Corpse collector in Conan

Jiang Xia responded perfunctorily.

Yesterday I flew for too long in the Puppet, which consumed a lot of energy.

However, psychics are different from ghost fetuses. The consumption of ghost fetuses can only be restored by taking ghost mint. However, as a living person, a psychic can not only replenish his energy through ghost mint, but also sleep and other methods.

Now he has more and more ghosts to raise, and all of them are the type that continue to consume ghost mints during use, so Jiang Xia feels that he doesn't need to drive on the road anyway, so it is better to recover in a way that saves murderous energy.

Moreover, when he is asleep, there are three ghosts taking turns. If he is in danger, they can jump into his dream and wake him up. There is no need to worry about sleeping too deeply and being plotted against him.

Jiang Xia entered the hall, found a corner and sat down, hugging the ghost fetuses on the left and right, and continued to doze off.

The original Wutiangu case was a classic case to gain reputation due to its complicated operation and its methods that were both metaphysical and scientific.

But now, the old monk died suddenly on his own, and Jiang Xia was not prepared to expose his cheating behavior. There was really no room for reasoning.

Rather than getting involved and being unable to tell anything, it would be better to leave the battlefield at the beginning and leave everything to the police. If that doesn't work, there will be a veteran detective next to you.

This temple is also within Tokyo, and the visitors are still Megure Police Department.

The Mumu Police Department strode into the house. When they saw Jiang Xia in the corner of the hall, they paused... Unexpectedly, in such a remote area almost out of Tokyo, they could meet Jiang Xia. It seems that this case is another one. There was a murder.

Mumu Police Department arranged for his men to investigate the scene, and he walked over to find Jiang Xia.

Seeing that Jiang Xia seemed very sleepy, the Memu Police Department made a joke to cheer him up: It seems that the temple can't suppress the ghost of Brother Kudo. Why don't you find a shrine to exorcise the evil spirits?

The Megure Police Department had just confirmed that Kudo Shinichi was still alive not long ago, so the joke was very serious and he was not worried that Jiang Xia would scare him in turn like last time.

However, before Jiang Xia could speak, someone suddenly said: There are no innocent souls in the world, and the police should not believe in such things. Even if there are, it is because your efficiency in solving the case is too low and you cannot bring the murderer to justice—— If you have time to find temples and shrines, why not improve your investigation level?

The police department was horrified, and they suddenly felt like they were being criticized by their superiors.

He turned around and saw a young man with a serious face. The man had blond hair and dark skin, and looked like a foreigner.

Although the other party was younger than him, the Mumu Police Department felt inexplicably suppressed by the aura. He hesitated and said: You are...

Jiang Xia simply said: He is the boss of the detective agency where I work.

As he spoke, he glanced at Toru Amuro.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Toru Amuro’s reaction was a bit overreacting—that statement of “no wrongdoing” seemed to be not just addressed to the Megure Police Department, but there was something in it.

Jiang Xia looked at his ghosts with a slight guilty conscience, hesitated for a moment, and ordered them to walk around Toru Amuro.

Several ghosts floated past each other in a queue, and even attacked his face, but Toru Amuro never looked away and was completely unaware of the existence of the ghosts.

Jiang Xia was relieved.

Come to think of it, how could Toru Amuro, a scientific boss from the Red Party, think that there are innocent souls in the world.

…

When Jiang Xia was dozing off, she saw the police looking for young monks to question.

Jiang Xia was not worried that Xiunian would expose the existence of Wutian Dog - no one would believe it, and even if they believed it, they would not be able to find Wutian Dog.

Moreover, the puppet has the appearance of Jiang Xia's soul. Even if the little monk sees the puppet's face clearly, he cannot associate Wutian Dog with him.

However, unexpectedly, Xiunian was quite calm and her acting skills were very up to par. When questioned by the police officer, she did not reveal any flaws.

There were few clues and the police investigation stalled.

Toru Amuro heard about the old case from two years ago from the monk, and he vaguely guessed the method used by the murderer in the Misty Dog Murder case that year.

But in today's case, both the cause of death and the scene conditions are very different from two years ago and cannot be applied.

Mumu Police Department looked at Jiang Xia and found that the new brother was lying on the table to catch up on his sleep, with no intention of getting up to reason. The new brother's boss also remained silent.

