Ghost Infant was very busy.
After delivering the killing intent, it turned its head and floated into the cell, wanting to try to pull the Shikigami off its imprisoned son's leg.
While it was working hard.
...
Jiang Xia organized the cigarette case, which was filled with killing intent, and looked at the two first-graders beside him.
Conan was still clutching his neck and coughing—the white-haired old woman's pinch just now was quite strong.
Ayumi patted his back, and after she finished, she turned her head and secretly looked at Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia met her gaze and casually asked, "Are you alright?"
"No, I'm fine!" Ayumi answered loudly.
After speaking, she looked at Jiang Xia hesitantly, feeling that according to the custom of being rescued in TV dramas, she should kiss him to express gratitude at this moment—look, this big brother even specifically half-squatted down. The savior gave such an obvious hint...
Ayumi then leaned closer expectantly, while thinking whether to kiss the left or right cheek, and said softly with a blushing face, "Tha-tha..."
Before she could touch him, behind her, a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, stopping her.
Conan advised with a weary tone, "Don't kiss him."
...Combining with the last experience, if she kissed him this time, she would probably only kiss a mop.
Afterward, she would also be blamed for something strange.
And Ayumi had already been quite frightened today. If she were to suddenly experience another blow from a friendly force, she might cry directly.
Jiang Xia certainly wouldn't care about a child crying profusely.
At that time, wouldn't he still have to coax her himself...
...
Ayumi didn't know the inside story.
She looked at Conan in surprise, guessing that Conan was jealous, and began to seriously ponder whether she should choose the savior who appeared out of nowhere, or the classmate she had known longer.
At this moment, a series of footsteps came from the passage.
Police found the dungeon.
...
Inspector Megure walked in with a few of his subordinates, and seeing the scene inside, he stopped in shock.
...In a society governed by law, someone actually built a private prison right under their noses.
Absurd, just absurd.
Inspector Megure looked at the disheveled and miserable citizens in the cell, feeling quite guilty. He walked over with concern, wanting to offer his condolences.
Unexpectedly, the "victim" inside, upon seeing the Police, suddenly pounced like a fierce tiger to the side of the bars, crying with joy and shouting, "Let me out! I want to turn myself in!"
Inspector Megure: "...Turn yourself in?"
...
As soon as these words came out, the Shikigami, who was clinging to its son's leg, suddenly let go.
Ghost Infant was grunting and tugging at the Shikigami's leg, and when the Shikigami relaxed, the two ghosts immediately rolled into a ball and plopped onto the ground.
Ghost Infant was slightly stunned.
A moment later, it came to its senses, happily dragged the Shikigami, ran back to Jiang Xia's side, and handed over the ghost it had picked up.
At the same time, it looked eagerly at the cigarette case in Jiang Xia's hand.
Jiang Xia had an unexpected gain, and he was also in a good mood.
He opened the cigarette case, tapped out a ghost mint from inside, and prepared to light the killing intent to celebrate.
Just as he was about to light it, a hand suddenly reached out from beside him, going straight for his cigarette.
Jiang Xia instinctively raised his hand to dodge and looked to the side.
The one trying to snatch the cigarette was actually a Police officer.
Officer Sato frowned slightly: "Smoking in high school, what about your lungs when you grow up? Where did you get this cigarette?"
According to regulations, it is forbidden to sell tobacco and alcohol to minors anywhere. If it was stolen from home... then it's necessary to talk to his parents.
Jiang Xia endured her sharp gaze and silently sighed in his heart.
For a long time, in Jiang Xia's impression, 18 years old was already considered an adult.
Who knew that once he changed places, he was suddenly two years shy.
With a Police officer blocking him, Jiang Xia had no choice but to tuck the cigarette into his sleeve under Ghost Infant's pleading gaze, explaining, "I don't smoke, I just like the burnt smell when a cigarette is first lit; it helps me think."
Beside him, Conan's eye twitched.
He remembered that last time, when rescuing the kidnapped little girl, Jiang Xia not only lit a cigarette but also finished it in a short while.
What's more, now that the person had been caught, there was no need for "helps me think."
Police would not believe Jiang Xia's nonsense.
Conan was just thinking when he saw Sato Miwako nod: "So that's how it is."
Conan: "...?"
...
Officer Sato didn't entirely judge people by their appearance.
She mainly felt that people who smoked long-term and people who didn't smoke actually had many differences.
And Jiang Xia, whether it was the color of his teeth, the appearance of his fingers, or the smell on his body, did not have the characteristics of a heavy smoker.
Moreover... moreover, Jiang Xia looked very sincere, inexplicably approachable, making people want to believe him.
...
Jiang Xia saw off the Police, put away the new Shikigami, and returned to the logistics company to clock out.
...
The next day, after he woke up, he sat in a daze for a while, relishing the grand scene in his dream where he raised his arm and a hundred ghosts responded.
Then he pressed the tattoo on his chest and released all the ghosts and Shikigami sealed inside.
Four ghosts lined up on the quilt. One Ghost Infant, three Shikigami.
The Shikigami were more obedient, lying flat on the quilt like real paper, not moving.
Ghost Infant, on the other hand, looked around confusedly, instinctively wanting to lean on Jiang Xia.
Then it was mercilessly pressed back onto the quilt, forced to line up.
Jiang Xia arranged the ghosts, pointed at them one by one: 1, 2, 3, 4.
...Only four.
He counted again, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Still only that many.
...The dream was better.
Jiang Xia rested his chin on his hand and sighed faintly:
He wondered if he could continue the dream he just had if he lay down and took another nap now.
...
On the quilt, Ghost Infant stared at Jiang Xia's fingertips, deep in thought.
At this moment, Jiang Xia boredly began to count for the third time: 1, 2, 3, 4...
This time, after Ghost Infant was counted, it quickly rolled a few times and moved to the end of the line.
Jiang Xia's counting finger stopped on its head: "...5."
Barely made it a round number.
Both the human and the ghost were comfortable.
Ghost Infant obediently rubbed its hands, then looked at the cigarette case by Jiang Xia's pillow with eager eyes.
Jiang Xia tapped one out, twirled it between his fingers a few times, but didn't light it:
"Always calling you 'you, you, you' is not very convenient. How about I give you a name?"
Ghost Infant: "..."
Recalling the names Jiang Xia gave his precious potted plants, Ghost Infant not only wanted to shake its head but also wanted to run.
...But Jiang Xia was holding its food in his hand.
Ghost Infant bit its finger, struggled for a long time, and then nodded, enduring the humiliation.
Jiang Xia was very satisfied with its cooperation: "Let's call you Xiaobai."
Ghost Infant subtly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was a bit simple. But thankfully, it wasn't something like Cat Egg, Dog Egg, Pig Ear, Green Comb...
...
So when Jiang Xia called it "Xiaobai," it responded cooperatively.
Jiang Xia patted its head contentedly, got out of bed, walked to the table, and lit the ghost mint.
While Xiaobai was happily inhaling the ghost mint.
Jiang Xia put the Shikigami on the bed back into the tattoo, preparing to clean up and go to the office for work.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jiang Xia was startled, walked over and opened the door, finding that it was a delivery.
Jiang Xia: "..."
He hadn't shopped online recently, and no one usually sent him packages.
Only Sherry and her sister occasionally sent some homemade health supplements.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia reached out and took the package.
As before, the sender's column had an "S," which was the first letter of Sherry's English name.