Destiny? You, a scriptwriter who has done so many tricks behind the scenes, do you deserve to mention destiny? You are the destiny that you composed yourself as the God of Destiny, right?
Fortunately, although these words were muttered, he understood it - Uzo had no intention of defaulting on the debt, and those three guys would be silenced soon.
This made Vodka breathe a sigh of relief, barely losing the feeling of being cheated on, and feeling a little more balanced.
However, no matter what, surviving is actually earned.
Vodka's attention quickly turned to another thing. He glanced at his car that Uzo was leaning on, and while thinking about whether to go back and perform a powerful anti-virus attack or just change cars, he tentatively approached:
Vodka: "..." It's obviously auspicious words, but I always feel like you are cursing me.
While muttering in his mind, he suddenly heard the man behind him say: "Have you fallen in love with the feeling of being a detective? Or the feeling of being a detective assistant."
Vodka: “…”
I have to admit, it is indeed very satisfying to hold up your head and tell your reasoning when everyone is at a loss, and make everyone stunned. If paired with a prisoner who is arrogant at first and then bursts into tears, the happiness may be doubled.
...But when I think that for the members of the organization, the identity of detective is completely bound to Uzo, all the happiness suddenly turns into a layer of candy on top of the poison!
Vodka: "..." Ha! I can still distinguish between short-term happiness and long-term life.
However, he only said moderately: "It's okay."
Then before Uzo could say anything more, he quickly opened the door and got into the car.
He was about to check it out of habit, but before bending down, Vodka suddenly remembered what happened not long ago - if that day, instead of checking carefully after getting in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away as soon as he sat firmly.
, then he would not be plotted by Uzo's little minion and forced to hit Shuichi Akai in the car.
Vodka: "..." How about leaving directly?
"No! Maybe Uzo guessed what I was thinking just now, so he wanted to do the opposite - that is to say, if we don't check this time, it will be easy to get into trouble like last time."
This thought flashed across his mind, and the tug of prediction and counter-prejudgment immediately unfolded, and Vodka suddenly had countless thoughts in his mind.
"Actually, if I had run away last time, there might have been a worse outcome, such as running into a team of FBI who came to rescue Shuichi Akai, and maybe the police who came because of the kidnapping case."
"So is it going to be checked this time or not?"
The thoughts in Vodka's mind were as fast as a tornado. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator: No matter, the police here will be here soon, and they have to predict, anyway, it's 2 to 1, maybe they can
Choose the right one!
The bitter driver finally stepped on the accelerator, and then, to his surprise, he followed the safe and sound vehicle out of the woods and disappeared from Jiang Xia's sight.
Jiang Xia waved his hand to scatter the dust he raised: "..." You dare to drive so fast on this kind of terrain. Vodka's driving skills have great potential... You should really go and compete with the boss.
He was only half-interested in the ice cream machine that was not working. He glanced at it twice before looking away and began to count today's harvest.
"This is more than all his previous production combined." Jiang Xia counted the large pile of fluffy ice cream with murderous intent, and said with emotion, "As long as you use the right method, vodka has great potential."
The ghosts nodded one after another, thinking of something at the same time, and looked at Xiaobai and Ganfanmao.
——In terms of squeezing ice cream, they may be as indispensable to psychics as those human children.
The dry rice cat was stared at by them: "...?"
…
Jiang Xia said a friendly goodbye to her colleagues, walked around casually, and then returned to the camping site.
When several people saw him coming back unharmed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Xia also looked at the three children who returned to the camp safely, showed a similar expression, and then asked: "Where have you been?"
The three children all froze, then in unison stretched out a hand and pushed Conan out.
Conan: "?"
When you take risks, avoid me and let me take the blame?
Having said that, he is a high school student after all, and he doesn't want to argue with children. And he doesn't think there is anything scary about Jiang Xia - although Jiang Xia likes to knock people, he only knocks those criminals who are committing violations, which is obviously not worth it.
It's scary, but for those children, it should feel safe.
Conan did not resist, pretending that he had taken the initiative to stand up and was not as weak as a primary school student. He cleared his throat and briefly explained the situation in the cave.
"No wonder." Jiang Xia frowned, "I also went into the cave to check, but I never met anyone. I could only vaguely hear a lot of messy footsteps in the passage next door. I asked aloud, but unfortunately there was no one.
People ignored me. When I found a way around, it was already empty. Besides... I saw the body that was shot to death - it was indeed Mr. Kamekura."
Conan thought of the complex topography of the cave, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: It's better that I didn't meet those two people.
Not long after, the police came.
Due to the corpse burial incident, the Mumu Police Department led a group of subordinates to come all the way from the city. As soon as they arrived, they hurriedly drank half a bottle of mineral water.
Then he wiped his mouth and asked in one breath: "Where is the body? Where are the three gangsters? How are you? Were you not hit?"
As soon as Jiang Xia raised his eyes, he met his eyes: As soon as he got off the car at the Mumu Police Department, he went straight to his reliable brother.
It's a pity that the detective brother can't provide any information this time.
Jiang Xia had just received a large handful of ice cream and was in a good mood without betraying the vodka: "The body is in the cave. Judging from the time, it should still be there. As for the other gangsters..."
He sighed: "I was not lucky enough to meet them."
Mu Mu Police Department: "..." No, no, no, there are three gunmen on the opposite side. You are lucky not to have met them.
... Having said that, Brother Jiang Xia seems to have always had good luck, so it's no wonder he didn't provide many clues this time.
So in the end, it was the three children who knew the most.
After hearing the beginning, the Mumu Police Department couldn't help but interrupt in disbelief: "Did you really escape from those three gangsters alone without Jiang Xia?"
"Yeah, I'm not alone." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya scratched his head in embarrassment, "Actually, it was a fan of brother Jiang Xia who helped us!"
