Detective Conan's Desperate Cry

Chapter 51 Identity Exposure (01)

Repeatedly, white smoke was slowly expelled from the nostrils, permeating the night when the lights were first on. People came and went, and no one stopped at the crossroads.

Gin started to smoke his second cigarette. His appearance was incompatible with all kinds of passers-by, especially his silver hair, which fell on the black coat, exuding a hint of arrogance in his laziness.He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it. The white mist slipped through his fingers without a trace of nostalgia.

He came alone.At the beginning, it was hidden in a dark corner where no one knew, but its eyes were fixed on the Mihua Hotel directly opposite.

He saw everything: he saw a person climbed up to the top floor along the window sill, and his sharp eyes could even see the horror of the glass splashing; he saw three people jumping out of the room and disappearing like a magician; he saw Then another person fell along the window sill, and finally fell into a big tree.

He saw everything, but there was no change in his expression, it had nothing to do with him, it was just a trivial matter.

Until, he saw a figure, at that moment, he was a little dazed, thinking that he had seen the wrong eye.Finding the direction of the figure and coming to the intersection, he lit another cigarette.

Then he looked at Toru Amuro, no, Bourbon, there was a child behind him, his eyes darkened, and instantly became sharp.His gaze followed Amuro Toru until he saw him helping a man out from the side of a big tree.

Suddenly, he accelerated his smoking movements, inhaling and exhaling, neatly.

At the crossroads where people come and go, he is so out of place, his black clothes fluttering and his silver hair fluttering in the night, he is particularly conspicuous.

Toru Amuro, who was opposite, was stunned suddenly, and he also saw him, with a sudden fear in his eyes.

Heh, he sneered, spit out the last puff of white smoke, he put the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped hard.He was still him, but the sharp eyes were stained with murderous intent at some point.

He didn't stop and disappeared into the crowd.

-

People came and went, and the last touch of black finally disappeared, but Conan's heart became heavier.

Why is gin here?Could it be that he also came to investigate Satan?Why is he alone?
Conan couldn't figure it out no matter what, looked up, but saw Toru Amuro still frozen in place, unable to move.Conan woke up suddenly, and when Qin Jiu left, his eyes were the eyes of death.

"Mr. Amuro Toru, Mr. Amuro Toru!"

Toru Amuro suddenly woke up from the dislocation, perhaps because of the appearance of gin, the physical and mental impact was too great, he staggered for a while, and Bran's body swayed.

The uneasiness in Conan's heart became heavier. He trotted forward, trying to support him, but Toru Amuro had already stood up straight.

"Mr. Amuro Toru, are you okay!" Conan asked worriedly.

Amuro smiled, "It's okay, Conan, let's go to the hospital first!" "Yeah!" Conan followed Amuro Toru, and the corner in front was where he parked.

During the short 2-minute journey, the two of them didn't say a word, but there were already huge waves in their hearts.

Toru Amuro carefully placed Bran on the back seat. In order not to touch the wound, he deliberately let Bran climb on the seat.As for himself, he sat in the driver's seat, and the window slowly lowered. He glanced at Conan outside the car.

Nodding to each other, Toru Amuro turned away, raised the window, and started the engine.

The white Mazda flashed by, and soon disappeared into the night.

Probably, after Bourbon, it will no longer be Bourbon.Conan stared at the leaving car, unconsciously closing his eyes.

Amuro Toru traveled the entire speedway, and the rearview mirror reflected his gloomy profile with the surrounding lights.

After today, I am no longer a bourbon.

-

Gin got into the car, and he was the only one in the car.

He sat and meditated for a while, and then lit another cigarette. This time, he smoked very slowly, inhaling and exhaling, letting time flow through his fingers.He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. Finally, he finished smoking.

He took out the phone in his pocket and pressed the dial button.

"It's me!" His voice was still without a trace of temperature, like the ice of winter, "Go and check all the information before Bourbon entered the organization, how much, how much."

-

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

But she knows that she is a guest.

The girl moaned continuously, and her body was covered in blood. She passed by and met the dying girl.With just one glance, she knew that the girl was bound to die. She raised her legs and planned to leave. After all, she was not that soft-hearted.

"Please, help me!" She needed help.Hearing the girl's cry for help, she stopped, turned her head to look at the bleeding girl, as if looking at a hole, she didn't have any sympathy, "How can I help you?"

"Please, tell Bran Clinton that I didn't mean to be late." The girl's eyes ran down her cheeks, with blood streaming down her cheeks, covering her face, but she couldn't hide her grief.

But this name successfully aroused the interest of looking at her coldly from the side. She squatted down suddenly, her eyes were as deep as a pool, but she couldn't see what was under the water.

She stared at the girl's blood-stained face, pondered for a moment, and stretched out her hand.

"You won't survive today, so if there is anything you want me to do for you, you can say it now.

"I'll bury you, at least in hell, you're not alone."

The young girl looked at the little girl who was only 10 years old in front of her, and she was so calm, it was unbelievable.

"What's your name?"

"Satan."

wake up.

The curtains couldn't withstand the temptation of the breeze, and the sun sneaked in at this moment, and a beam of warm sunlight fell on Satan's face.

Seemingly sensing a higher temperature somewhere on his cheek, Satan frowned slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes: a simple door, a simple table, a simple curtain, and a simple ward.

All in all, everything is simple, yet the room is surprisingly quiet.

There was numbness in her left arm, and when she glanced over her head, she saw Toru Amuro who was still sleeping on her left arm.She didn't like this position, but she endured it until she woke up.

If Yukiko saw it, she would probably be willing because her left arm was numb.Thinking about it this way, she actually smiled.I laughed at Yukiko's stupidity, and I also laughed at Amuro Toru's stupidity.

It's really strange, even though both of them have high IQs, how come their brains are short-circuited emotionally?

Even she knew that Toru Amuro liked Yukiko, but she still didn't understand why Yukiko, who was one body, couldn't feel Toru Amuro's eyes that could invade his heart at that moment?

Even she knew that Yukiko liked Toru Amuro, but how could Toru Amuro not feel Yukiko's jealousy when she saw him with other girls?
Could this be the legend that people in love have zero IQ?
But the two haven't started dating yet, just secretly in love.If it's love, isn't it a negative IQ?

Don't understand, Satan doesn't understand anything.

At the end, she sneered and covered her eyes with her right hand to prevent herself from losing control.

After all, she didn't, she hid her love in her heart, and she couldn't say a word to him until the last moment:
Scotland, I love you.

　I'm very very very sorry, working overtime today...

　　See you later, good night everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)