Jiang Xia gently removed the dead leaves and stared at a half-dry mud shoe print on the ground.
The owner of the footprint was around 28 cm, and the number of shoes commonly used in Japan was 26,5 cm. The footprint was a non-slip thread, and the edges were worn.
There were other similar footprints ahead.
Jiang Xia knew that a thief actually stepped on this.
Today, Jiang Xia was ready to go out and wanted to do his own big business.
Who would have thought that halfway through, he was suddenly called away by his boss - an important researcher's bag in the organization was robbed. So, Jiang Xia's boss, the model worker with the code name "Gin" remembered that Jiang Xia was within this area. So he was temporarily assigned to look for the bag.
Jiang Xia stopped riding the motorcycle and followed the muddy footprints on the ground.
A woman's cold voice came from the earphones on the cheek: "The robber is half a head taller than me, the hair on the edge is highlighted red, and there is a burn scar on the back of the right hand near the thumb."
Shiho Miyano described it in detail and a calm tone. And there was no turbulence. She didn't sound like someone who had just been robbed of her bag and pushed to the ground.
"I see." Jiang Xia knew all about the people in this area. As soon as he heard that the thief's red hair was scalded, he had already identified the rascal.
He estimated the distance: "I should be able to get the bag back. It won't take too long. Give me 5 minutes."
Shiho Miyano said, "um."
After hesitating, she wanted to add, "pay attention to safety."
But when she opened her mouth again, the phone had been hung up, and there was a short "beep" sound from the other side, and it was quiet again.
"..."
Shiho Miyano silently looked at the darkened mobile phone screen.
When Jiang Xia answered the phone calls from Gin or other cadres, he always waited for the other party to hang up first, but not this time.
Although this can also be explained by "time pressure."
But Shiho Miyano always felt that the truth was because Jiang Xia didn't want to listen to her voice for a second.
...
Jiang Xia didn't understand other people's complicated feelings. He just wanted to hurry up, finish this overtime work, and do his business.
He took off his earphones, put them in his pockets, turned a few intersections along the street, and came to an old three-story apartment.
The apartment building was painted green, with a thick barbed wire fence and a worn lockable unit door. Well, the security conditions were not bad.
Yet, it could only defend against a legal citizen.
Jiang Xia glanced over a row of mailboxes and confirmed The Red Haired Man's room number.
Then he climbed the thick barbed wire that was very friendly to thieves all the way to the top, stepped on the edge of the grid, and flipped lightly into the balcony on the third floor, intending to make a righteous charge on The Red Hair Man.
Jiang Xia was an ordinary transmigrator who was called Jiang Xia in his previous life.
After transmigration, he found out the new body had the same name, "Jiang Xia," but the surname was added, making it sound like a Japanese name, "Jiang Xia Kirishi." but it still rang a little strange.
The original owner's mental state was not very healthy. So when Jiang Xia came, his wrist was cut in half, and he almost died on the first day.
In contrast, Jiang Xia Kirishi left behind a well-trained physique, with strength and reaction speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.
This gave Jiang Xia some comfort.
...
Although the movement of his left hand was a little slow, Jiang Xia had some skill bonus, and in less than five seconds, he landed on the balcony of Hong Mao's house.
Inside the house, Hong Mao was sitting in front of the TV with his back to Jiang Xia. He laughed and cracked at the funny variety show while counting the banknotes in his hand.
The TV volume was loud. Jiang Xia gently pushed open the sliding door, walked behind Hong Mao, and slashed down with a knife.
Hong Mao's laughter stopped abruptly. Red hair flutters.
The PRADA women's handbag on his lap also fell to the ground.
In the world before Jiangxia, it was a matter of luck to chop people with a knife - with good luck, you can stun people, and with bad luck, you can send people directly to the crematorium.
But in Conan World, there was no case of death with a knife. It seems that everyone has a switch on the side of their neck, and they could faint with one click.
Jiang Xia bypassed the fainted red hair, picked up the scattered money, gathered it, put it back into Shiho Miyano's wallet, and left with the bag.
When walking out of the apartment door, Jiang Xia glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, 15:49:57.
There were still more than forty seconds before the "five minutes" promised by Miyano Shi.
Jiang Xia then rubbed the stray cats passing by for a while to pass the time. Finally, after five minutes, the phone rang.
Gin sent the address of the meeting.
Jiang Xia had just finished reading the email, which was automatically deleted. And, like the call record just now, it was gone.
"..."
This code-name cadre was obviously very strong, but he was too cautious....
Jiang Xia shook his head, stood up, identified the location, carried Shiho Miyano's bag, and walked to the place that Gin said.
The Black Organization, as the boss-level villain organization in the world of Conan, had always left the impression of code-name members as mysterious, hidden, and vicious.
According to Jiang Xia's observations during this period, this impression was undoubtedly inseparable from the truth.
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