Next to , Jiang Xia doesn't know how many cadres will be poisoned by Conan in the future, he only knows that someone seems to want to kill him now.

Gin's argument is well-founded, and forcibly rejecting it seems unorganized.

So Jiang Xia did not re-emphasize that he did not need a gun, but just shouted along the pattern: - Matsuda Jinping!

Matsuda Jinping, who was conscientiously planting the bomb, froze slightly.

After a while, he silently paused his work, returned to the other three, and resigned himself to blocking Jiang Xia, blocking Qin Jiu's muzzle, as if he was focused on fulfilling his **** duties.

Gin looked at Uzo's subordinate who was said to have had a brain injury, and frowned impatiently: "Get out of the way, this is part of the plan."

Matsuda Jinping: "..." I know, but the psychic master seems to want me to pretend I don't know...

He had to pretend that he didn't hear, his face didn't change, and his feet didn't move.

In these few seconds of delay, Jiang Xia has already thought of something. He looked at Gin in condemnation: "Who said you can't escape unless you've been shot? You just use too many guns, and you've formed a bad mindset. A normal person should think like thisI just got her narcotics, and I was originally It's not going to get very far. You're just superfluous."

"..." After a moment of confrontation, Jin Jiu snorted and temporarily gave up on his previous plan: if he didn't cooperate, there would be nothing to do. If Wu Zuo hides and hits the heart with one shot, not only will this good seedling be destroyed, It is also difficult for the boss to explain. At that time, I am afraid that what I will face is not only short-term recuperation.

and

Gin glanced at the bomb in Matsuda Jinping's hand, a blue vein popped out of his forehead, and snorted: This guy really has no brains, and he doesn't think about the consequences of hitting the bomb with the gun.

"Since you have your own ideas, then deal with it in your own way." Jin Jiu finally put away the gun, looked at Jiang Xia and sneered, "Remember, if you are exposed, you will appear on our silence list at any time. superior."

"Why aren't you all on my kill list?" Jiang Xia finished speaking, taking advantage of the fresh and fluffy taste of the wine, and let the ghost scramble for a few balls.

Then he waved his hand to chase people away: "Okay, don't worry, I know what to do."

The two men in black got into the car and left without worrying about it.

Wait for their truck to disappear around the corner.

Jiang Xia looked down at the throbbing muzzle on his arm, and felt that the murderous aura was lessened just now: "It seems that the change in murderous aura can't be used as the criterion for judging an attack, after all, some people may not have the same concept of 'attack'... tsk, It's too harsh."

Matsuda Jinping also took a closer look and thought: [This level of injury...]

Jiang Xia was stunned, and the microstripe was alert: "You won't go to stitches."

Matsuda Jinping: "..." You seem to have misunderstood your physique.

He euphemistically said: [Injury of this degree, it will probably be fine after sleeping and waking up. If you think the wound hurts, you can sleep now, I will let the bombs avoid this, they will come in to pick you up anyway, you don't have to run by yourself. ]

"..." Jiang Xia casually put down his sleeves, "I don't think it hurts, I'm just worried that it will affect important actions in the future."

After a pause, he felt that something was wrong, and regained his self-righteousness: "Isn't it normal for people to avoid pain? It's not a masochist. Why should you take the initiative to get hurt when you can avoid it?"

Matsuda Jinping nodded in agreement: "..." Normal organization members should be somewhat resistant to pain, but it is normal for psychics to be like this. After all, they are sick or injured, so they can slip out of the shell and stay in the puppet, waiting for the body It's not hard to go back again, I'm quite envious when I think about it.

Um? Speaking of which, he has now become a ghost and has no body at all, as if he also enjoys similar treatment.

Matsuda Jinhei touched his chin, feeling a little complicated.

"Okay, let's go to work. It just so happens that Pu Siqinglan has a history of blowing up underground passages and setting fires in castles. You remember to imitate the style a bit." Jiang Xia patted him, reminding him to hurry up and continue to load bombs, "I Find a place to lie down."

Jiang Xia finally chose a corner near the light well.

After thinking about it, he pulled out a tube of anesthetic from his pocket.

Usually, he would actually bring a few tubes in secretalthough "Famous Detective Jiang Xia" didn't use this kind of thing, but anonymous people would use it.

He looked at his arm, which had suffered a lot today, carefully flipped through the fabric on his clothes, and found the small hole that was pierced by the Shi Kao soldiers in the underground passage just now. He followed that place and injected a little medicine for himself. .

A few ghosts lay beside him, watching that only one-tenth of the liquid in the needle was missing: ""

Jiang Xia confidently re-hide the syringe: "Just poke a hole for a while. If you punch too much, you'll fall asleepI'm asleep, how can you still create a puppet?"

Wutengu suddenly realized and nodded: I see, so thoughtful.

"..." The mermaid slapped its tail and couldn't help but show an indignant look in his eyes.

Jiang Xia ignored the small differences between the ghosts. Sitting on the ground, he looked up at the structure of the underground garage, while thinking about the murderous aura and shikigami gift packs that he would harvest when he and Shi Kaobing meet again tomorrow.

All preparations were made, and Jiang Xia began to quietly wait for the explosion.

Although the location where he destroyed the transmitter is still a few blocks away. However, with Conan and Kidd's open-ended reasoning ability, it shouldn't be difficult to find this, and the reasoning process won't take too long.

As I was thinking, my phone suddenly vibrated and I received an email.

Jiang Xia was startled: ...Huh? Yea, how could I forget about this.

Take out the phone and press the light to take a look. He found that the detective was much more flexible than he imagined.

-Conan did not rely on reasoning this time, but sent a message directly, he tentatively said: [Where are you? ]

Jiangxia: ""

... Pu Siqinglan is still not professional enough, so she didn't even search for her mobile phone. When he was a member of the outer circle, Vodka knew that he had to hand over his mobile phone before getting in the car.

But that's fine, he can spend a little less time in Rasputin's siege. The group of sculptures next to them are really irritating, and it's no wonder that Gin just strongly suggested blowing them up.

Jiang Xia stared at the phone for a while, then waited for a while, pretending that she had just revealed her position because of the vibration of the phone, and was working hard to move around, dealing with the gunman Pu Siqinglanalthough Shi Kaobing and her collection , At this time, it has been packed in a truck and is heading to the organization's base, but they don't know Conan. There are many large vehicles passing by on the road here, it is easy to be confused, and the problem is not big.