Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 236: How can a detective hit someone? Please

Chapter 236 How can a detective beat someone? Please vote for me (〃)

Sawaki Kouki was startled for a moment, then nodded towards them and gave up some space.

 When he turned around, he showed a sneer from an angle invisible to Jiang Xia and Conan, and it flashed away.

 “That’s a lot of wine.” Conan followed Jiang Xia and Sawaki Noir and walked past countless full wine cabinets. He couldn’t help but mutter, “How long will it take to drink this?”

Jiang Xia thought of the huge bookcase in Kudo's house: "You have so many books, haven't you read them all?"

Conan: "..." To be honest, he hasn't finished reading yet...

Of course it's hard to admit this kind of thing, but fortunately, there is Tajiki Sawaki next to him. Conan took advantage of the situation and showed a child's tone, saying the lines that a child should say: "Haha, there are so many books, a primary school student can't read them all... huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fake smile on Conan's face suddenly stopped and he looked forward.

—He suddenly felt a flash of silver passing through his field of vision. If you look carefully, you will see that there is an extremely thin steel wire stretched across the adult at the calf level.

"…"What is this?

While questions emerged in his mind, Conan suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he blurted out: "Stop!"

"What?" Sawaki Koi seemed not to react. He looked back at Conan as he walked and bumped into the section of steel wire.

 The steel wire moved it through countless mechanisms. A tight bowstring sound suddenly sounded, which was particularly harsh in the closed wine warehouse.

—There is a crossbow mechanism behind you!

Conan was suddenly startled when he thought of Jiang Xia behind them: "Be careful!"

The sharp crossbow arrow struck instantly. Conan couldn't see its shadow at all, and only heard a burst of sound.

At this moment, Jiang Xia raised his hand at a speed that he could not see clearly. The crossbow arrow with a fierce speed was like a piece of flying cotton wool, and he caught it casually in his hand.

Under the shocked gazes of the two people behind him, Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the murderous weapon.

 Then he looked at the direction it was flying from and said calmly: "There is no one over there... It seems that this is a trigger mechanism that was arranged in advance. It seems that the person who left the letter has a big problem."

 Conan, who is already reviewing methods to stop bleeding: “…”

Although he doesn't know why, he always forgets the setting "Jiang Xia is actually very good at fighting". But this time...if I read it correctly, the arrow was shot from behind Jiang Xia.

 …can you catch this too?

Conan looked at Jiang Xia, who was unscathed, and then at the arrow in his hand. Apart from admiration, he was also a little envious.

Had he had such a skill back then, he might not have had to suffer the sap from Gin when he was near the amusement park, and he wouldn't have had to be shrunk like he is now.

Conan: "..." Why didn't he follow this group of disciples and learn fighting skills before?

 Now I regret it, very much.   …

"what happened?!"

The sound of the crossbow being fired, as well as Conan and Sawaki's exclamations, quickly attracted others.

The Mumu Police Department saw the arrow in Jiang Xia's hand clearly and was suddenly shocked: "This is the same as the one that the attacker shot into my stomach before! I heard that Dr. A Li was also attacked by it."

Jiang Xia handed the metal arrow to the Mumu Police Department and came to the end of the corridor.

He looked at the crossbow hidden inside and the "Eight of Spades" placed next to the crossbow, and thought thoughtfully: "It should be the same attacker."

 Police and detectives discussed the attack in hushed tones. Sawaki Koji stood beside him with an ugly expression on his face.

The Mumu Police Department saw his appearance and patted him comfortingly: "It seems this is a trap for you. Fortunately, you are lucky and you happen to be with Jiang Xia."

Shido Nagaaki looked at Jiang Xia in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be quite powerful. I've read the reports about you, and I thought you were a purely cerebral detective who doesn't know how to fight."

"I really don't know how to fight." Jiang Xia said seriously, "I was just lucky. I just grabbed it casually, but I didn't expect to catch it by chance."

 …he didn’t want to expose that.

—The cases that Jiang Xia comes across are often sudden, and few media are present in advance.

Since the police discovered that the prisoners taken over from Jiang Xia were more or less humanoid, certain police officers rarely let reporters into the scene immediately out of consideration for protecting minors and protecting the reputation of detectives. .

 The result of this is that there are very few media who know that Jiang Xia likes to knock people out and is good at knocking people out.

I heard that a tabloid once got the inside story from somewhere and tried to criticize this kind of abuse of prisoners and lack of humane care.

However, after the report was published, it failed to cause society to think about the ethics of detectives as expected. Instead, only letters of protest and unsubscription notices came like a snowflake.

 The innocent tabloid was criticized for making things up out of nothing, using imprecise wording, and deliberately distorting and misleading the truth—how could a high school detective who hates evil beat someone for no reason?

Even if he was beaten, it must be because the prisoner was too cruel and Jiang Xia had no choice but to defend himself.

Otherwise, what else can we do? Do we have to be beaten by the prisoners?

 …

Therefore, few reporters mentioned these things later. When writing about Jiangxia, they only focused on restoring those cases with fancy techniques.

 In the final analysis, the audience of detective newspapers in this world is more concerned about the quality of the case. As long as the method is novel enough and the narrative is eye-catching enough, it doesn't really matter whether the detective who solves the case is a ruthless mole-beating machine in private, or a good person who is used to having long conversations with criminals.

  That’s okay. Jiang Xia secretly thought: Otherwise, if the prisoners turned around and ran away when they saw him, how could he stay at the scene and happily murderous?

 (End of this chapter)