Chapter 1381: 1381 [You have finished speaking! 】
Pu Siqinglan: "..." I didn't expect Jiang Xia to think of "Shi Kaobing" so quickly... No matter what aspect she looks at, as long as she wants to live in peace, she must never let this detective live.
…but he couldn’t kill him.
Ideal and reality were briefly in conflict, Pu Siqinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
I don't know how much willpower was consumed, and she gradually had new ideas:
During the two murders she carried out, Jiang Xia's body did not seem to have suffered extensive damage, so each "resurrection" seemed so logical.
…if you throw him in an incinerator and watch him burn to ashes, or cut into pieces. Maybe this terrifying undead will never come back to life?
Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan suddenly realized something: No wonder she always felt that some steps were familiar. Come to think of it, the ancestor she adored, Gregory Yefimovich Rasputin, seems to have had a similar experience!
It is said that Rasputin has magical powers that are unmatched by ordinary people. A year before the revolution, the Tsarist princes, members of parliament and others conspired to assassinate him, but it is said that the assassination was a very bumpy process - several people first lured Rasputin over and invited him to eat cakes laced with a lot of potassium cyanide, and the same of poisoned wine, but Rasputin did not respond after eating it.
The people who tried to murder peacefully looked at each other for a moment, and had to use force. The prince drew a gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell to the ground, but he quickly got up and fled. The congressman chased out and shot him three more times. One of the shots hit Rasputin in the right eye. Bring down the murder target again.
But even so, Rasputin didn't die until nearly ten minutes after being thrown into the glacier, he finally died. And this "demon monk" didn't like to take a bath during his lifetime. He always said that taking a bath would destroy his mana. Therefore, some people believed that the water from the glacier destroyed Rasputin's mana, which finally killed him.
...In the past, when Pu Si Qinglan recalled this incident, only his admiration for this miraculous ancestor and his resentment for those who conspired to kill him could only come into his mind.
But this time, Pu Si Qinglan's focus was unconsciously placed in another place.
—As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how terrifying a person is, it is not impossible to kill.
And having a strong survivability does not mean that it has a strong attack power. Jiang Xia was killed twice by her, but she has yet to take any action. Maybe it's not because of his kindness, but because he can't kill people... Comparing the two sides, he has the opportunity to try again and again, but Jiang Xia can only passively wait. From this point of view, she has the advantage!
Pu Siqinglan: "..." Rasputin died of flooding, but this experience cannot be replicated - Jiang Xia seems to be particularly not afraid of water. The first time he passed by the boat, he was immersed in water, and he was poisoned by potassium cyanide not long ago. Kill was thrown into the water, and he came up unscathed. So don't use water.
So why don't you turn it around and try burning with flames? And burial, and metal blade cutting…
Pu Siqinglan: "..." Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia have such an undead physique?
None of her descendants has inherited the mana of her ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually has... But he obviously doesn't have Rasputin's blood, plus he's not afraid of water, maybe Jiang Xia is a descendant of another school of mana.
may have been suppressed to the extreme just now.
Now that he has a support in his heart, Pu Siqinglan seems to have lifted the burden.
In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she also immediately thought of another thing, and a little greed flashed in her eyes: If, if she could bring the magical power of Jiang Xia to herself, then she would be able to get the best of her. The ancestors of worship are the same!
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Next to , Jiang Xia was still watching the reasoning of the Mumu Police Department. At this moment, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong aroma.
—I don’t know why, the delicious thief once again ignited her fighting spirit, and her body boiled with a faint murderous aura, like a pot of precipitation soup, the soup is rich, sweet and sour.
"!" Jiang Xia was startled, instinctively wanted to turn his head to look, and wanted to take a stab at it.
But before he acted, he remembered the third murderous aura that was almost stillborn, he stopped his movements rationally, stood there and didn't move, as if he didn't notice anything: "..." Don't look around. The murderous aura that has finally grown, what if I lose it again?
As an experienced and mature psychic, at this time, you have to act like an ordinary person who has nothing but fate. so long...
Jiang Xia forced himself not to look sideways while thinking, and focused on the unattractive Mumu Police Department, maintaining a normal mind.
Mumu's police department was trembling when he looked at it: Jiang Xia is rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, the murderous thief with a famous name and countless lives on his hands, really sneaked into this ship?
"Why does that kind of international thief suddenly appear here?" Mumu police department wiped the sweat from his forehead, but still felt that things were very dreamy, and he had some other questions, "However, this still can't explain, why the ring of the deceased It's in Mr. Nishino's room, and Mr. Nishino's pen is in the room of the deceased."
Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking himself a question, and said casually: "This is another matter."
Mumu Police Department: "..." Why did you become a riddleman after going out, don't learn crooked from those riddleman detectives!
He was a little tired, so he could only ask: "Tell me in detail?"
Jiang Xia was still a little absent-minded, and seemed to be thinking about other issues.
On the contrary, when Conan heard the police department's words, he enthusiastically extended a helping hand.
He turned to Secretary Nishino: "Uncle Nishino, do you really not know the deceased? - I heard that you lived overseas all the year round, and the uncle of the deceased was a freelance photographer, and he also had a lot of works shot abroad. Maybe you met outside. been."
"Have you met abroad?" Nishino Masato actually doesn't like to remember these things that are not related to work.
But this time, the matter involved a murder case, and even more unfortunate is that he himself was regarded as a suspect.
Nishino can only bet on his innocence, pinching his forehead and trying to recall: "Overseas, photography, photography... Ah, I remember it! No wonder I always think he looks familiar!"
"Huh?" The Mumu police department was startled, then turned to look at him, and asked skillfully, "Tell me in detail."
Secretary Nishino sighed: "Three years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I once passed a village that was hit by fire. At that time, there was a little girl of four or five years old, wearing pajamas that had been burned to tatters. , standing beside the ruins and crying..."