Chapter 2962 2966 [Escorting Pistol]

“…” Jiang Xia looked back with an innocent look: maybe he was in a hurry, or maybe he subconsciously felt that he had already said it once. What Officer Takagi told him just now was not as detailed as when he stated it to Conan.

As an ordinary detective who had nothing to do with the mastermind behind the scenes, Jiang Xia could only raise his hand to move Officer Takagi's path-dependent brain: "Think about it yourself, among the three suspects, is there any man who has some special habits that only women have."

"Women's special habits..." Officer Takagi thought anxiously, but the more anxious he was, the more blank his mind became. He even started to think wildly while playing romantic music - if he couldn't solve the case, he couldn't leave here to go to Officer Sato's blind date venue. If he couldn't get to the venue in time, Officer Sato would have a romantic date with Officer Shiratori on Valentine's Day...

He subconsciously looked at the watch, trying to determine the specific time of sunset. At this moment, Takagi Shizuo stared at the watch on his wrist and was stunned.

"...I understand!" Suddenly, Officer Takagi excitedly said, "Watch, it's a watch! I understand everything!"

Jiang Xia nodded slightly, revealing a teachable smile of relief.

...

When the enthusiastic detective played the crime-solving game with the police.

On the other side, a fake secretary was carrying the mini-pistol entrusted by the psychic master, avoiding the busy streets and walking low-key all the way to Beihua Town.

At the same time, opposite an apartment building along the way.

Hashimoto Maya was wearing a suit, sitting in a cafe like a decent person, talking to a building materials merchant.

Suddenly, he moved his peripheral vision and felt that a worrying figure was walking along the street outside.

Hashimoto Maya looked over there according to his intuition. The next moment, he stood up suddenly, revealing a solemn expression like a middle school student who suddenly saw the dean when skipping class.

The building materials dealer opposite was stunned: "Mr. Hashimoto? What happened?"

"Keep your voice down!" Hashimoto Maya hurriedly stopped him, fearing that he would disturb the people outside. At the same time, he also held the coffee cup and sat back in his original position in a low-key and uneasy manner.

However, although he sat back, his mind was no longer on buying building materials.

"Isn't this Uzo's subordinate?" Hashimoto Maya rubbed his eyes, "This dress, this momentum, this face... I am sure I am not mistaken."

I just don't know why, this black-clad secretary seems to be a little different from before. She used to be elegant and calm, and under her plain appearance, she had a kind of indifference and arrogance that treated everyone as air. But today, she has a blank expression on her face, as if she is faintly protecting her waist, and her body seems to be emitting a murderous aura that will kill anyone who dares to stand in her way.

"What happened?" All of a sudden, every cell in Hashimoto Maya's body tensed up, "Could it be that Lord Usa has some very important action today?"

While thinking, he took out his mobile phone and quickly checked his email, call list and other communication software.

However, unlike what he imagined - none of the messages were sent by Usa or anyone related to him.

"I really scared myself..." Hashimoto Maya breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he remembered something and sucked it all back.

"There is a big operation but I am not called. Have I become a marginal person in the Wuzo team without knowing it, ready to be eliminated at the end at any time?"

His heart was pounding, and he could only comfort himself: "No, I can't be so pessimistic-except for this secretary, didn't I see other colleagues? Maybe this mission is just top-secret, and there is no place for peripheral members like me."

"And..."

He looked at the supplier with a big belly opposite, and his heart was slightly relieved: "And I am not slacking off, I am also working. Speaking of which, my efficiency is a bit low recently, I have to speed up..."

...

When a model employee is seriously spurring himself.

Outside, Miss Spider walked along the sidewalk at a fast pace.

She didn't take a car, because the series of experiences accumulated by following her master told her that once there was a car accident or murder or a bomb was installed in the car, then as a limited passenger in the car, she would inevitably be noticed by the police or passers-by... just like countless members of the organization before.

Although she was a piece of puppet clay, she could run away with the shikigami that made up her body at any time, but if that happened... the gun in her arms would have to be left at the scene.

As a dedicated and reliable adult ghost, Miss Spider was determined to eliminate the possibility of such unprofessionalism.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one look!

In short, after thinking about it, it was safer to walk back from the street than to take public transportation - this way, no matter what happened, she could slip away in time before the surroundings were blocked, and the route was more flexible.

Nothing happened all the way here, which seemed to prove that her decision was right. Miss Spider touched the mini pistol entrusted to her by the psychic master through her clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief with a sense of accomplishment.

However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, a scream of "Ouch!" came from the side, followed by a series of clanging noises.

"?!" Miss Spider looked back alertly and saw two movers lifting a sofa down from a furniture truck on the side of the road. When she passed by, one of them was so stunned by her that his foot slipped and the long fabric sofa rolled off the car.

…If it was just a sofa, it would be fine. But when it tilted, everyone present clearly saw that an old lady fell out of the hole under the cushion.

Her stiff body rolled twice and stopped right in front of Miss Spider, and a slightly stiff hand just grabbed her ankle.

Miss Spider: "…"

Two porters: "…"

Hashimoto Maya in the cafe across the street: "…"

Walking peacefully on the road, a murder case suddenly fell from the sky. Feeling the stiff and firm touch on the ankle, a reliable adult ghost fell into panic for a short time.

But soon, Miss Spider remembered the instructions from the psychic master along the tattoo before she walked away. Jiang Xia's gentle and steady voice replayed in his mind: "If you are involved in a case, don't panic. When the case just happened, the police are often not at the scene. You just need to leave before they arrive, just like Gin did when he silenced him before.

"After that, when the police find the real murderer, they will naturally not continue to pursue an ordinary passerby who left in a hurry.

"Also, there may be a detective around the murder scene. No matter how skilled that person is or whether you know him or not, just leave this mess to him first. When you get home, send me the address and I'll go over and deal with it as soon as possible."