ebonymovies Chapter 1381 1381 [You are finished! 】
Chapter 1381 1381 [You are finished! 】
Chapter 1381 1381 [You are finished! 】
Pusi Qinglan: "..." I didn't expect Jiang Xia to think of "Shi Kaobing" so quickly... No matter how she looks at it, as long as she wants to spend the future in peace, she must not let this detective live.
...but he couldn't kill him.
The ideal and the reality were briefly in conflict, Pusi Qinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
I don't know how much willpower was consumed, but she gradually had a new idea:
In 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 threw him in the incinerator and watched him burn to ashes, or cut into pieces.Maybe this terrible undead will never come back to life?
Thinking of this, Pusi Qinglan suddenly realized something: No wonder she always felt that some steps were vaguely familiar.Thinking about it carefully, the ancestor she admired, Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin, seemed to have had a similar experience!
It is said that Rasputin has magical powers that are difficult for ordinary people to reach.One year before the revolution, the princes and parliamentarians of Tsarist Russia conspired to assassinate him, but it is said that the assassination process was very bumpy—they first lured Rasputin over, invited him to eat a cake mixed with a lot of potassium cyanide, and The same poisoned wine, but Rasputin ate it, but there was no reaction.
The few people who tried to murder peacefully looked at each other for a moment, and had no choice but to use force.The prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell to the ground in response, but he quickly got up and escaped. Bring down the murder target again.
But even so, Rasputin still did not die, until nearly 10 minutes after being thrown into the glacier, he finally died.And this "demon monk" didn't like to take a bath when he was alive. 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 Pusi Qinglan recalled this incident, she could only think of her admiration for this magical ancestor and her resentment towards those who conspired to kill him.
But this time, Pusi Qinglan unconsciously put her focus on another place.
——As long as you find the right weakness, no matter how terrifying a person is, it's not impossible to kill them.
And having a strong ability to survive does not mean that there is a strong attack power.Jiang Xia was killed twice by her, but she hasn't taken any action yet.Maybe it's not because of his kindness, but because he can't kill people... Comparing the two sides, she has the opportunity to try again and again, but Jiang Xia can only wait passively. From this point of view, she has the advantage!
Pusi Qinglan: "..." Rasputin died of flooding, but this experience cannot be replicated—Jiang Xia seems to be particularly unafraid of water. The first time he passed by a boat, he was soaked in water and was cyanided not long ago. Potassium poison was thrown into the water, and he came up unharmed.So no water.
So why not go the other way and try flaming?And burying, and cutting with metal blades...
Pusi Qinglan: "..." Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia also have that invincible physique?
None of her descendants could inherit the magic power of their ancestors, but Jiang Xia actually has... But he obviously doesn't have Rasputin's blood, plus he is not afraid of water, maybe Jiang Xia is the successor of another school of magic power.
It may have been extremely depressed just now.
Now that she has a support in her heart, Pusi Qinglan seems to be relieved of a heavy burden.
In addition to killing Jiang Xia, she immediately thought of another thing, and a little greedy light flashed in her eyes: if, if she could get the magical power from Jiang Xia to herself, then she could be with her for the last time. Worship the ancestors the same!
……
Next to him, Jiang Xia was still watching the reasoning of the Mumu Police Department.At this time, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong fragrance.
——I don’t know why, that delicious thief once again ignited her fighting spirit, and the faint murderous spirit around her boiled, like a pot of settled soup, the soup was rich, sweet and sour.
"!" Jiang Xia was stunned, instinctively wanted to turn his head to look at it, and even wanted to grab it.
But before he acted, remembering the third murderous aura that he was almost aborted, he rationally stopped his movements and stood still, as if he hadn't noticed anything: "..." Don't look around.What if the murderous aura that took so long to grow is lost?
As an experienced and mature psychic, at this time, you have to behave like an ordinary person with nothing but fate.so long...
As Jiang Xia thought about it, she forced herself to keep her eyes straight and concentrate on the unattractive Mumu Police Department, maintaining a normal mind.
He looked at the Mumu police department and felt hairy: Jiang Xia is rarely so serious. Could it be that Shi Kaobing, the vicious and vicious thief with a great reputation and countless lives on his hands, really got mixed into this ship?
"Why did that kind of international thief suddenly appear here?" Mumu Police Department wiped the sweat from his forehead, and still felt that things were very dreamy. In addition, he had some other questions, "However, this still can't explain why the deceased's ring Nishino-san's room, and Nishino-san's pen is in the dead man's room."
Jiang Xia vaguely felt that he was asking herself a question, and said casually: "That's another matter."
Mumu Police Department: "..." Why did you become a riddle man after going out, don't learn from those riddle man 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.
Conan, however, heard the words of the police department and 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 year round, and the deceased's uncle was a freelance photographer. He also has many works shot abroad. Maybe you are outside met."
"Have you met abroad?" Masato Nishino actually didn't like to remember things that had nothing to do with work.
But this time, the incident involved a murder case, and what was even more unfortunate was that he himself was regarded as a suspect.
Masato Nishino could only bet on his own innocence, pinched his forehead and tried to recall: "Abroad, photography, photography... Ah, I remembered! No wonder I always think he looks familiar!"
"Huh?" Mu Mu Police Department was startled, then turned to look at him again, and asked proficiently, "Tell me in detail."
Secretary Nishino sighed: "Three years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I passed by a village that was hit by fire. At that time, there was a four or five-year-old little girl wearing tattered pajamas , stood beside the ruins and kept crying..."
(End of this chapter)