Coroner Coroner

But Xiaolan's life, and Xiaolan's feelings for him, are matters of vital importance to him.

And in this moment...

His life gate was completely hit:

"It was me before, but now even Mr. Lin was injured because of you."

"I've had enough!"

"Shinichi...no, Kudo...bye."

Unprecedented, Mao Lilan changed his name to him.

Just this small change made Conan's brain go blank and his body lose all strength.

"Xiao, Xiaolan..."

"You...you...what do you mean?"

Conan's voice trembled.

But Mao Lilan ignored him completely.

She just wiped away her tears, with a cold face, and tried her best to support Lin Xinyi, whose wound was bleeding profusely, to stand up straight:

"Mr. Lin, let's go."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

As she said that, Mao Lilan hugged Lin Xinyi, who was seriously injured and unable to move, and walked towards the door step by step.

"Little Lan..."

Conan really wants to say something to Xiaolan.

He wanted to apologize, and wanted to stay, but at this moment, all words seemed so pale.

At the critical moment, it was Lin Xinyi who said something for him:

"Just put me in the car."

"I still have the strength to support myself to the hospital."

"Conan still needs someone to take care of him."

"Miss Maori, why don't you stay and accompany him to transfer with Dr. Ali."

"No." Mao Lilan shook his head resolutely: "Compared with that guy now, Mr. Lin, your injury is more important."

Her voice was extremely indifferent, and every word she uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the heart of little Conan.

"Don't be arrogant."

As if helping Conan, Lin Xinyi persuaded Mao Lilan again:

"He's yours after all..."

"He's nothing."

Mao Lilan's attitude has become more determined:

"I don't want to see him anymore."

"And, Mr. Lin."

"The experiences of these days have also made me understand..."

She stopped and gave Lin Xinyi an extremely complicated look in front of Conan:

"Perhaps, I have always had a better choice."

There seems to be a lot of emotions in this look, combined with the meaningful words, people can't tell whether they are simply angry with Conan, or there is a richer meaning.

Conan was dumbfounded when he saw it.

At this time, Mao Lilan continued to support Lin Xinyi, and walked slowly towards the door.

Every time they took a step away, Conan's heart was torn apart.

He just looked at his childhood sweetheart, leading Lin Xinyi away gradually.

And he can't do anything.

The snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is blowing, and Conan's heart is cool.

Chapter 172 Psychological Shadows

Conan had never experienced such deep despair.

Xiaolan doesn't want him anymore.

And all of this was his own fault.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't breathe in pain.

Nothing can make him more desperate than letting his favorite Xiao Lan break up with him.

He thought so...

I saw that Mao Lilan and Lin Xinyi hadn't had time to go out...

Behind them, the masked man who had fainted on the ground suddenly got up tremblingly from the ground.

The gun that fell on the ground was held in his hand at some unknown time:

At this time, Mao Lilan and Lin Xinyi were still walking out the door, knowing nothing about what happened behind them.

"This…"

Conan suddenly woke up from painful contemplation:

"Xiaolan, Lin Xinyi, get out of the way!!"

"The masked man has woken up!"

Amid the screams of panic, he instinctively rushed forward, as if he wanted to use his body to block bullets for Xiaolan and Lin Xinyi.

But his small arms and legs are not as fast as the enemy's guns.

I saw the muzzle flash of the gun, and there was a bang...

A flower of blood bloomed on Mao Lilan's back.

She turned around suddenly, her face was full of pain and disbelief.

But the masked man didn't hesitate at all, let alone show mercy.

Bang bang bang!

He fired three shots at Mao Lilan.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her chest red.

"Little-Lan!"

Conan looked like he was crazy.

He completely lost his mind and rushed towards his little Lan desperately.

In the gushing blood, Mao Lilan fell to the ground together with Lin Xinyi, who was already seriously injured.

Her big eyes were filled with pain, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she had no strength left.

Conan rushed to Mao Lilan in despair, held her hand tightly, and called her name:

"Xiao Lan! Xiao Lan!"

But Mao Lilan just breathed hard and couldn't respond at all.

She just looked at Conan quietly like this, with complex, long eyes, which made her feel uneasy.

"sorry Sorry!"

Conan hugged Mao Lilan's blood-stained body tightly, and cried out in tears.

He said "I'm sorry" again, and this time, he tried his best.

The blood on Mao Lilan's body flowed down, staining his arms red.

And Conan couldn't make any response.

Bathed in the blood of his lover, the 7-year-old was completely blackened.

Although he knew that the masked man was still behind him, he didn't care about it, he just stood there in a daze like a wooden sculpture of clay.

Only the occasional round of the eyeball can also indicate that he is a living creature.

At this time... the masked man's footsteps came from behind him.

Conan finally reacted slightly.

He hugged Mao Lilan who was almost dying, looked up at the approaching masked man, and murmured:

"do not come…"

At first it was just a murmur, and then it became a hysterical growl:

"Don't come here!"

The masked man ignored it and just got closer and closer.

Conan didn't choose to attack, nor did he choose to escape, but just stubbornly stood by Mao Lilan's side without moving.

Finally, the masked man raised his gun and aimed it at Conan's head.

"..."

Conan's roar stopped abruptly.

He closed his eyes in despair, ready to accept the final consequences for his mistakes.

boom!

The gun went off.