Under Gin's watchful eye, Jiang Xia walked over to the Porsche and handed over Shiho Miyano's bag.
When he retracted his hand, his fingers hooked casually, stealing a bit of the murderous aura hanging from Gin.
If possible, Jiang Xia would also like to scour more.
But the murderous aura was not sothing that could be found by grabbing a lot. If you want to take it all, you must et certain conditions. Otherwise, only a tiny bit of that aura would be collected.
In this case, a fingertip hook, and a hand grab, got about the sa amount, but the latter might be shot in the head by the vigilant Gin, which was not worthwhile.
...
When Gin received the bag, He caught a glimpse of Jiang Xia's finger movent but didn't care.
When Jiang Xia handed him sothing and retracted his hand, he would hook it like that.
A few tis before, Gin was also secretly vigilant.
But later, as the number of tis increased, he guessed that it was so uncontrollable physical reaction, just like when a la walks, he couldn't help but turn around. Jiang Xia should be the sa - after all, he had operated on his left wrist. It is difficult to recover such a deep hole and delicate part of the hand after injury.
Gin briefly checked the bag, handed it to the car, and asked the bag's owner to check if there was any problem - when Shiho Miyano saw Jiang Xia just now, she had already rolled down the car window.
Shiho Miyano was a genius scientist in the organization, codenad "Shirley."
In the future, after taking poison and shrinking, she would probably change her na to "Ai Haibara."
Shirley had always been cold-hearted. But she didn't an to hide in the car to play mystery this ti. But when the robbers pushed her down, she sprained her ankle, making it difficult to get out of the car.
The bodyguard was a little away from her at that ti, and the reaction speed was slow. When the bodyguard returned to his senses, the passing bag thief had already disappeared.
It didn't matter if you lost money, but there were various docunts of Shirley in the bag, as well as the access card of the research institute, which must not be leaked.
The situation was urgent, but fortunately, the organization would lose so information every three or five tis. The bodyguards were experienced, so they took out their mobile phones and called Gin.
If you have so problem, search for the organization's model worker, and you would be alright.
After listening to what happened, Gin rembered that Jiang Xia was more familiar with this neighborhood, so he ca to Jiang Xia.
I didn't expect Jiang Xia to solve the case in seconds. However, this saved a lot of trouble, and the efficiency was much higher than when they squatted to find soone.
...
When Shirley looked at the docunts in her bag.
Jiang Xia secretly squeezed the fresh murderous aura he had just picked to prevent it from returning to the original owner.
On the surface, he reported very seriously:
"The bag thief is called Tomo Yamada. He has no fixed job. He makes a living by doing odd jobs and stealing and robbing. Two years ago, he rented a nearby haunted house at a low price, so he often spends his ti in Activities in this area - I don't think he ca for information, he should just want to rob money."
This sounded like an excuse for a bag thief.
But soon, Jiang Xia made it clear that he didn't an this:
"He's in 2-cho, 21st, 305th, and he'll be dizzy for about half an hour. It's very heavy, and it's too conspicuous to carry him all the way, so I didn't bring him here... Don't worry, when you leave, you can drop by there and take people back for torture."
Gin nodded both praise and criticism.
Jiang Xia didn't kill people imdiately, and it was barely considered thoughtful. However, since the bag thief was a habitual offender in this area, maybe so passers-by who witnessed the robbery knew him.
If today, the bag thief suddenly corpses on the spot, then the "Shirley" he just robbed may be associated with this murder case and cause trouble - after all, Shirley was a beautiful half-breed with a temperant. She had unique characteristics, and you could rember her long after a glance.
Gin: "..." However, even so, those who robbed the organization's secrets must die.
Thinking of this, Gin gave Jiang Xia a task: "You stare at him for the past few days, and he will die unexpectedly within a week..."
"Cough cough." Shirley in the car suddenly cleared her throat.
Although the expression was euphemistic, the aning was obvious: change soone.
"..." Gin frowned and bit the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Xia always felt that a sentence from Comrade Model Worker lips, "Won are too complicated."
But in the end, Gin swallowed the words again.
... The will of a precious genius scientist like Shirley was worth referring to. Besides, it was not a big deal.
Gin then found his mobile phone, sent a ssage, and chose another tool person.
Then he looked up at Jiang Xia: "It's alright, you can go back."
"Okay." Jiang Xia nodded and turned to leave.
At this mont, Shirley suddenly stopped him and handed out a bag from the car.
Jiang Xia recognized the contents of the bag at a glance.
Tonic.
For headaches, very useful.
Shirley's tonic was self-made, the only one in the world. She liked to put so of this stuff in a box and mail it to Jiang Xia alone before, but Jiang Xia refused all of them.
Jiang Xia didn't actually hate Shiho Miyano.
