With this in mind, Pisk walked back quickly, worried that if he walked slowly, the drunken Performance No. 2 would leave first.
After the silver-haired old man walked away, a figure came to the locked wine cellar and reached for the door lock.
With a subtle click, the lock spring bounced and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Xia opened the puppet, walked into the door silently, and then locked the door again with a white key with a strange texture.
After picking up many shikigami, the hardness and fineness of the puppet clay have been greatly improved compared to the original. Jiang Xia no longer has to worry about the slow lock picking.
After locking the door, he casually threw away the makeshift door opening tools, then walked a few steps to the cardboard box with the janitor's clothes, and threw something inside.
After that, he looked into the cabinet next to him, found a suitable and hidden place, stuffed the puppet in and hung up.
Consciousness temporarily returns to the original body.
…
In the banquet hall.
Jiang Xia stood by the window and opened her eyes.
The main body had been facing the window just now, staring at the deep night outside, pretending to be lost in thought, but actually hanging up - due to the chaos in the corridor outside, he was able to hang here for a long time without being disturbed.
Now that consciousness has returned, Jiang Xia is about to go to the corridor to see the situation.
However, at this moment, through the dark mirror-like window in front of him, he saw a familiar figure approaching from behind.
The two people's eyes met in the "black mirror", and Pisk showed a kind old man's smile.
Jiang Xia turned around and looked at him a little doubtfully.
Pisk had already calmly slumped his shoulders and back as he approached, making himself look older and less threatening than usual.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that no one was paying attention to this side. He was secretly happy in his heart, but his face was filled with vicissitudes of life and he said with anxiety:
"Young man, do you know where the changing room of this hotel is? My granddaughter accidentally spilled wine on her skirt and said she was going to change, but she hasn't come back yet."
While Jiang Xia listened, he looked at Pisk from head to toe in a vague way.
Although he had just killed someone, this old bottle of wine already had some murderous intent coming out of him.
Think again about Pisk coming to talk to you out of nowhere...
Jiang Xia had a vague understanding.
He immediately nodded and showed a faint, angelic smile that looked like Mao Lilan: "Don't worry, the security here is good, nothing will happen - I know the location of the locker room, come with me."
With that said, he walked towards the side door, quietly led Pisk out of the banquet hall, and headed towards the empty rooms deep in the corridor.
The two of them passed through the side door one after the other.
At the same time, dozens of meters away at the main entrance of the banquet hall, Miwako Sato looked at the backs of the two people and was startled.
…
The deeper into the corridor, the stronger the murderous aura on Pisk's body becomes.
Jiang Xia noticed this and realized that he had guessed correctly - it was probably the message from Gin just now that had misunderstood Pisk, and he seemed to regard "Jiang Xia" as his enemy.
...This is wonderful.
As a member of the organization, he couldn't attack Pisk without looking for trouble.
But if it was Pisk who struck first, it would be very reasonable for him to defend himself instinctively and strike a few times.
After these few blows, a qualified and cautious organization member should think: teammates suddenly attack him for no reason in a place with many police... This situation may occur because the teammate is actually an undercover or a traitor.
Trying to cooperate with the police around you is detrimental to yourself.
In this way, wouldn't it be more reasonable to drag Pisk to a place where no one is around and beat him a few more times, and torture him to find out his true purpose...
Jiang Xia quickly led Pisk through the corridor, turned a slight corner, and came to an empty locker room.
In order to reassure Pisk, he knocked on the door several times and politely waited for the "granddaughter" inside to open it on his own.
Pisk listened to the occasional footsteps in the corridor, and like a grandfather worried about his granddaughter, he anxiously urged: "Go in and take a look."
This kind of behavior of letting a strange man open the door of my granddaughter's dressing room without opening the door is actually a bit inconsistent when I think about it.
But Jiang Xia tolerated this and ignored it for the sake of his murderous intent.
He turned the doorknob and stepped into the house.
Pisk looked at this naive young man who took the elderly lightly, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he was vaguely proud of being an experienced elder.
He straightened his back again and regained the appearance of a strong organizational cadre. At the same time, he strode into the house and struck Jiang Xia on the back of the neck with a palm, intending to knock him unconscious and then transport him to the wine cellar to deal with it with Shirley.
However, the actual situation was slightly different from his perfect script.
——Just when he was about to hit the target, the detective in front of him shifted his body strangely and let his hand pass. At the same time, he reached back with his backhand and grabbed Pisk's collar very skillfully.
Pisk was stunned.
Before he had time to think about it, he was already flying into the air like a sack. Like countless other senior criminals, he drew the same trajectory in the air and made the same noise on the ground. From his mouth
Howled out the same scream.
...The only advantage is that compared to other criminals who know nothing about fighting, Pisk has received some professional training. He protected his vital parts in time and was not knocked unconscious at the first time.
But the situation did not improve.
Even, after a few seconds, Pisk had a vague illusion that not being knocked unconscious was not an advantage, but a disadvantage.
——While falling to the ground, he felt Jiang Xia loosen his collar. However, before he could get up, someone suddenly stepped firmly on his back. Then there was a "click" in his ears as something stretched out.
Sound.
Pisk looked through the gap in the arm protecting his face and saw Jiang Xia pulling out a pitch black stick from nowhere while locking the door.
Pisk looked at this smooth movement: "..."
...No, when he was in the banquet hall before, he had nothing to do and checked - Jiang Xia didn't have any karate, judo, taekwondo or other messy certificates. His resume looked more like someone who was not good at fighting.
A detective known for his brain power, which is also in line with Jiang Xia's external image.
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Pisk screamed, and his chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the severe pain in his body.
He rolled around on the ground, trying to get away, but the stick kept knocking down at a speed denser than the rainstorm and heavier than the thunder... How dare this detective beat an old man in his seventies like this! Pisk's sense of confusion gradually faded away.
As the pain receded, his heart began to be filled with anger and a hint of fear.
He, he wouldn't die here in such a funny way. I heard that after people are drunk, their rationality declines, and it is difficult to control the severity of their attacks. It is not uncommon for people to die in drunken fights...
At this moment, thinking of the email Gin had sent before, Pisk suddenly felt that he understood what Gin meant.
But at the same time, anger is inevitable.
——If Gin had not just said "Don't provoke him" in a general way, but had made it clear "He's good at hitting people, so don't provoke him", then the person holding the thermal weapon would not have fallen into this situation at all -
As a financial tycoon, he is legally qualified to hold a gun, and he happens to have a gun on him!
Pisk thought of this and suddenly grasped a glimmer of hope for survival.
Although this may lead to being targeted by the police, it is better than being inexplicably beaten to death by a drunk detective...
He struggled and reached for the pocket where he hid his gun.
But before he could grasp the handle of the gun, there was suddenly a rapid knocking sound at the locked door.
Someone outside the door hesitantly shouted: "...Jiang Xia?"
The stick that kept beating Pisk suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Pisk heard Jiang Xia tut her tongue with great regret.
This gap allowed Pisk to relax a little. He ignored his reserve and took a deep breath: "Help...!"
As soon as he breathed out, Jiang Xia squatted down and pinched his mouth.
This action also reveals a strange proficiency.
Pisk: "!!!"
Countless cases flashed through his mind, all of which were innocent souls who tried to call for help when they were being tortured, but were strangled to death by the panicked gangsters, or who suffocated to death by covering their mouths.
To be continued...