Corpse collector in Conan

However, regardless of whether he can fly or not, Jiang Xia will not let go of the ghosts at hand.

And this is the first adult male ghost he has met. If he goes out to rob houses in the future... ah no, to do chivalry, he doesn't have to play tricks on children and Miyano Akemi every day.

It’s just that these wings are a bit difficult to deal with. When the puppet is generated, I don’t know what it will look like.

Seeing Jiang Xia's distraction, Monk Ghost leaned out half of his body from behind the hand sanitizer bottle, raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Jiang Xia looked at it, he knew what this ghost wanted to do.

——Xiunian, the youngest monk here, is actually the younger brother of this ghost. Xiunian didn't believe that his brother would commit suicide, so he went to this temple incognito half a year ago to find out the truth.

Over the past six months, Xiunian worked hard to investigate and finally got a clue of the crime method, but could not find out who the murderer was.

However, tonight, the old monk's behavior of walking away was so abnormal that Xiu Nian sensed something was wrong and planned to go find the master late at night to inquire.

The ghost saw his brother suddenly coming and felt bad - the old abbot was drunk tonight. According to his tendency to brag after getting drunk, he might accidentally reveal the truth, causing his brother to kill impulsively.

The ghost then hurried to Jiangxia and tried to ask for help.

Jiang Xia took away the bottle that was standing between the person and the ghost, touched its head kindly, and tugged on its wings: Come and sign a contract with me, I can help you.

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The night is already very deep.

The old abbot lit a candlestick in a very stylish way, poured himself a glass of wine, and became very drunk.

Across the small table, Xiunian, who had successfully figured out the truth, stared at him angrily.

Xiunian's mood was very complicated at this time. Anger, sadness, heartache, and a little bit of regret - if I had asked Master this earlier when he was drunk, he wouldn't have had to investigate for half a year...

Xiunian didn't know what to say for a moment, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence through her teeth: Please surrender.

The old monk didn't know that Xiunian had a grudge against him. He held the wine cup and laughed: There is no evidence, why should I send myself in? And since that incident, we have become a place where dogs are infested in the fog. The temple' has a great reputation! It's a pity that it has declined recently. If I could come again...

When the old monk said this, he shook his head regretfully and reached out to the wine bottle.

Xiunian glared at him and reached for a piece of rope nearby.

The next second, both of them were stunned at the same time.

——There was a strange noise in the courtyard. The two of them suddenly looked at the partition door leading to the courtyard, and saw a few broken shadows being projected on the door under the illumination of the courtyard lamp.

Outside the door, pieces of paper were flying messily, gradually gathering together and forming a strange human shape.

Just as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, the figure was reflected more clearly. The old monk stared at the shadow on the sliding door, and was half frightened away from his drink. Judging from the silhouette, the person was actually carrying a pair of people behind his back. Huge wings!

The old monk was confused for a while, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and suspected that he had seen it wrong. Maybe there's just a strange-looking tree outside the house...

However, soon, a hand inserted into the gap of the door and slowly pushed the door open.

A strong wind blew in, and the candlestick on the small table flickered on and off. At this time, another bolt of lightning struck down, and the dark wings behind the person suddenly spread out, covering the door leading to the courtyard.

The uninvited guest looked at the frightened old monk and said softly: It's actually very simple to bring the income back to its peak - as long as there is one more victim of the 'Fog Dog' here.

In the flickering candlelight, the old monk vaguely saw the eyes of the Fog Sky Dog at the door. The outline of those eyes was very similar to that of his apprentice - the apprentice who was hanged by him two years ago and framed for the Fog Sky Dog.

The moment their eyes crossed, the old monk heard the voice of Foggy Dog suddenly full of malice. He smiled coldly and continued what he just said: I think you are very suitable.

The old monk let out a breath of cold air that reached the top of his head.

He covered his heart and froze for two or three seconds, and then fell down without saying a word.

Jiang Xia: ...?

He looked at the old monk who fell to the ground and was slightly startled.

This man fell too fast, could he be pretending to be dead? He still has a complete set of lines and actions that he hasn’t translated yet...

Xiunian next to him was also shocked.

It took him a few seconds to come to his senses, he grabbed the extinguished lampstand, held it in front of him like a weapon, and asked tremblingly: Two years ago, you killed Zhongnian?!

Thinking back carefully, this foggy dog ​​looks a lot like his brother. Although he is much more handsome than his brother and has hair, he can still see some shadows. Could it be... Could it be that Brother Zhongnian was actually eaten by the Wutian Dog? !

...Eh, it doesn’t seem right. Just now the old monk clearly admitted that Zhongnian was killed by himself. Zhongnian's body was not lost.

Moreover, there was a big hole in the wall of the solitary room where Zhongnian died two years ago. From the perspective of the murder method, it was collapsed by the current, but from the theological explanation, it was knocked out by the foggy dog.

But at present, it seems that the foggy dog ​​in front of him does not have the habit of bumping into things - paper partitions are much easier to bump into than the walls of the confinement room, but just now, the foggy dog ​​still pushed the door in, which is not like the legend. So savage...

I don’t know if the foggy dog’s IQ has evolved and it’s easier to walk through the door, or if this is a unique foggy dog ​​that ignores tradition and is good at being lazy.

The foggy dog ​​suddenly appeared here. Could it be that he was dissatisfied with the old monk for using his name to kill people, so he came to visit him?

Thinking of this, Xiunian subconsciously looked at the old monk lying on the ground.

Under the foggy dog's gaze, the old monk's face turned pale, his chest stopped rising and falling, and he gradually stopped breathing.

Xiu Nian was shocked.

He rolled and crawled farther away from Wutian Dog: You...you can actually kill people with your thoughts?!

The murderous aura on his body fell to the ground as if he was frightened.

Jiang Xia: ...

How can someone at such a young age learn how to play porcelain? It was obviously the old monk who died suddenly.

Jiang Xia glanced at Xiaobai and Miyano Akemi. The two ghosts understood instantly and ran over to pick up the murderous intent.

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[Update time: 8:30 am]