Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 1600

Chapter 1600 1600 [Jiang Xia’s Love Letter]

The mermaid always feels that someone is whispering behind her back.

She looked left and right, floated to Jiang Xia, followed the line of sight of the psychic master and looked out the window, and saw Jiang Xia caught a white and fat pigeon at some time.

Her attention suddenly drifted to the pigeon: [Do you want extra food? ]

Pigeon:”!!”

Jiang Xia glanced at this good dedicated pigeon, and let go of his hand sympathetically: [Compared to it, the energy core of its owner is more delicious. ]

The pigeon escaped unharmed, got up in a panic, and flew away.

Conan also noticed the movement here. He was about to get closer to see what Jiang Xia was concentrating on doing. As soon as he got to the window, he saw a pigeon crawling and flying away.

“White pigeon?” Conan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became alert, “Could it be Kidd’s eyeliner!”

Jiang Xia nodded: “It should be, it has a bug on its leg.”

Conan: “…?” Then why did you just let it go!

This sentence was not asked in the end, Conan silently covered his face: Oh, forget it. Jiang Xia has not been very active in catching the strange thief, probably because in his eyes, a strange thief like Kidd who steals and returns them is not a criminal.

Thinking of this, Conan looked back guiltily: “…” Fortunately, the Nakamori police department was still concentrating on chatting with Ms. Mu Shuli, and didn’t realize that Jiang Xia had just let go of the clue.

But looking at the white pigeon flying away, Conan still felt it was a pity, and jumped up and lay down on the window sill next to Jiang Xia: “Kidd is quite fond of his pigeons, if he catches one as a pigeon quality, he might be able to save his pigeons.” He tricked me out for a few words.”

Jiang Xia: “…” Good idea, write it down.

But on second thought, if you want to talk to Kidd about something, instead of catching pigeons, it is better to catch Kidd in the foggy dog’s vest.

After all, pigeons have their own wings and can flexibly move around in the air. They are so small that it is really difficult to catch them. But Kidd is different. His hang gliding wing is not so flexible to turn, and he can shoot people from the air with just a single wing. This skill seems useless.

Thinking about this, Jiang Xia silently crossed out the useless tricks he learned from Conan.

…

In the distance, there is a building that is on a rest day.

There should be no one in the office, but at this moment, a window was pushed open from the inside. Someone sat at the desk in a magpie’s nest, elegantly sipping freshly ground coffee, and at the same time raised his hand casually to catch the white pigeons that fell in from the window.

“Good job.” Kidd smiled, and as usual wanted to feed his hardworking subordinates some pigeon food. But his eyes fell on his pigeon, he was taken aback for a moment, and his smile disappeared, “What’s wrong, the hair is messed up like this.”

The pigeon landed on his lap, and Paji collapsed, as if he had endured too much.

Kidd: …?

…

In the lounge of the theater.

The Nakamori police department is in a state of blood, concentrating on discussing something with the crew.

But for others, the waiting process is a little boring.

Jiang Xia sat on the sofa and eavesdropped on their conversation when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the ghost next to him.

Matsuda Jinpei was sitting on the other side of the sofa, combing out the fluffy murderous smell of smoke. Suddenly aware of a line of sight, it turned its head and looked at Jiang Xia with some doubts: “?”

Jiang Xia reached out and took the murderous aura in front of it.

Then before Matsuda Jinpei came back to his senses, he picked up the ghost and threw it out the window.

Downstairs, in a nearby alley, a pool of shikigami has already piled up. The shikigami quickly gathered into puppet clay, and then together with Matsuda Jinpei who had just fallen, they piled up into a curly-haired man wearing sunglasses and a black suit.

Matsuda Jinpei pushed the sunglasses, and immediately hid in a corner where no one was paying attention, feeling a little dazed.

After a while, the voice of an unscrupulous psychic came from my mind: “Idle is idle, you ‘Uzo’ take the time to write a love letter. The recipient is Ireland, remember to choose a beautiful letter paper —It must make him feel that the sender is a lovely girl, his fan girl, who is deeply in love with him, so that he will be touched from the heart and desire for love after reading it.”

Matsuda Jinpei struggled to understand this series of orders, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

Write a love letter?

To Ireland?

And as a fan girl? ?

Not to mention whether it can be written or not… that big man who smells like cigarettes really has a fan girl? Does he believe it himself?

Matsuda Jinpei fell into deep thought, always feeling that this is not something a serious ghost should do.

However, while there is a lack of research on love letters. But think about it from another angle, according to its understanding of Jiang Xia…

Soon, Matsuda Jinpei felt that he gradually understood everything.

Matsuda Jinpei: “…” Although this order is a bit strange, but in a sense, its purpose is very easy to guess—probably just a boring psychic who wants to watch a little fun about Ireland, and by the way squeeze more from Ireland. A group of murderous spirits came out.

From this perspective, love letters are easy to write.

And it’s okay, Jiang Xia actually sent a foreign aid to it…

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei turned his head and looked at the Q version of Miss Spider sitting on his shoulder.

Miss Spider also turned her head and looked at him silently, a slight tangle flashed across her usually expressionless face—it seemed that this order was indeed a bit embarrassing, not only herself, but this colleague was also quite concerned about how to fulfill the requirements of the psychic master. troubled.

But no matter how bad you are, you still have to write.

The two ghosts efficiently obtained paper and pens, then found a hidden corner, and stared blankly at the paper in front of them.

Miss Spider thought for a while, then lifted the spider legs on her back and tapped Matsuda Jinhei’s head, and came up with an idea not quite sure: [If the words are not enough, use drawings to make up—draw a few more hearts, and bring more love to the recipient. visual impact. ]

Matsuda Jinpei nodded thoughtfully: [Like the fake love letter that Komatsu Jun received earlier? Indeed, as long as the letter paper is filled, it will appear sincere. ]

Speaking of this, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly had an inspiration: Yes, there was a ready-made example just now.

And after Xiao Songjun received the love letter, he looked really happy—if it didn’t work, he followed that template and borrowed flowers to present Buddha.

It flicked the pen in his hand and began to write vigorously.

…

The theater building, in the lounge.

Jiang Xia listened for a while, but didn’t hear anything useful, and although the people here came and went with murderous intent, there was no case happened for the time being.

Thinking for a moment, he simply threw the main body into the sofa in the corner, and then let the puppets gather outside, forming a shape of a dry cat.

Soon, Jiang Xia’s consciousness was possessed by this black cloud treading snow cat, and she walked towards her “Uzo” and “Secretary Uzo”, intending to see how their love writing was doing.

(end of this chapter)