The mermaid always feels like someone is whispering to her behind her back.
She looked around, floated next to Jiang Xia, followed the sight of the psychic master and looked out the window, and saw that Jiang Xia had caught a fat, white pigeon at some point.
Her attention immediately drifted to the pigeons: [Do you want extra food?]
Pigeon:"!!!"
Jiang Xia glanced at this good and dedicated pigeon and let go of his hand sympathetically: [Compared to it, its owner's energy core is more delicious.]
The pigeon escaped, got up in panic, and flew away.
Conan also noticed the movement here. He was about to get closer and see what Jiang Xia was concentrating on. As soon as he reached the window, he saw a pigeon rolling and flying away.
"White pigeon?" Conan was startled for a moment and suddenly became alert, "Could it be Kidd's spy?"
Jiang Xia nodded: "It should be, it has a bug tied to its leg."
Conan: "...?" Then why did you just let it run away!
This sentence was not asked in the end, and Conan silently covered his face: Oh, forget it. Jiang Xia has never been very active in catching monster thieves, maybe because in his eyes, Kidd, who has stolen everything,
A phantom thief who wants to return something is not a criminal.
Thinking of this, Conan glanced back guiltily: "..." Fortunately, the Zhongsen Police Department was still concentrating on chatting with Miss Mu Shuli and did not realize that Jiang Xia had just let go of the clues.
But looking at the white pigeon flying far away, Conan still felt pity. He jumped up and lay on the window sill next to Jiang Xia: "Kid is very precious to his group of pigeons. If you catch one as a pigeon hostage, maybe you can
He tricked me into chatting for a few words."
Jiang Xia: "..." Good idea, I've written it down.
But then I thought about it, if I wanted to talk to Kidd about something, instead of catching pigeons, it would be better to just use the vest of the foggy dog to catch Kidd.
After all, pigeons have their own wings and can move flexibly in the air. They are small and difficult to catch. But Kidd is different. His glider is not that flexible in turning, and he can do it with just one wing.
This skill seems to be useless for photographing people from the air.
Thinking like this, Jiang Xia silently crossed out the useless tricks she learned from Conan.
…
In the distance, there is a building that is on holiday.
There should be no one in the office, but at this moment, a window was pushed open from the inside. Someone was sitting in front of the desk, elegantly sipping the freshly ground coffee, and casually raised his hand to catch it.
The white pigeons fluttered in from the window.
"Good job." Kidd smiled, as usual he wanted to feed some pigeon food to his hard-working subordinates. But when his eyes fell on his own pigeons, he was startled and his smile disappeared, "What's wrong? The hair is so messy.
"
The pigeon fell on his lap and collapsed, looking like it had endured too much.
Kidd:......?
…
In the foyer of the theater.
The Zhongsen Police Department was on fire, concentrating on discussing something with the crew.
But for others, the waiting process is a little boring.
While Jiang Xia was sitting on the sofa and eavesdropping on their conversation, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the ghost next to her.
Matsuda Jinpei was sitting on the other side of the sofa, combing the fluffy smoke-smelling murderous aura. Suddenly he noticed a line of sight. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xia with some doubts: "?"
Jiang Xia reached out and took the murderous aura in front of it.
Then before Matsuda Jinpei came to his senses, he picked up the ghost and threw it out of the window.
Downstairs, in the nearby alley, a puddle of shikigami has been piled up. The shikigami quickly gathered into puppet clay, and then together with Matsuda Jinpei who just fell, they piled up into a figure wearing sunglasses and a black suit.
curly haired man.
Matsuda Jinpei pushed up his sunglasses and immediately hid in a corner where no one was paying attention, feeling a little dazed.
After a while, the voice of an unscrupulous psychic came to my mind: "Idle time is idle, you 'Uzo', take the time to write a love letter. The recipient is Ireland, remember to choose a beautiful letter paper.
——It must make him feel that the sender is a lovely girl, his crush, who is deeply in love with him and cannot extricate himself from it, so that after reading it, he will have some heartfelt feelings and desire for love."
Matsuda Jinpei struggled to understand this series of orders, and a trace of confusion slowly appeared in his eyes.
Write a love letter?
To Ireland?
And as a fangirl??
Not to mention whether it can be written... That cigarette-smelling big guy really has a crush? Does he believe it?
Matsuda Jinpei fell into deep thought, feeling that this was not something a serious ghost should do.
However, although there is a lack of research on love letters, from another perspective, based on its understanding of Jiang Xia...
Soon, Matsuda Jinpei felt that he gradually understood everything.
Matsuda Jinpei: "..." Although this order is a little strange, in a sense, its purpose is easy to guess - probably a bored psychic who wants to read a little bit about Ireland, and learn about Ireland by the way.
Squeeze out an extra batch of murderous energy.
From this perspective, love letters are easy to write.
And luckily, Jiangxia actually sent it a foreign aid...
Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei turned his head and looked at the Q version of Miss Spider sitting on his shoulder.
Miss Spider also turned her head and looked at him silently. A slight tangle flashed across her usually expressionless face - it seemed that this order was indeed a bit embarrassing. Not only herself, but also her colleague was also confused about how to fulfill the requirements of the psychic master.
Quite troubled.
But no matter how bad you are, you still have to write.
The two ghosts got paper and pen very efficiently, then found a hidden corner and stared at the paper in front of them.
Miss Spider thought for a while, raised her spider legs behind her back and knocked on Matsuda Jinpei's head, and came up with an idea uncertainly: "If the words are not enough, just use drawings - draw a few more hearts and give them to the recipient."
for visual impact.]
Matsuda Jinpei nodded thoughtfully: [Just like the fake love letter that Xiao Songjun received before? Indeed, as long as the letter is filled up, it will look very sincere.]
Speaking of this, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly had an inspiration: Yes, wasn't there a ready-made example just now?
Moreover, after Xiao Songjun received the love letter, he seemed very happy indeed - if it didn't work, he would just follow the template and borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
It shook off the pen in its hand and began to write rapidly.
…
Theater building, in the lounge.
Jiang Xia listened for a while, but didn't hear anything useful. Moreover, although people here came and went with murderous intentions, no cases occurred for the time being.
After thinking for a moment, he simply threw the main body into the sofa in the corner, and then asked the puppets to gather outside, forming a pile of cats.
Soon, Jiang Xia's consciousness was possessed by the cat walking on the dark clouds and snow, and he wandered towards his "Uzuo" and "Uzuo's secretary", intending to see how their love letters were going.