[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

"I finally see you!"

Raphael looked extremely excited, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were shining as he looked at Ruo Mu Liang, and he pointed to an indescribable object covered by a large dust cloth on the stage with great enthusiasm.

"That's a gift specially prepared for you."

Ruo Mu Liang, who already knew what it was:...

No need, thank you!

However, Raphael did not turn on the skill of mind reading, and had no idea that Ruo Mu Liang was resistant to this "gift". He turned his head back to the stage and lifted the large dust cloth.

Ruo Mu Liang:...

Ruo Mu Liang sighed silently.

That was an angel.

It was not the handsome and beautiful humanoid angel that became popular in the West after the Renaissance, but the one described in the Old Testament.

The specific image was four wheels stacked on top of each other, each wheel had a banner, a hub, and each wheel was inlaid with different eyeballs.

In the center of the four wheels was a seat made entirely of bones.

The raw materials are probably the parts of 26 victims that disappeared below the elbow.

"You, don't like it?"

Raphael puffed up his cheeks and showed a slightly aggrieved expression.

Ruo Mu Liang: "The angel is the 'chariot of God' or 'mount of God', but I don't have the idea of ​​becoming a god on earth."

Raphael hung his head and poked the bone seat a little gloomily.

"But in my heart, your existence is no different from that of a god! I have thought about killing the devil Renault countless times, but his defense is too strict. If you hadn't killed him, maybe I would have already...

For more than a year, I have been looking for your traces. If I hadn't seen your special mark again in Vesbania not long ago, and investigated it, I would have never known that you have been in Neon during this period."

Ruo Mu Liang looked at Raphael, whose emotions were once again excited, with no fluctuations in his eyes.

"Tell me more about it."

The blond boy touched his nose shyly and began to explain in a soft voice.

"A year ago, when you tried Renault, you fired 13 shots in total. The bullets formed an M shape on his body.

At that time, I was wondering if this M would be your exclusive mark."

Ruo Muliang: ...

Well, I said that I just held the gun and shot at Jill randomly. Do you believe it?

Raphael obviously didn't believe it, and just looked at Ruo Muliang with the eyes of a little fanboy.

"Not long ago, for some reason, I came to the border of Vesbania, and happened to catch the scene where Princess Mira exposed Duke Girard's crimes and the Duke committed suicide out of fear of crime.

The M mark you often use was also left at the scene.

You like the number 13 very much, right?

When Renault was tried, 13 bullets were used, and the time when Duke Girard committed suicide was exactly 13:13 in the afternoon.

Even the letter M, the letter you usually use, is the 13th among the 26 letters!"

Raphael blinked his eyes, and his face was full of "Did I guess right? Praise me!"

Wakamura Ryo:...

I said it was all coincidence, do you believe it? Oh, it's not all coincidence, at least -80 must have played a very important role in it.

After a long time without getting a response from Wakamura Ryo, Raphael hung his head dejectedly.

"After confirming that you should be in Neon, I came to this country on purpose to give you a handmade gift.

When choosing materials, I also chose multiples of 13. I thought you would like it."

Wakamura smiled.

Really... a flawed explanation.

Whether it is Pat Reno's body or the death scene of Duke Girard, it is obviously not something that ordinary people can see with their own eyes.

The blond guy in front of him is obviously talking nonsense, but his expression and eyes look so sincere that even he himself believes that he is telling the truth.

Fake fanatic.

Wakamura's heart is not volatile, and he even wants to @ Conan to come over and learn the correct application of acting skills on the spot.

"So, the homeless man in New York a year ago, was you doing a pre-drill?"

Raphael's eyes flashed a trace of surprise very quickly, and then he covered it up well with admiration.

"Because he saw something he shouldn't have seen, just like that cute baseball high school student."

Raphael: "Anyway, you killed Reno, so you are my benefactor. I can't let you get into trouble because of the testimony of a street homeless person."Wakagi Ryo: ...

That's really just a mouthful.

When Pat Reno was killed in New York a year ago, the professor's vest had not even been created.

He went there with a passerby's face disguised as Vermouth.

However, after Raphael's explanation, Wakagi Ryo understood why Torii Hiroshi became the most special one among the 26 victims.

The other 25 victims who died at Raphael's hands all died from knife wounds. One knife each in the throat and chest, the technique was clean and neat, obviously an old hand.

Only Torii Hiroshi died in a traffic accident.

A baseball player who has been undergoing high-intensity training for many years, because he was too tired from training, he accidentally rode his car into the fast lane. To be honest, this reason is a bit far-fetched.

Although it is very scientific.

The real situation should be that Torii Hiroyu accidentally ran into Raphael killing someone or disposing of a corpse on his way home. In a panic, he rode his bicycle on the fast lane and eventually failed to avoid the tragedy.

However, Raphael obviously did not intend to let this innocent high school student go. He not only stole the corpse, but also deliberately took photos of the tragic state of the corpse to stimulate an old father who had just lost his son.

Even Wakamura Ryo suspected that the explosives that Torii Yukio was going to use to blow up Koshien were also related to Raphael.

He dismantled the bomb himself.

A baseball coach made a bomb in just a few days, which was a bit too professional.

"So... that's it."

Wakamura glanced at Raphael, who was in a standard fanboy posture, lowered his eyelids and looked at the emotion value panel without any fluctuations, and slowly raised his head.

Raphael, who was acting like a fanatic, still looked at Ruo Mu Liang with sparkling eyes, as if as long as he said so, this blond guy was willing to give up everything, including his soul.

However, Ruo Mu Liang himself did not care what Raphael's real purpose was.

On the contrary, the more important this final BOSS of this theatrical version was, the more emotional points he could get from the protagonists.

"So, are you willing to do me a favor?"

"It's my honor!!"