Jiang Xia did not wander around outside for long today.
After strolling around with his classmates for a while and finding no cases, he soon went home and began taking stock of today's haul.
"After this bomber got his hands on one billion yen, it seems like he never managed to pull off anything major again." In the bedroom, Jiang Xia sat on the carpet, preparing to register the newly collected Shikigami.
After glancing over their rough number, he shook his head, rather disdainful of the deceased criminal. "What a useless guy."
Matsuda Jinpei, meanwhile, looked at the row of Shikigami, as well as the Liangpi Shikigami lying flat at the very end, its material seeming especially unusual, and felt conflicted.
These Shikigami should all have been police officers killed by that criminal's bombing seven years ago.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
Jiang Xia counted them one by one. When he reached the end, the Liangpi Shikigami watched the finger pause before it, suddenly lifted one corner, and high-fived him.
Jiang Xia: "..."
So cheerful?
Very good. Clearly one of my ghosts.
He pinched the raised corner and gave it a friendly shake, considering it a handshake.
Once the handshake was over, the Liangpi Shikigami, like all the others, quietly lay flat on the floor again.
Jiang Xia signed them all in one by one, then returned the Paper Shikigami to Mark Space, leaving only the Liangpi behind.
After some thought, he rummaged around in Mark Space again and pulled out two more Liangpi Shikigami made of the same material, placing them together with Hagiwara Kenji's Liangpi Shikigami.
The three tough, springy Shikigami raised their heads and looked at one another, each seeming somewhat confused.
"What exactly are these things used for?" Jiang Xia propped up his chin and poked