The Mumu Police Department had no choice but to sigh, guessing that this case might not be a murder case at all, so it didn't match the business scope of Jiang Xia and his boss.

When the police were about to close the team, things suddenly took a strange turn.

Residents living down the mountain sent two photos.

——When they were driving home last night, they passed by here and accidentally saw a strange-looking bird in the sky, so they took a photo.

When sorting out the photo paper this morning, they discovered that the strange bird actually looked like a man with wings, and he seemed to be carrying another person in his hand.

Because it was dark and the distance was far away, the photo was very blurry. But precisely because of this, it gives people enough room for imagination.

The police officers looked at the blurry human figure in the photo, and suddenly remembered the strange marks they had observed on the dusty beams at the top of the solitary room during their investigation - traces of some feathers sweeping them.

Combined with the legend of foggy dogs nearby, several timid police officers have begun to worship Buddha secretly.

Then they were scolded by the Megure Police Department, using what Toru Amuro said to him just now, there are no wronged souls in the world, and by analogy, there are no Kiriten dogs either.

…

In the end, the Mumu Police Department failed to figure out the case and could only temporarily withdraw the team.

When the police left, the car called by Toru Amuro also arrived.

Jiang Xia followed him into the new car - a new tire was placed in the trunk and back seat of the car. Jiang Xia even saw a few mouse traps in the back.

He carefully noted the location of the mousetrap, then turned back and hugged the ghost and continued to doze while the vehicle headed towards Izu.

Although Toru Amuro regrets not being able to solve the case, he still has tasks to do, and there is currently a lack of clues, so it is useless to stay.

In addition, the longer I stayed in the temple, the more and more something was wrong, making people not want to stay for a long time... There must be something wrong with the magnetic field.

…………

When they arrived at the place, Jiang Xia was woken up by Amuro Toru again.

Although the temporary boss didn't say it clearly, Jiang Xia always felt that his face was full of things like Are you possessed by something? Why don't you really go find a shrine? This can't go on like this. Lines.

But in the end, Toru Amuro barely managed to maintain his materialist stance, and stopped all the words he wanted to say, without saying a word.

There are many high-end hotels on the Izu Beach.

But Toru Amuro didn't choose those stores. Instead, he chose a B\u0026B near the ceramics classroom and stayed on the highest floor.

From here, with a telescope, you can barely see a corner of the courtyard of the potters - the ceramics classroom is a front shop and a home behind, and the shop is connected to Kikuemon's courtyard.

After Amuro entered the room, he closed the curtains, set up the telescope, and observed in secret for a while, but found no problem.

So he decided to wait until dark, go in and explore to get a general idea of ​​the situation, and then use the experience coupon to sneak into the ceramics classroom the next day to get more targeted information.

In these places with classroom in their names, the service staff are usually more talkative than elsewhere, and they can extract some information.

Jiang Xia is different from him in that he doesn't have much enthusiasm for work.

He knew that the pottery used for eavesdropping that Tohru Amuro wanted to investigate was actually a mistake - it was just a training prop for a reserve murderer, not someone targeting the organization.

Even if he targets the organization, it is none of Jiang Xia's business. After all, he is just an innocent peripheral member...

Jiang Xia originally planned to continue catching up on sleep.

However, as soon as he lay down, there was a knock on the door - Amuro came through and handed him a book, Introduction to Ceramics. He didn't know when and where he got it.

They opened a pottery classroom, and they also wanted to select pottery successors. If you show more talent, you might have more opportunities to get in touch. After Toru Amuro finished, he continued to follow up.

Jiang Xia held the book and was silent for a moment, thinking that Toru Amuro was really a genius at increasing the workload of employees.

Fortunately, although Jiang Xia has never played pottery, she has made many things in the past.

——In those days when there were no ghosts, only shikigami, if you wanted to build a puppet that looked slightly like a human, you had to do it yourself. Jiang Xia mastered this skill in a pinch.

Although there are many differences in feel and other aspects between clay and puppet materials, the core is certainly not much different.

Jiang Xia flipped through the Introduction to Ceramics meaninglessly, threw the book aside, locked the door and continued to catch up on his sleep.