Judging from a bit of mory he analyzed, Jiang Xia Kirishi had no resentnt towards her either.
In the car accident that Jiang Xia's parents encountered, the couple and Shirley were in a dangerous state of being crushed into a at pie when the truck ca over.
At that ti, the couple suddenly pushed Shirley out of the rolling range, delaying a little ti to escape.
But in fact, judging from the images of the car accident at the ti, even without the action of "pushing Shirley," it was still difficult for them to escape from the back.
It was more like a targeted murder than an accident.
So it was not Shirley's fault for this incident.
However, I didn't bla her, which doesn't an I have to post it and maintain a good relationship with her. In my impression, before the car accident, although Shirley and Jiang Xia Kirishi knew each other, they didn't know each other well and didn't have much communication.
Jiang Xia feels that this relationship was perfect, and there was no need to go further - Shirley was the core mber of the organization. However, there were many troubles and troubleso people around her. And Jiang Xia was a hapless psychic without ghosts. So he now wanted to maintain a peaceful life.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the beautiful Shirley inside the Porsche and the lovely but not cute supplents in her hand, and did not reach out to pick them up.
Just politely declined: "No need, you are too polite."
Shirley's hand holding the bag stiffened slightly.
After a short pause, she withdrew her hands expressionlessly, threw the dicine bag back on the seat, put her arms around her chest, and didn't turn her head away.
And then turned her gaze uneasy.
Her gaze stopped on Jiang Xia's left wristband. She quickly moved away and said in a cold voice,
"I heard from Dr. Kazuto that you didn't return to the clinic on tithe next appointnt is on the 23rd, rember that."
"Dr. Kazuto" was a doctor in the Psychology Departnt of Tokyo Hospital.
When Gin, next to her heard this, his eyes turned back and forth between Jiang Xia and Shirley.
He had never felt that Jiang Xia had a problem before. I suddenly heard "doctor" at this ti, and then I realized that this helpful peripheral mber had not yet recovered.
In a deep voice, Gin said, "We don't need an indefinite ti bomb that can die at any ti. If one day you can't perform the task because of your ntality - human experints are just short of materials."
"..." Jiang Xia glanced at the increasing murderous aura on him and nodded slightly, "I know."
Gin didn't say any more.
He did feel that Jiang Xia was a useful subordinate, but it was only helpful, not irreplaceable. So it was enough to remind Shirley to "seek dical attention in ti."
...
Retrieved Shirley's bag, Both Gin and Vodka, returned to the car, and the three quickly left.
Jiang Xia pretended to watch for a while.
After the black Porsche turned the corner, Jiang Xia turned around and left, heading straight for his motorcycle.
In the past, he might stay for a while, looking carefully at where Gin had stayed to see if there was any extra murderous aura.
But since last week, Gin was no longer his only hope of activating his abilities.
That's right, now, Jiang Xia had a new goal.
It was a young idol who had recently beco popular, Yoko Okino.
Jiang Xia went out today and actually planned to find Yoko Okino.
Only halfway was pulled by Gin to be a tool man.
Fortunately, things were resolved quickly, so there was no need to delay the business until the next ti.
...
The matter of replacing the "Activated Goldfinger" should start from last week.
When Jiang Xia ca ho from school and passed by the ho appliance store, he casually glanced at the display TV in the window and stopped.
On the TV, Yoko Okino's cooking show was playing.
Jiang Xia saw that she was holding a translucent crystal bracelet-like thing around her wrist.
The "bracelet" was wriggling slightly, and a human figure could be vaguely seen.
Jiang Xia recognized it imdiately: this quivering thing turned out to be the "the child ghost" he had been looking for for a long ti.
But much smaller than regular ghosts.
It's normal. How could two hands be so big together? But this one was extraordinarily small, maybe because it was just an embryo when it died.
But it was already pretty good.
Ghost fetuses or known as the child ghost were the best dium for psychics to exert their power; even in previous lives, they were rare and sought-after. Without it, the psychic would be as miserable as a summoner with 0 summonable.
After a year, Jiang Xia was relieved and moved when he finally saw the ghost.
The god of luck did not leave.
He was still him, that witty and handso European Emperor.
...
Jiang Xia recalled the ghosts on TV and soon found where he parked his motorcycle.
At this mont, his cell phone rang suddenly.
The technological line in this world was chaotic, sotis advancing and sotis reversing, without any regularity.
Jiang Xia was currently using one of the most ordinary 3G mobile phones.
He stepped on the motorcycle, glanced at the caller ID, and picked up the phone: "I have sothing to do just now. I will be there soon."
An excited voice vaguely ca from the phone: "Okay, brother!"
Jiang Xia didn't speak anymore, hung up the phone, wearing a helt, and left.
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