Next to him, Jiang Xia didn't know how many cadres would be killed by Conan in the future. He only knew that someone seemed to want to kill him now.
What Gin said was reasonable, but refusing forcefully seemed unorganized.
So Jiang Xia did not emphasize again that there was no need for a gun, but just shouted along the pattern: - Matsuda Jinpei!
"..."
Matsuda Jinpei, who was working diligently to plant the bomb, froze slightly.
After a while, he silently paused what he was doing, returned to the other three, and stepped in front of Jiang Xia resignedly, blocking the muzzle of Ginjiu's gun, as if he was concentrating on fulfilling his guard duties.
Gin looked at Uzo's subordinate, who was said to have been brain-damaged, and frowned impatiently: "Get out of the way, this is part of the plan."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." I know, but the psychic master seems to want me to pretend not to know...
He had no choice but to pretend not to hear, his expression remained unchanged and his feet did not move.
In these few seconds of delay, Jiang Xia had already thought of something. He looked at Gin accusingly: "Who said you can't escape only if you have been shot? You just used too many guns and formed a bad mindset. Normal people should
Think of it this way - I was just hit by her anesthetic, so I couldn't have gone very far. Your shot was just unnecessary."
"..." After a moment of confrontation, Ginjiu clicked his tongue and temporarily gave up on his previous plan: If he doesn't cooperate, there is nothing he can do. If Uzuo hides and hits the heart with a shot, not only will this good seedling be destroyed,
, it’s hard to explain to the boss, and by then, I’m afraid I’ll face more than just a short-term recuperation.
and……
Gin glanced at the bomb in Matsuda Jinpei's hand, a vein popped out of his forehead, and he snorted: This guy really has no brains, and he doesn't want to think about the consequences of hitting the bomb with a gun.
"Since you have your own ideas, let's deal with it in your own way." Gin Jiu finally put away the gun, looked at Jiang Xia and sneered, "Remember, if you are exposed, you will appear on our silence list at any time.
superior."
"Why aren't you on my silence list?" After Jiang Xia finished speaking, while the murderous smell of wine was fresh and fluffy, the ghost grabbed a few balls.
Then he waved his hand to chase people away: "Okay, go ahead, I know how to handle it."
The two men in black got into the car uneasy and left.
Wait for the truck they are driving to disappear around the corner.
Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the throbbing muzzle of the gun on his arm, feeling that the murderous aura was less intense just now: "It seems that the change in murderous aura cannot be used as the criterion for judging attacks. After all, some people may have different concepts of 'attack'... Tsk."
, the attack was too harsh."
Matsuda Jinpei also took a closer look and thought: [This level of injury...]
Jiang Xia was startled and slightly alert: "You won't need stitches."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." You seem to have some misunderstanding about your physique.
He phrased it euphemistically: "For an injury of this degree, it will probably heal after you wake up. If you feel the pain hurts, you can sleep now. I will let the bombs stay away from here. They will come in and pick you up anyway, so you don't have to run away by yourself."
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"..." Jiang Xia put down her sleeves as if nothing had happened, "I'm not in pain, I'm just worried that it will affect important actions in the future."
After a pause, he felt something was wrong and regained his composure: "Isn't it normal for people to avoid pain? I'm not a masochist. Why should I take the initiative to get hurt when it can be avoided?"
Matsuda Jinpei nodded in agreement: "..." Normal organization members should be somewhat resistant to pain, but it is normal for psychics to be like this. After all, if they are sick or injured, they can slip out of their shells and stay in the puppets, waiting.
I feel envious when I think about going back when my body feels better.
...Huh? Speaking of which, he has become a ghost now, has no body at all, and seems to enjoy similar treatment.
Matsuda Jinpei touched his chin, feeling a little complicated.
"Okay, let's go to work. It just so happens that Pu Siqinglan has a history of blowing up underground passages and setting fire to castles. You remember to imitate the style a little bit." Jiang Xia patted him and reminded him to hurry up and continue to install bombs, "I
Find a place to lie down."
Jiang Xia finally chose a corner near the light well.
After thinking for a while, he took out a tube of anesthetic from his pocket.
Normally, he would actually carry a few tubes secretly - although "Detective Jiang Xia" doesn't use such things, the Anonymous People do.
He looked at his arm that had suffered so much today, carefully looked through the fabric on his clothes, and found the small hole that had just been made by the scout in the underground passage. He followed that place and injected himself with some medicine.
.
Several ghosts lay next to him, looking at the syringe where only one-tenth of the liquid was missing: "..."
Jiang Xia confidently hid the syringe again: "Just prick a hole for a while. If you punch it too much, you will really fall asleep - I fell asleep, how can you open the puppet?"
Wutiangou suddenly understood and nodded: I see, that’s really thoughtful.
"..." The mermaid slapped its tail and couldn't help showing an angry look.
Jiang Xia didn't care about the small differences between the ghosts. He sat on the ground, looking up at the structure of the underground garage, while thinking about the murderous aura and shikigami gift pack he was about to receive when he met Shi Kaobing again tomorrow.
…
All preparations were made, and Jiang Xia began to wait quietly for the explosion to take place.
Although the place where he destroyed the transmitter is still a few streets away from here. But with Conan and Kidd's ridiculous reasoning abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to find it, and the reasoning process won't cost too much.
long time.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone suddenly vibrated and I received an email.
Jiang Xia was startled:...Huh? Yes, why did you forget about this?
He took out his cell phone and clicked it. He found that the detective was indeed much more flexible than he had imagined.
——Conan did not just rely on reasoning this time, but directly sent a message. He tried: [Where are you?]
Jiang Xia: "..."
... Pu Si Qinglan was still not professional enough and did not even search for his mobile phone. When he was still a peripheral member, Vodka knew that he had to hand over his mobile phone before getting in the car.
But that's okay, he can stay a little longer surrounded by Rasputin. The group of sculptures next to him are really eye-catching, so it's no wonder that Gin just strongly suggested blowing them up.
Jiang Xia held her chin and stared at her phone, thinking for a while. She waited for a while, pretending that she had just exposed her position due to the vibrating sound of her phone and was taking the time to move around to deal with the gunman Pu Siqinglan - although Shi Kaobing and her
The collection has been packed in a truck and is heading to the organization's base, but Conan and the others don't know. There are many large vehicles passing by on this section of the road every day, so it's easy to get confused, so it's not a big problem.
