When high school students are looking for their rooms.
Gin mixed in with the other passengers, pressed the hat on his head, and walked into the hall in a low-key manner.
At this time, he paused and looked up suddenly. He saw a man in a black windbreaker and a bowler hat walking down the stairs step by step, carrying heavy luggage.
Gin: "..." Colleague?
But soon, after seeing the other person's face clearly, Gin decisively rejected this idea - the man wore a plain white mask on his face, and looked like a mannequin in a shopping mall from a distance. Such an exaggerated dress was not
The choices organization members make.
He looked away and continued to do his own thing.
The man in black, who was dressed similarly to him, glanced at Gin's back from afar. Then he walked down the last step and came to the front desk.
Facts have proved that this kind of dress is indeed very eye-catching and extremely impressive.
The manager didn't even need to remember, he immediately remembered this strange and reclusive guest. He showed the attitude he should have to treat guests and asked respectfully: "Mr. Duzingen? What can I do for you?"
The strangely dressed guest said nothing, but took out a key with his hand wearing thick gloves and threw it on the counter.
"Uh..." the hotel manager tried to interpret his behavior, "Do you want to check out?"
The masked man nodded.
"Okay." Although there was one less guest, the hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief, "I will handle it for you right now."
Not long after, the procedure was over.
Carrying two heavy bags, the masked man left the hotel and quietly walked into the deep forest like a resentful shadow.
In the diffuse moist mist, the masked man walked through and finally stopped next to a swamp.
With a snap, the black trench coat, bowler hat and mask were thrown to the ground ahead, followed closely by the two extremely heavy luggage.
The luggage hit the ground with a thud, and the swamp that looked like flat ground at first began to squirm, gradually swallowing all these things, leaving no trace.
…
Hotel room.
Jiang Xia put away her luggage, stretched out comfortably, and began to count today's harvest.
The production of wine-flavored murderous aura is as stable as ever. The production of iced black tea has slightly decreased - but considering that there is gin nearby, few members of the organization dare to think of breaking the law in public. After Jiang Xia sighed, he forgave tolerantly.
This little brother's abnormal performance.
Of course, compared to these, his attention was more focused on another mass of murderous aura.
"It looks different from other murderous auras." Jiang Xia pulled out a small strand from the fog-like murderous aura, wrapped it in ghost mint, flicked the lighter and lit it.
The ghosts gathered around with curiosity and expectation: unlike other murderous auras with obvious tastes, the murderous aura of the "Hell Puppet Master" had no discernible taste.
But now I lit it with ghost mint and took another puff. The ghosts suddenly fell silent.
——It's like taking a bite of an electrically charged thunder cloud, and your mouth is tingling. You can say it's unpalatable. The taste seems to be extraordinarily different. You can say it's delicious, but it really has no taste.
After thinking about it for a moment, Miyano Akemi suddenly had an idea. She tugged on Jiang Xia's sleeves, opened the Q version, and pointed her little finger to the side.
Jiang Xia followed her short hand and looked over, her eyes falling on another mass of ice tea-flavored murderous aura.
The next moment, the psychic who is also good at innovation understood what Miyano Akemi meant. Jiang Xia put out the cigarette on her fingertips, stretched out her hand and pulled down a little bit of the ice tea-flavored murderous aura, melted it into the smoke, and then carried it
He shook the cigarette.
When the flavor was mixed, he lit the ghost mint again.
The faint smoke rose again, and Jiang Xia took a sip in anticipation, her eyes brightening - the originally refreshing and cool iced black tea seemed to have been injected with bubbles, transforming from an ordinary tea drink into a sparkling drink. Metaphysics version of bubbles
It's so large and powerful that it feels like you're sipping a handful of popping candy when you first put it in your mouth. It melts in your mouth for a moment and turns into a wonderful drink like cola.
Jiang Xia's eyes changed as he looked at the strange mass of murderous aura. He picked it up and sorted it out again, then stuffed the mass of murderous aura into the innermost layer of the inventory and placed it next to the colorless murderous aura.
"The candidate Maya Hashimoto found this time is very good." Jiang Xia nodded secretly, "I hope he will work harder and get people to the island as soon as possible."
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room from outside.
"Jiangxia." Suzuki Sonoko's voice came through the door, "Come down and have something to eat. The restaurant here has a lot of specialties! There is actually a magic-themed set meal, which will be gone if you go late."
"Magic-themed set meal?" Jiang Xia thought of the rose salad that exploded in front of him not long ago, and opened the door, "Let's go and have a look."
The group of people arrived at the restaurant and discovered that the so-called magic-themed set meal was actually just a black hat-shaped seaweed placed on top of the rice.
Conan poked the piece of seaweed speechlessly: "..." Those who didn't know thought it was a gin-themed set meal... Speaking of which, where did the gin go? If I remember correctly, he also got off the bus at this stop.
, what on earth is this guy going to do in Hokkaido?
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, a buzzing vibration sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Conan turned his head in surprise, and then discovered that the sound came from Jiang Xia: "Is this..."
Jiang Xia nodded, reached into his pocket, and took out a familiar black and white screen mobile phone - it was the special performance broadcast machine sent by the puppet master of hell.
"It seems that hell puppet master has a new performance." Jiang Xia took a mouthful of rice and pressed the speakerphone at will.
Sure enough, soon, a gloomy and cold voice came from the receiver: "Welcome to the Bone Plains."
"?!" Hearing this voice, the two people who had just entered the door suddenly turned their heads and looked over here.
Officer Sato and Officer Takagi, who had just finished checking the train, didn't even have time to take a bite of their food before they threw themselves into new clues.
They rushed over at a brisk pace and complained into the microphone: "Where did you get the body of the leader of the magic troupe!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." The person on the other side of the phone laughed, "Actually, I have already returned Captain Shan Shen to you."
As if echoing his words, a vague scream sounded in the distance.
Jiang Xia glanced over there, picked up her phone, and rushed over with the others.
The scream came from the nearby guest room area.
Jiang Xia climbed up the stairs, stopped, and saw the fake psychic sitting on the ground at the door of Room 219 at the corner of the corridor, looking at the half-opened door in horror.
"Are you okay?" As he asked, the righteous detective passed him and ran to the door.
When they opened the door and looked out, a ghastly and terrifying sight jumped into everyone's eyes.
