Jiang Xia refueled the motorcycle and held a brief "pre-war meeting" with Conan that seemed necessary but was actually useless, so as to give "Uzo" some time to run towards the ground of the "car accident".
time.
When he felt that it was almost done, he threw a spare helmet to Conan. The two of them got on the motorcycle and headed to the location where the sorority party was held.
The party actually didn't start so early.
But according to Conan's opinion, it was best not to hold this so-called party at all. He secretly prayed that he would find an excuse to stop Mao Lilan outside the door.
…
At this time, the rush hour for work has passed. There are not many people on the road.
"Ahem, actually I didn't want to prevent her from making friends normally..." Conan thought over the process in his mind and felt that it was almost done. Then he finally remembered the issue of face, cleared his throat, and tried to make amends for himself.
Jiangxia always drives motorcycles very quickly.
Conan tightened his helmet and chatted guiltily in the wind that hit his face: "Going to a sorority party is not necessarily to find a boyfriend. It's actually good to meet some new friends. The problem is that the sorority partner who is eyeing her is too unreliable.
Well, if only he was a little bit normal..."
Halfway through the words, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him. It was a man wearing a bicycle and wearing black clothes. He seemed to be in a hurry and walked out quickly from behind a car parked on the side of the road. The route he passed was
, which coincides with the path of Jiangxia Motorcycle.
Jiang Xia, who was listening intently to Conan's speech, was half a beat too slow to react. In addition, this kind of typical "ghost probe" traffic accident is difficult to avoid. Both parties seemed to be stunned. Jiang Xia immediately stepped on the brakes.
At the same time, tilt the center of gravity sideways and use force to turn the body.
Conan tilted his body and was almost thrown away. Fortunately, Jiang Xia freed up his hand to help him in this emergency situation. Conan once again instinctively envied the strength of his peers and held on tightly.
Jiang Xia's oversized helmet hung a little on his head, blocking his sight.
When he recovered from the chaos, Conan straightened his helmet and carefully observed his surroundings.
Then he was shocked to see the man in black lying on the ground a few meters away - he looked like he had been hit by the car. At the same time, Jiang Xia was straddling the motorcycle with one foot.
He stepped on the ground and looked at the man, seemingly stunned.
"...blame me, I shouldn't have talked to you just now."
While Conan ran quickly towards the injured person, he habitually held the pot on himself. He regretted that he had been dragging the driver to mutter and interfere with the driver - Jiang Xia was always fast when racing, and he was always very patient when listening.
.In the past, Conan couldn't tell whether Jiang Xia was really listening to them attentively, or whether he was just perfunctory with a serious expression... But now it seems that the truth is the former - although the angle from which the passerby jumped out was a bit tricky, and each other
His view was blocked by a car on the side of the road again, but according to Jiang Xia's usual reaction ability, if there was no interference, he might have been able to stop earlier.
Jiang Xia didn't pay attention to where the pot was going at this time - anyway, it was just his puppet that was hit.
He got out of the car, moved his body closer to the AFK, and then possessed himself into the puppets on the ground - after the Phantom Thieves and Witches contributed a lot of energy cores, the ghosts can now drive their puppets all over the ground.
But due to their characteristics, the puppets cannot speak normally in this state.
If he wants to communicate like a normal person, he has to rely on Jiang Xia himself.
…
Next to him, Conan had also arrived at the "injured" on the ground and wanted to check on his condition.
Behind him, Jiang Xia took a few seconds to catch up.
Conan vaguely felt that something was wrong, and looked back at him, and found that for some reason, Jiang Xia was not in a good state - he followed him, but after that, he stood silently beside him, his head slightly lowered, and he did not speak.
Eyes lack focus.
"..." Observing this, Conan suddenly remembered something: This kind of distracted look is very familiar. Although I haven't seen Jiang Xia in this state for some time recently, he used to encounter explosions or car accidents, or similar
When the situation arises, we can often see it...
Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt he understood.
... Speaking of which, a motorcycle accident is also a "car accident". Judging from previous experience, it can also put Jiang Xia into a debuff state that slows down her actions and thinking.
Tsk, it would be great if Jiang Xia could stop the bad habit of racing late at night because of this. This kind of sport is very dangerous to both herself and passers-by... No, this is not the point, the point is the current car accident!
…
Because his ill-fated teammate was temporarily disconnected, Conan was forced to shoulder the adult responsibility of cleaning up the mess as a first-year elementary school student.
He put away his messy thoughts and squatted down next to "Kurosawa Zuo". He took out his mobile phone and planned to call the emergency number. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand to check the vital signs of the injured person.
However, just as he reached halfway, the man in black on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and separated Conan's hand that was reaching for his neck.
"..." Conan paused for a moment, feeling that the skin of the "injured" he came into contact with was a bit strange - it was cooler, but not that shockingly cold. It was more like he had touched some kind of mild material with poor thermal conductivity...
…He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
While Conan was deep in thought, the curly-haired man in black who was innocently hit frowned slightly, pressed his forehead helplessly, and turned to look at the black briefcase beside him.
Conan quickly understood what the wounded man meant, and because of his misunderstanding, he seemed to be a bit unreasonable when doing things, so he trotted over and wanted to give him the bag.
As soon as he picked it up, Conan realized that the bag was unusually heavy, and when he lifted it, there was a faint dull sound of the collision of some objects. His steps slowed down, and he looked down at the briefcase. He became confused, and his all-pervasive detective intuition sounded the alarm again, ready to make a move.
Want to take a peek.
"Too much curiosity is not a good thing."
The wounded man who had just been knocked several meters away suddenly spoke.
Conan was startled and looked around, only to find that this man had sat up at some point and was looking over here with his chin propped up. His voice was quiet, and if he listened carefully, he seemed to be watching the fun, as if he had been unlucky enough to be killed just now.
It's not like he was hit.
"..." Conan's feeling of disobedience became even stronger.
He stopped trying to open the bag secretly, put it down, and changed the topic with a smile: "Well, I'll call the emergency number for you right now. Don't worry, it's very close to the hospital, and the ambulance will be here soon."
He pressed 119 on his mobile phone, dialed the number, and said: "-Lie down and don't move. Sometimes people injured in car accidents can't feel it themselves, but their bodies are actually..."
Just as he was about to carry out his usual science popularization, someone behind him suddenly "accidentally" bumped into him.
Conan was caught off guard and staggered, and his words were interrupted.
