Coroner Coroner

In short, the reality is not a Hollywood movie. If there is no halo of the protagonist, playing like Conan will kill people sooner or later.

And Conan is obviously used to being the protagonist, a little overconfident.

At this moment, he didn't notice the risk that he might bring to himself and the people around him by standing up.

"The masked man is turning his back on me now... this is the perfect opportunity!"

"As long as you stun him, you can use him as a breakthrough to reverse the offensive and launch a counterattack against the organization!"

With such a good wish, Conan jumped out from behind the door.

Pop open the watch cover, aim the anesthesia needle at the masked man with his back facing him, get ready, launch!

Everything is as he expected.

However, what Conan didn't expect was... the reaction speed of the masked man was so fast that people were caught off guard.

As if he had expected that Conan would launch a sneak attack from behind, the moment he heard a strange noise behind him, he dodged to the side.

But with a light jump, the anesthesia needle was easily dodged by him.

"This..." Conan's expression changed.

And the masked man didn't hesitate at all, turned around, took out a pistol with a silencer, and pointed it at his head:

"Heh... I knew that someone was hiding here."

"Go to hell with me—kid!"

"What, what?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, Conan looked a little dazed:

How did the other party react so quickly?

And what about taking me away intact?

Why did you still draw your gun?

Hey...don't pull the trigger!

Are you serious? ?Director, this script is wrong!

At this moment, Conan was completely stupid:

According to the normal script, the moment he risked his life to rush out, there should be a burst of exciting BGM in the air.

With the blessing of music, the enemy will have serious symptoms of human body strokes/network delay/blind e-sports.

Conan, on the other hand, will use the small to make the big, the weak to defeat the strong, and use football/skateboards/anesthetic needles/stretchable belts to show off their skills.

But this time, his speaker seemed to be out of power.

The masked man not only reacted extremely quickly to avoid the anesthesia needle, but also struck decisively and shot him backhanded.

The trigger had been pulled, and Conan felt as if he could see the horrific vision of the next bullet coming out of the flames, gouging through his head.

There was no time to escape at all.

A chill rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, as if the blood had been frozen.

Conan thus desperately greeted his impending death.

boom!

Gunshots sounded.

But before that, Conan saw a stalwart figure rushing towards him risking his life.

"Forest?!"

It was Lin Xinyi who rushed out.

He jumped out from behind the door, facing the flame that was about to bloom, and threw Conan to the ground.

Conan was protected under Lin Xinyi in this way.

With his face on the floor now, he can't see anything.

Only a gunshot was heard, followed by Xiaolan's anxious shouting, the sound of footsteps, the sound of fighting, and the sound of people falling heavily to the ground.

Crawling out from under Lin Xinyi's body, Conan saw:

The masked man has been knocked down.

And Xiaolan stood in front of the fainted masked man, posing in a karate retraction posture.

"Win, win?!"

Falling from the peak to the trough, but surviving from the abyss, a series of changes made Conan unavoidably a little dazed.

But he was taken aback for a moment, and quickly reacted:

"Quick, find a rope and tie up that masked man."

"And his mobile phone, isn't his mobile phone broken?"

Conan got up from the ground with hands and feet, and ran towards the fainted masked man excitedly.

But his little Lan stopped him with a gloomy expression:

"Enough, Shinichi!"

"Are you still thinking about the case?"

"Turn back for me and look at the people you left behind!"

Mao Lilan clenched her fists tightly, her tear-filled eyes seemed to be able to speak, filled with disappointment and anger.

Conan was slightly taken aback.

He couldn't help following Mao Lilan's gaze, and looked back:

Lin Xinyi, who had just protected him under his body, was already collapsed on the ground.

He clutched his waist tightly, where the blood gushed out and was scarlet, as if he had been pierced by a bullet from behind.

"Forest…"

Conan was completely stupid again:

It turned out that Lin Xinyi did not successfully dodge the bullet.

Lin Xinyi used his own flesh and blood to help him block the bullet!

"You... are you okay?!"

Conan subconsciously wanted to rush up to check on Lin Xinyi's situation.

But Mao Lilan took the first step, hurriedly ran to Lin Xinyi and squatted down, and helped Lin Xinyi up with an anxious expression:

"Mr. Lin, are you okay?!"

"Don't worry... I'm not dead yet."

Lin Xinyi fell into Mao Lilan's arms, his voice was weak.

It seems that because of too much pain, his expression looks a little hideous:

"It's just that, Conan..."

"What did I tell you before?"

"I said, don't be too careful, hide it for me!"

"Can't you remember the lessons you encountered in the amusement park?!"

"I..." Conan's hands and feet were cold, and his expression was dull.

Seeing that Lin Xinyi was seriously injured because of his adventure, he felt unprecedented guilt.

He had a really smooth time before.

No matter how adventurous it is, it can be saved in the end.

But this time, someone actually did it, because he was in trouble.

"I'm sorry."

Conan was completely confused and stuttered even when he spoke.

"Don't say sorry!"

It was not Lin Xinyi who scolded him, but Mao Lilan.

"It's useless to say sorry, you won't change at all."

"Last time at the amusement park, at the library, and now..."

"Every time you leave me and everyone behind, you rush up to take risks alone."

She bit her lips tightly, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes:

"Such a new one..."

"What a nuisance!"

Mao Lilan's tearful accusation hit Conan's fragile heart hard.

His EQ is not high, but even so, he can hear something bad in Xiaolan's painful and determined tone.

Sure enough, Mao Lilan was weeping, and there was a long painful monologue:

"You are like this every time. For the sake of the case, you can disappear without making a sound."

"Even when we're together, you're just telling yourself your favorite detective stories."

"Has it ever occurred to you that I don't like hearing this stuff at all?"

"Have you ever thought that I would be worried when you went to investigate the case alone?"

The contradictions accumulated for many years broke out completely at this moment.

And the topic gradually turned to emotional issues.

This is what Conan is most afraid of.

As a heroic task, once his blood surged up, he didn't even care too much about his own life.