After nodding, Matsuda Jinpei stood up and walked around in a circle.
"good."
The owner of the psychic medium was also very satisfied with the result. After he praised it, he handed over a cigarette and lit it in a good mood.
There was no expression on Matsuda Jinpei's face, and he calmly relaxed a little. He was glad that this experiment of torturing the ghost was finally over. He took the cigarette and took a deep breath, letting the murderous aura contained in the ghost mint spread out more.
Come out and calm yourself down.
Just halfway through, Jiang Xia looked at her watch, then turned around to get a new blood pack.
Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"
"There are still two or three hours before the scheduled time. Hurry up and try it a few more times. I'll practice my hand."
Jiang Xia picked a blood bag that pleased his eyes, weighed it in his hand, and turned back to look at him with relief:
"In case the puppet is not wrapped tightly and falls out, or if you encounter a situation where the puppet needs to be dispersed and reorganized, it will be easier to replace it at any time after you become familiar with it."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
Matsuda Jinpei: "…………"
His face remained calm, but the slender fingers twisting the ghost mint trembled slightly, and the ash fell from the cigarette and landed on his lap.
Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head, glanced at the shimmering cigarette butt in his hand, and then looked at Jiang Xia opposite through the lingering smoke. Suddenly he felt that the stick in his hand was not actually a delicious ghost mint at all, but
It's a decapitation meal before lying down and entering some bloody laboratory.
…
Two hours later.
Jiang Xia, who had become accustomed to stuffing blood packs, stopped and rested for a while, allowing the ghost to rest as well.
Although Matsuda Jinpei didn't say anything and was just silently bleeding, Jiang Xia always felt that this ghost was a little haggard.
Fortunately, it doesn't matter if I'm tired or paralyzed, I can make up for it with some ghost mint. I work hard to store up murderous energy on weekdays just to come in handy in similar situations.
When Jiang Xia thought that there would soon be a calm and handsome "Uzuo" who could handle all situations where his age was required to be checked, Jiang Xia even lighted the ghost mint a lot more gracefully.
——Only when the main body and "False Uzo" have to exist at the same time, the puppet will be handed over to the Matsuda Formation.
Most of the time, the "fake Uzo" is actually himself.
It's not that I'm coveting the age of other people's puppets, but if Matsuda Jinpei went into battle to open the puppets himself, it would be tiring and exhausting, so he might as well let the hard-working psychic master do the hard work...
After briefly thinking about the future, Jiang Xia changed into low-key clothes, put on a large piece of plastic wrap and a thick briefcase, and left home.
He had to first take out the cash he had hidden a week ago, and then take the 100 million yen to meet Gin.
Bringing a briefcase is, of course, for carrying money.
And the reason for wearing plastic wrap... was because he remembered that the money was stained with blood. A week had passed, and he didn't know how bad it was. Although blood in this world does not deteriorate easily, Jiang Xia still planned to wrap it to be on the safe side.
Put it on a higher level to ensure that no strange smell would come out on his way to see Gin...
After arriving at the place where the money was hidden.
Jiang Xia summoned Matsuda Jinpei's puppet, asked him to put the money into a box, and then stuffed a blood bag into the puppet's head.
After that, the two pushed the motorcycle and walked all the way to the place where they had made an appointment with Gin.
…
When they were almost there, Jiang Xia suddenly thought of something.
"..." Speaking of which, taking Matsuda Jinpei directly to see Gin seems to be more likely to be shot to death.
——I often see Gin, and when Conan goes out, he will encounter Gin from time to time. This makes Jiang Xia always have the illusion that "gin can be found everywhere"... But in fact, this does not seem to be the case.
Speaking of this, I have to mention Shuichi Akai. Five years ago, this ace FBI agent did not hesitate to betray his appearance and went undercover to join the organization. After struggling for three years, he finally found an opportunity to work with Gin. But he failed.
The collaboration was successful - on the day they agreed to go on a mission together, Shuichi Akai set up an ambush, intending to take the opportunity to catch Gin. Rum on the black side also sensed something was wrong, and took a trick on Shuichi Akai and his FBI pig teammates.
.
In the end, the pig teammates were unfortunately defeated, and Shuichi Akai also exposed his identity and escaped in a hurry.
...Having had this kind of experience, Gin should be more alert to similar things.
If a strange man in black is brought directly in front of him, Gin's sense of crisis will directly increase, and the sense of crisis will often inspire aggression... His aggression is already very strong.
"..." In short, it's best to give them a buffer. Let Matsuda Jinpei keep a polite distance from them when he shows up.
For a very suspicious boss like Gin, although distance will not bring beauty, it can at least make him feel at peace.
…
With this thought in mind, Jiang Xia untied the briefcase bundled on the back seat of the motorcycle.
At the same time, he called to Matsuda Jinpei next to him: "Wait a minute."
Matsuda Jinpei turned around and saw the bag in his hand, thinking that Jiang Xia was planning to park his motorcycle nearby and walk to the agreed place, asking him to help with the hard work.
So he raised his hand and took the bag, feeling very conscious of being a tool ghost.
As a result, after taking two steps with the bag in hand, I was stopped again.
Looking back this time, Jiang Xia slapped a piece of money into his hand - of course it was not the stolen money in the box, but ordinary cash.
"You'd better stop following me and go to that store first and wait."
Jiang Xia pointed to the coffee shop on the corner of the street from afar.
It was a building with a bit of European style, with red walls and black tiles. The shape was simple and the lines were sharp. This shape and color scheme seemed quite depressing at first glance, but with the clear floor-to-ceiling windows that almost covered the entire wall, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
A lot.
Originally, it was not difficult for this peculiar style of shop to attract customers. But it was born at the wrong time - the area opposite was being demolished, and now it is in ruins. There are only broken tiles outside the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows, and weeds grow stubbornly from the cracks in the ground.
The ground is rising, full of the unyielding working people, which is incompatible with the romantic petty bourgeoisie in the cafe, and there are fewer and fewer customers.
But now, Jiang Xia is quite fond of this store.
He looked at Matsuda Jinpei: "Go and sit down by the window, order whatever you want, and don't cover your head. If someone shoots you, just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and wait for someone to come and deal with the 'body'."
Matsuda Jinpei was silent for a moment. Was that organization so cruel? Thinking about it carefully, all the preparations he made today seemed to be to play the role of a corpse...
The psychic master patted him on the shoulder as if he could read his mind: "Don't be burdened, this is just the worst case scenario. In fact, the possibility of them spying on you is actually very small. Even if things really turn out to be like that, I
You will also invest in the store to prevent the store from going bankrupt because of you repairing the glass. Sitting in the store without being beaten to death is just the beginning. The real test will come later, so don’t be careless."