that she has strong attack power. Jiang Xia was killed twice by her, but so far she has not taken any action. Maybe this is not because of his kindness, but because he cannot kill people... Both sides
In contrast, she has the opportunity to try again and again, but Jiang Xia can only wait passively. From this point of view, she has the advantage!
Pu Si Qinglan: "..." Rasputin died of flooding, but this experience cannot be replicated - Jiang Xia seems to be particularly unafraid of water. The first time he passed by a boat, he was soaked in water, and he was cyanide not long ago
He was poisoned with potassium and thrown into the water, and he came out unharmed. So he couldn't use water.
So why not do the opposite and try burning with flames? There are also burials and cutting with metal blades...
Pu Siqinglan: "..." Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia have that kind of unkillable physique?
Her descendants have not been able to inherit the magic power of their ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually has it... However, he obviously does not have the blood of Rasputin, and he is not afraid of water. Maybe Jiang Xia is the descendant of another school of magic power.
Maybe it was because I was depressed to the extreme just now.
Now that she has something to rely on in her heart, Pu Siqinglan feels as if a heavy burden has been lifted off her whole body.
In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she immediately thought of another thing, with a greedy light flashing in her eyes: if, if she could get the magical power of Jiang Xia on herself, then she could be with her the most.
The ancestors you worship are the same!
…
Next to him, Jiang Xia was still watching the Mumu police department's reasoning. At this time, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong aroma.
——For some reason, the delicious thief once again ignited her fighting spirit, and the faint murderous aura around her began to boil, like a pot of settled soup. The soup was rich, sweet and sour.
"!" Jiang Xia was startled. She wanted to turn around and take a look. She also wanted to take a handful.
But before taking action, he remembered the murderous intention of the third batch that almost ended in death. He stopped his movements rationally and stood still, as if he didn't notice anything: "..." It's better not to look around. It was not easy.
What if I lose the murderous aura that I just developed?
As an experienced and mature psychic, at this time, you have to behave like an ordinary person who has nothing but fate. Only in this way can you last long...
While Jiang Xia was thinking, she forced herself not to look sideways, focusing on the unattractive police department in front of her, keeping her calm mind.
The Mumu Police Department felt terrified when he saw him: Jiang Xia was rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, a cruel thief with a great reputation and countless lives on his hands, really got into this ship?
"Why did that kind of international thief suddenly appear here?" Police Department Mumu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and still felt that the matter was very dreamy. In addition, he had some other questions, "But this still cannot explain why the deceased's ring
It’s in Mr. Nishino’s room, and Mr. Nishino’s pen is in the deceased’s room.”
Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking himself a question, and said casually: "This is another matter."
Memu Police Department: "..." Why did I turn into the Riddler after going out for a trip? Don't imitate those Riddler detectives!
He was a little tired and could only ask: "Tell me more details?"
Jiang Xia was still a little absent-minded and seemed to be thinking about other issues.
Conan, on the other hand, heard what the police department said and enthusiastically extended a helping hand.
He turned to Secretary Nishino: "Uncle Nishino, do you really not know the deceased? - I heard that you have been living overseas for many years, and the uncle of the deceased is a freelance photographer. He also has many works shot abroad. Maybe you are out there.
Encountered it before."
"Have you met them abroad?" Nishino Masato actually doesn't like to remember these things that have nothing to do with work.
But this time, the matter involved a murder case, and what was even more unfortunate was that he himself was regarded as a suspect.
Nishino Masato could only bet on his innocence, pinching his forehead and trying to remember: "Abroad, photography, photography...ah, I remembered it! No wonder he always looks familiar to me!"
"Huh?" Police Department Mu Mu was startled, then turned to look at him and asked skillfully, "Tell me in detail."
Secretary Nishino sighed: "Three years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I once passed a village that was hit by a fire. At that time, there was a little girl of four or five years old, wearing pajamas that had been burned to tatters.
