The body search was finally over, and the regretful sighs of ghosts floated outside the window.
Jiang Xia actually felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have prepared more scattered small weapons and armed the Matsuda puppets from head to toe. If he took out one of them, he would be frightened, and if he took out another one, he would be frightened again.
One jump... Maybe it has been delayed for a long time. Not only will the amount of murderous energy in vodka increase significantly, but there will also be additional output on the gin side.
…
After confirming that Xitu was unarmed, Ginjiu let him get into the car.
The vehicle left the open space by the river and drove to a factory a few kilometers away. It looked like a dilapidated chemical factory, where Gin often destroyed corpses.
After the car started running again.
Jiang Xia looked at the subordinate puppet sitting next to him and then at the gin in the front row, feeling a little hesitant.
At this time, Jiang Xia discovered that her interview experience was actually not very rich - for part-time jobs, she usually replaced Toru Amuro and went directly there. For variety shows, she was mostly introduced by Ms. Yoko. She just went to the place and went through the process... The only relatively successful interview case
, it was Toru Amuro who tricked him into the Amuro Detective Agency.
But now, I'm afraid I can't refer to that experience...
Jiang Xia thought for a moment and poked Matsuda Jinpei: [How about following the procedure and introducing yourself first?]
Communication between ghosts and psychics can be carried out through something similar to telepathy.
Matsuda Jinpei looked away from Gin, feeling that the young psychic master was too concerned about the process and ignored a small problem: [They can't understand what I'm saying]
Jiang Xia actually planned to take advantage of the chaos to let the main body hang up, and he would go in and introduce himself.
But after thinking about it, he, the middleman, couldn't hang up from beginning to end tonight. It would be weird if the dummy Xitu sometimes spoke very fluently and sometimes didn't say a word, switching states too quickly.
Before I could figure out how to conduct the interview, the interviewer spoke first.
Gin suddenly shook his phone towards the back seat.
Looking carefully, a piece of news was opened on the interface - it was a report about the former circus leader who was involved in a vendetta and was unfortunately killed by a falling object from a height. But it was not the one Jiang Xia sent him, but the same one.
Other reports on the case.
Although Gin is not a professional intelligence officer, he is good at everything as he wears many hats. When receiving this kind of information, he is also used to verify it by drawing inferences and looking for other information himself.
Then I accidentally discovered a photo.
Reporters here have always had the habit of reporting the death of the deceased in the newspaper. Of course it was also included in this report. Among the news that Gin found, there was a photo featuring the unlucky deceased with onlookers in the distance as the background.
After zooming in, you can see that Xitu is also among the onlookers - although he does not show his face, his naturally curly hair is quite distinctive, and with the frame of the same sunglasses, there is reason to guess that this is him.
Although there is no tangible evidence, organizations often do not need tangible evidence to do things.
Ginjiu sneered and put away the phone, but the words were not addressed to the newly photographed couple, but to Jiang Xia:
"This new 'weapon' of yours must have also participated in the murder plan of the circus leader, such as luring people there at a specific time and place... Do you dare to use something that killed the owner?"
Jiang Xia waved his hand indifferently: "It was the captain who was blind and held the knife on the edge. How can he blame the knife for his broken hand? Moreover, he did not use legitimate means to tame his subordinates. Just like that ancient story
The mahout there tied the baby elephant with a thin iron chain, hoping that after many times of trying to escape without success, the baby elephant would form a fixed mindset and still succumb to the thin iron chain when it grew up... Now the baby elephant is really
As he grew up, the mahout's ability was still only enough to provide him with a thin iron chain. However, the adult elephant was not as obedient as he imagined. Instead, he broke free from the iron chain and trampled him to death——
Judging from its nature, this is not called regicide, but rather it is not forgetting the original intention and is worthy of praise."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xia's tone suddenly stopped.
Then, as if he realized that he had let something slip, his eyes drifted out of the car window, he cleared his throat, and patched it up as if nothing had happened:
"Of course, I was just making an analogy. In fact, the leader's death can only be blamed on his own bad luck, and killing the master is even more nonsense. Xitu was still his subordinate at the time, and it is reasonable to appear near the murder scene.
Maybe they made an appointment to go out to play games together that day...right." He pushed his arm against Matsuda Jinpei next to him, as if he was dissatisfied with this subordinate's reticence, "Speak."
Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"
Do you really need him to speak? Do you have to whisper in a ghostly tone...
He glanced at Jiang Xia, then looked at him again, and hesitantly prepared to speak. Perhaps Jiang Xia meant to tell him a few words like a mute to express the situation...
But Jiang Xia seemed to see what he was thinking. Before he could speak, he suddenly raised his hand and put it on the side of his head, interrupting him.
…
Jiang Xia pressed the puppet's head, but there was no cool touch that was common on the puppet's skin. Instead, she touched something that felt very plastic... No, to be precise, it was plastic.
——Maybe it was because the stuffing took a long time. While the puppet kept moving, the puppet clay flowed slightly. A corner of the blood bag that was placed in the middle of the head was actually exposed. Fortunately, it was covered by the broken hair, so it was not too conspicuous.
But just now, when Gin turned around to show them the photo, he seemed to be aware of it. However, the light in the car was dim, so Gin might not have noticed that it was a blood bag and thought it was the shadow of the hair, so he didn't say anything.
But then, when he got to a well-lit place, with Gin's strong desire to explore, once he remembered what happened just now, his attention would probably shift here again.
"..." Jiang Xia held down the blood bag, secretly pushed it back, and continued what she just said clearly, "I almost forgot, he doesn't seem to be in a time period where he can speak."
Vodka: "...?" Is there still time to speak? Isn't he just mute? I asked you to pour medicine into your little brother at will. Such a pervert is really not worthy of having a loyal tool!
Gin also frowned, feeling slightly confused: What is the period of time when you cannot speak?
Jiang Xia noticed their doubts, tapped the side of the blood bag with his finger, and explained: "He was injured here - it seems that he went out with someone else before, and that person stepped on a landmine, and the leg bone fragments flew out and hit him.
head of."
As he spoke, Jiang Xia used some force to push Matsuda Jinpei, who was sitting next to him, who was very confused, over and down. Then, as if commenting on a weapon's flaws, he moved his hair away and pointed at his temple near his eyes: "Look, there's still something left.
I got a scar." At the same time, he clicked his tongue in a critical tone, "Fortunately, the hair can be covered, otherwise it would be really ugly."
