The Corpse Collector In Conan

Chapter 18: Don't Eat Soft Rice From Rich Women (1)

Toru Amuro actually had met Jiang Xia and knows that he was from the organization.

As a busy full-time member, he occasionally used peripheral members.

About a year ago, the two had brief contact during a mission.

Amuro felt that he could remember Jiang Xia from a group of peripheral members, so it was impossible for Jiang Xia to not remember a regular member with blond hair and black skin with a very distinctive appearance.

Therefore, Toru Amuro felt that Jiang Xia had a big suspicion.

Most peripheral members were afraid of the cadres. How could it be possible to come to him to find a part-time job, and even after he made it clear that he would see off the guests, he refused to leave?

... Suspicious, it was too suspicious.

In any case, you couldn't let people go without asking.

Thinking of this, Amuro revealed a gloomy sneer unique to the villain. Holding the gun, he approached with a sense of oppression: "Who sent you here? Are you the lackey from the police?"

Remnant souls were born with resentment, and this resentment was very specific - it would point to the murderer who killed them.

Coupled with the characteristics of the psychic teacher itself. After death, they were able to maximize the advantages of their spirit bodies.

In other words, whoever dares to kill the psychic in person, the success rate of the psychic in snatching the murderer's body would be ridiculously high.

It's just that changing the body was very damaging to the soul. And the ghosts would also slip away because they were over-squeezed and the contract became void.

So psychics tried their best to avoid death.

***

Jiang Xia: "..." There are a few words, but he couldn't spit them out.

But Jiang Xia understood, what Toru Amuro said was equivalent to a warning.

A peripheral member trespassed on Bourbon's territory without authorization, this behaviour was suspicious enough.

If Jiang Xia couldn't give a reasonable explanation, even if Toru Amuro treated him as a "running dog sent by the enemy to spy on intelligence" and killed him on the spot, no one would be able to hold him accountable.

Peripheral members without a code name were so easy to lead, and they were only a cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

But it was alright.

The one in front was a bottle of fake wine.

There was little chance of a shot being fired.

Moreover, with a ghost in hand, Jiang Xia was actually not very afraid of death.

Or, strictly speaking, as a serious psychic who had passed the professional level, he was not afraid of "being killed by people".

But now, Jiang Xia only had one ghost. Even if he was killed, he would not lose much.

In addition, every time he met Gin, he would be pointed with a gun by Gin for a while... To be honest, he was used to it.

Facing a loaded gun, Jiang Xia was in a good mood:

"No one assigned me, I found it myself. I want to find a relatively stable source of income.

"In the past, I offended some nearby people because of the organisation's tasks. They don't dare to look for me head-on, they just keep playing dirty - no matter where I go to work, it won't be long before they smashed it down. If the number of times is too high, no boss will dare to hire me. "

Jiang Xia said with a sigh: "I can only go to work in faraway places now, after deducting travel expenses, the salary is very small, and not enough for living expenses. "

***

Toru Amuro was also a person who often worked part-time.

Of course, the purpose was different from Jiang Xia: Toru Amuro had no demand for salary, mainly to collect information.

But the difficulties encountered in finding a job were actually similar.

After hearing Jiang Xia's story, he didn't know why, it was very substituting.

As he listened, Amuro unknowingly loosened his hand holding the gun... This peripheral member was too miserable.

But when Jiang Xias voice stopped, he suddenly felt something was wrong: "Organization..."

"The organization gave me very few tasks." Jiang Xia shook his head lightly, lowering his head, "A member with a code name thinks that I have mental problems and cannot be stimulated, so he rarely arranges work for me. If I can't find a stable part-time job, I had no choice but to sell my parent's house. But that was the last thing they left..."

Toru Amuro: "..." Was it really, really that difficult?

However, when it came to psychological problems and not being given a job...

Toru Amuro suddenly thought, this "code-name member" must be referring to Shirley.