Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 669 The Third Hand
In some indescribable contest of forces, the hands of the dead are retreating, and the hands of the skeleton are advancing.

The withered dead skin receded above Qin Zhibo's eyelids, and his disguise could be vaguely seen through his pale wrists.

That is not a human arm, hidden under the pale skin, it looks like tawny blood vessels, but more like wriggling tentacles.

But what Qin Zhibo cared about was not these, but the skeleton hand that was gradually approaching him.

An unpleasant smell of kerosene wafted from the skinny skeleton's hands, filling his nostrils.

Then came the cold.

The cold breath spread all over Qin Zhibo's body, as if he had been lying in the cold mortuary, which aroused goose bumps all over his body.

Baron Samedi leaned forward, stared at Qin Zhibo's face with empty eyes, and hummed softly through his nostrils stuffed with cotton.

It was an unknown ditty, which seemed to be some sort of country tune.

He hummed this inexplicable tune with a heavy nasal voice. In such a scene, everything seemed very strange.

Qin Zhibo knew that this was a requiem.

He is like an emotional mourner who is about to personally bury Qin Zhibo, who is only half alive.

I don't know if this requiem tune is a consolation to the soul, or a mockery from hell.

His hands got closer and closer, until the five skeleton fingers hooked around Qin Zhibo's neck like hell hooks.

For a moment, Qin Zhibo felt the terrible suffocation.

Qin Zhibo has never experienced this kind of feeling. It is not because of the pressure on his neck on the physical level, but because of some inner pressure.
It's like taking potassium cyanide, and the respiratory muscles are paralyzed by cyanide ions.

He couldn't breathe.

70, 65, 60, 55, 47
The will is also declining rapidly, but at this moment, this little mental damage is no longer so important compared to the physical damage.

If the will is reduced to 0, you can still go to a mental hospital to be a happy mental patient.

People say that the happiest people in the world are the ones who don’t need to be responsible to others, and the mentally ill are just such people.

But if the physical fitness drops to 0, it can only be diverted to the morgue.

Although the dead man's hand is still pinning down the skeleton hand, it doesn't seem to play a decisive role, it's just to suspend death.

With the blessing of the will to survive, Qin Zhibo decided to try to save himself.

Although it was an attempt to save himself, it was actually just a physical instinct.

Anyone with sound hands and feet will make some resistance when their throat is strangled.

Qin Zhibo's fingers moved slightly, trying to grab the skeleton hand away.

However, his body seemed to be controlled by some invisible shackles, and he couldn't move at all.

But the strong desire to survive made Qin Zhibo keep trying.

He wanted to reach out and grab the skeletal hand, move the damn claws away.

At this moment, a black shadow emerged from Qin Zhibo's body.

It was a pure black human-shaped shadow, with bottomless pitch black all over the body, it raised its pitch black arm from the position of Qin Zhibo's palm.

It's a stand-in messenger!
Instead of Qin Zhibo's own will to survive, the stand-in messenger raised his palm and grabbed the arm of the skeleton hand.

The stand-in messenger's palm is a little darker, and its structure is not as subversive as that of a dead man's hand. It can't hold Baron Samedi's thick bone stick at all.

But when it was added, the situation changed immediately.

The combination of dead hand + black hand pulled back the deadly skeleton hand for a distance in an instant, and Qin Zhibo took a breath of kerosene-scented air with the newly wriggling breathing muscles.

Baron Samedi looked at the newly added pitch-black palm. Although there was no expression on the skull's face, Qin Zhibo could vaguely feel the emotion.

He froze for a moment.

Yes, Baron Samedi was taken aback.

Even if the dead man's hand just inserted a stick out of thin air, Baron Samedi didn't hesitate at all, completely ignored it, and continued to attack Qin Zhibo.

It's like a sumo wrestler weighing hundreds of pounds walking forward, and an ordinary person standing in front of him stands in the way.

There is no need for a sumo wrestler to stop unless he wants to.

But it's different if it's a wall
The stalemate lasted for a few seconds, and Baron Samedi retreated voluntarily.

He retracted the skeleton hand embarrassingly, like a thief who failed.

And the dead man's hand and the pitch-black hand were not unreasonable, they let go of their hands naturally, allowing Baron Samedi to withdraw his hand casually, and put it on the skeleton crutch again.

When Baron Samedi resumed his standing posture at the beginning, he issued a series of thick nasal sounds from his nasal cavity.

This strange nasal humming sound is a series of meaningful words, and Qin Zhibo just understands it quite well.

"You escaped your doomed death."

"However, you have to be careful"

"Pray to all that you don't meet another thousand of my forms."

Baron Saimedi's body gradually faded and became translucent, until it lost all luster and turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

The dead man's hand retracted into the yellow sleeve, and also disappeared into the air.

The stand-in messenger returned to Qin Zhibo's body, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Zhibo checked his character card, his physique was restored to 40, and his will was also 40, not high, but enough.

At this time, the system pops up a prompt.

[Being sheltered by the blessings from the Yellow Seal, get the main task - all debts must be repaid]

[Task Content: Hunt Mi-GO]

[Task requirements: time limit 72 hours, scope Tokyo Metropolis]

[Mission reward: 3000 general skill proficiency, 2 lucky draw chances]

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The timing of the mission rewards popping up was subtle, and before Qin Zhibo had time to read them carefully, he saw a marked mission red dot on the electronic map.

"Qin Zhibo! How are you doing?"

Conan's voice became real, and Qin Zhibo completely recovered his consciousness in the real world.

"Ahem." Qin Zhibo coughed twice, and sat up with Mao Lilan's support, "It's okay."

In fact, Qin Zhibo still had half a sentence below, "I didn't die today", but he didn't say it because he was afraid that he would be suicidal if he was misunderstood.

Next, although Qin Zhibo repeatedly stated that his body was fine, Conan and Mao Lilan insisted on waiting for the ambulance to arrive, and went to a large hospital for a physical examination.

Qin Zhibo thought in his heart that he really should have a comprehensive grasp of his physical condition, and it would be a good thing to treat it as a physical examination.

In this way, Qin Zhibo got into the ambulance that was coming at a high speed, and went straight to the hospital in Tokyo.

As for the Mustang convertible sports car parked by the side of the road, Qin Zhibo called a tow truck and asked someone to tow the car back to Tokyo.

Lying on a hospital bed, Qin Zhibo is waiting for a medical examination.

Actually, on the way to the hospital, Qin Zhibo was thinking about a problem.

Judging from the system prompt, he was under the voodoo spell cast on him by someone.

but
when?

Where?

Who?

How?

Why?

(End of this chapter)