Conan: The Mechanic

Yamao's smile froze on his face, and he grabbed something in the storage bag of the trolley with his hands (but didn't take it out, it was still hidden in the bag of the trolley.) He turned around and saw the sound coming. direction.

Qianyu stood alone not far from the mountain's tail and looked at him coldly.

Yamao narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man in front of him.

"Who are you?" he asked in a displeased voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you blow up the dam?" Chiba ignored Yamao's question, but repeated it again.

"..." Yamao realized that the young man in front of him seemed very angry - could it be that he is a villager? But there should be no children of this age in the village... Forget it, just tease this child as the last dessert before leaving.

"What," Yamao snorted softly. "Such a fun thing, of course, was done by Uncle Ben - what kind of child are you, you are blind enough to ask such a question?"

"..." Qianyu shook her head slightly, but her eyes were always fixed on Yamao. "You... blow up the reservoir and drown so many people below, just to find this suitcase and the jewelry inside?"

"Otherwise?" Yamao asked with a smile as if he had heard the joke. "A suitcase of jewelry is here, isn't that enough for me to make up my mind to empty the reservoir? As for the village... I didn't ask them to build a new village there, so after I blew up the reservoir, But they just set up a village in the most dangerous place next to the river, is it my responsibility?"

Qianyu's hand holding the seamless umbrella's handle was trembling slightly, but he still kept an impeccable business-style smile on his face.

"No, no, I think you probably misunderstood what I meant," his tone was still very calm. "I mean, why did you keep this buried here in the first place? Isn't there any...safer place? Like a bank or something. Or...they're not your property, so You can only hide it secretly?"

Chiyu mentioned this topic in a very calm tone, but the content was thorny, causing Yamao's attitude to change all of a sudden.

"I don't think there's any need to tell you, right?" Yamao glanced in the direction of the village and seemed to lose his patience. "Even you're here, it looks like I have to hurry up - you're such a stinky boy to come to talk to me about these things under these circumstances. But sorry, I don't have time to play with you. "

Muttering like this, Yamao retracted his hand in his luggage bag, and he also had a short-barreled shotgun he took out of the bag.

Taking out two projectiles from the pouch attached to the butt, and loading them into the double-barreled shotgun, Yamao took a deep breath and aimed the muzzle at Chiba with the gun in one hand. "It's better for you to die here, otherwise, if you spread the gossip, it will bring me some unnecessary trouble."

"It turns out that you really don't mind killing people," Qian Yu didn't panic, but sighed with some regret. "Do you mind letting me ask a question?"

Although it looks harmless to humans and animals, Chiba keeps staring at Yamao's finger on the trigger, and the auxiliary unit has also taken over the optic nerve and the motor neurons of the hand holding the Umbrella, ready to open the Umbrella to defend against the shotgun buckshot.

"What do you want to ask?" Yamao said angrily to the dead man in his eyes.

"Don't you care about [someone dies]?" Qianyu's tone was also unchanged, as if she was just reciting the script. "Does it matter to you that anyone in this world is injured or even killed?"

"They are responsible for other people's lives, and I don't need to care about their safety." Yamao seemed to have heard something very interesting. "People who can't even protect their own lives don't need others to complain about them, right?"

"Well, yes," Qianyu seemed to agree with this sentence and nodded quite seriously. "If a person can't even protect his own life, he has no right to ask others to pity him, right?"

Yamao was about to say something to educate the child in front of him, but found a cold light flashing in front of him.

The next moment, he could no longer feel the sensation of his hand holding the gun, replaced by pain and a feeling of weakness like a whirlpool.

His right forearm had been severed by Qigan along the junction of the elbow joint, and fell to the muddy river bed together with the shotgun, which was still firmly clasped in the fingers, and gave a crisp collision while sinking in it. Voice.

At the base of this stump, there is a kitchen knife deeply embedded in the mud—it just fell from the sky, dividing Yamao's arm into two sections.

As for how it [falls from the sky]? Of course, it is the UAV's credit: thanks to the computing power of the auxiliary unit and the weather conditions with low wind resistance, the UAV can complete the precise throw of a heavy enough kitchen knife in the air of tens of meters that is imperceptible.

"So you see," Qianyu said in a still indifferent voice as she walked towards Yamao, who was holding the end of her severed limb because of the pain and howling. "Since you can't even protect yourself, it shouldn't matter if I play with you casually, right?"

The cap of the seamless umbrella has long been removed, and what catches the eye of Shanwei is the sharp thorns braved by the cold light. And under the gaze of Yamao, who had been so frightened that he couldn't move, Chiyu pressed the icy thorn to his throat.

"Did you know?" Chiyu actually laughed, even though this expression seemed to Yamao's eyes as if the death of the **** of death. "You will soon have the opportunity to atone for those people in person."

The terrorist who used to take other people's life and death seriously, has now become a **** who only knows how to beg for mercy.

"No...don't kill me..." Yamao finally regained a little sanity, but he didn't use his reason to resist, but just prayed for Qianyu's forgiveness with a trembling voice, while using his only remaining hand and two Legs arched back in panic. But no matter how hard he struggled, the tip of the Umbrella No Trace was precisely in the same place.

"Why, do you still want to earn your own life?" Chiyu looked at Yamao's ugliness and continued to oppress Yamao with a sneer. "Where is the terrorist who seemed to be enlightened and deconstructed the social relationship between people? Why do I only see a cowardly coward now?"

"I beg you, spare my life..." Yamao already knew that he could not stop begging for mercy. "I was wrong, I will repent to them, please, don't kill me, you can call the police directly, don't kill me! Don't kill me!!!"

Chiba's expression became slightly serious.

"Just now, you still wanted to kill me," he asked Yamao with a sneer. "Now that I'm about to kill you, you suddenly remember that there is still a profession like a police officer?"

"Young... young man, you have a lot of people, please spare my life..." Yamao hurriedly begged~www.readwn.com~ I beg you... I beg you..."

Then, something happened that made Qianyu laugh and cry.

"..." Chiyu suddenly frowned slightly, then glanced at Yamao's pants. "you……"

At this moment, Qianyu's expression seemed to see a green-headed fly the size of a person.

"Shame..." Taking the initiative to stay away from Yamao, Qianyu gently covered her nose with one hand. "Forget it, don't think about how I could have come here alone without calling the police - but I remind you that they have just drowned a lot of colleagues by you, and they are in a very irritable mood now. So, you'd better start praying quickly, Pray you don't get shot and get a shot to death for resisting arrest."

Behind Chiba, the Watanabe Police Department, who was suppressing his anger, came with three menacing police officers.

"Enjoy your last free time," Chiba took a few steps back, and under Yamao's painful gaze, he ruthlessly stepped on the section of Yamao's severed forearm into the mud - this place itself is far from conditions. The big city where the operation is performed is remote, and the arm has been so polluted... Maybe all that awaits him is a lifetime disability. (Of course, given Japan's cremation system, and the fact that what awaited him was basically the death penalty, I'm afraid that for him life and a moment were no different.)

The last impression of Yamao in Chiba's memory was that he was held up by a few detectives in a very rough and blunt way, and was dragged away from him like a dead dog.

For all who are still alive, today will be one of the darkest days of their lives. But... time will not stop because of grief, and all grief will eventually be healed by this eternal river.

Life has to go on.