Jiang Xia struggled for a moment, then put down the ghost again and opened the door.
This time, standing outside the door was Xiajiang Xiaoben.
Jiang Xia looked at Xia Jiang's hand and found that she was also holding some food. This time it was a pile of cookies, which were rough in shape and looked handmade, and were packed in a transparent bag.
"I originally made this for Xiao Wu, but now... just think of it as an apology for him."
Xia Jiang, with eyes red from crying, stuffed the biscuits into Jiang Xia's arms:
"I heard from Yuanzi that you are a famous detective. I, I still don't want to believe that Xiao Wu is the murderer. If possible, I hope you can help find out the truth..."
She wiped away her tears and ran away crying again.
Jiang Xia silently glanced at the cookie bag and flicked away the teardrops hanging on it.
After closing the door, Jiang Xia wanted to put the cookies on the table as usual. But when he turned around, there was no room to put them on the small table.
He had to put together a platter with three dinner plates and a bunch of snacks, and finally made room for cookies.
As soon as I put down the biscuits, there was another series of "dong dong dong" knocks on the door behind me.
Jiang Xia: "..."
He looked down at his parents ghost.
The ghosts looked back innocently and gave him a thumbs up sign, as if praising him for being good at making friends.
Jiang Xia sighed with a complicated mood, retracted his gaze, walked to the door, opened the door a crack, and looked out quietly.
This time, it was Hattori Heiji and Conan who came.
The two of them were chewing on a bag of compressed biscuits - this was the emergency food they dug out from the corner when they were investigating.
After the door opened, Conan handed Jiang Xia a packet. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly smelled the aroma of rice.
The two hungry detectives were startled, their eyes fell on the table behind Jiang Xia, and their expressions suddenly became a little complicated.
After a moment, Conan retracted his hand as if nothing had happened and cleared his throat: "Um, we want to ask about the handkerchief. Before leaving the restaurant, did you pay attention to the bottom of the table? Also..."
The two asked some questions, secretly speculated on the reason why Jiang Xia was out of shape today, and then left with a bunch of information.
…
Jiang Xia returned to the house and silently looked at the door.
After waiting for a short while and confirming that no one came to knock on the door again, he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head again, and looked at the ghosts of his parents hanging on him.
As a psychic who signed a contract with a ghost, Jiang Xia can be sure that the ghosts have one and only one skill - fire protection.
There are no additional skills such as "stimulating maternal love".
Since the problem is not with the skills, it may be that they can have a certain impact on the aura - this kind of synthetic ghost is very rare even in the world of psychics, and maybe it has some strange effects...
Jiang Xia studied for a while but couldn't figure it out.
So I decided to ask directly: "Did you add buffs to me without permission?"
The parents ghost looked at Jiang Xia with a confused look on his face.
Jiang Xia thought for a while and changed his words: "Under what circumstances did you consume more murderous energy?"
The parents looked at each other and thought hard.
After more than ten seconds, the two ghosts let go of Jiang Xia's legs and slowly floated to the side.
Jiang Xia felt the difference carefully, and was suddenly startled, vaguely understanding something.
——When you come into contact with the ghosts of your parents, the amount of murderous energy consumed will be subtly increased.
Jiang Xia: "..."
No wonder he always felt that the ghosts of his parents consumed more murderous energy than other ghosts. Before, he thought it was because there were so many ghosts that if two ghosts were put together, they would eat more than other ghosts.
Unexpectedly, it had nothing to do with food intake, it was just the ghosts of parents secretly releasing their passive aura.
Jiang Xia looked at the parent ghosts floating nearby and poked them: "Can you control it? If it keeps like this, it will affect my judgment."
