People are in Zongman, in short, they are very disdainful

Sawada Hiroki looked at his hands.

It is whiter and purer than before, like a sculpture made of ivory.

White as the bones of Lord Thistle.

"Since you are no longer human, there is no need to retain the human way of thinking.

Giving you [Don't Blame Children] is not the end, but the beginning.

Kill more people, exercise your abilities, and help me, this is the meaning of your existence. "

Although there is no vampire essence in the blood that Kurosaki Ji gave Sawada Hiroki to drink, the blood still has the effect of transforming the human body.

"Yo Hiroki, my lovely Hiroki, 'Jesus' has woken up on this third day, and what are you doing?

Go fight for my undisturbed mind and kill the remaining disciples, that is the meaning of your existence. "

"Yes, my lord."

Feeling that he has not been abandoned, Hiroki Sawada's eyes turned red slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

After disconnecting the communication, Kurosaki Jiji, who had already returned home, opened the refrigerator and began to think about today's dinner.

"Just make a chicken porridge with stir-fried vegetables... huh?"

Another piece of information came from his mind, which was sent by Joseph.

"How could this be...my 'disciple'...."

This information is not long, only one sentence.

"Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's father, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, died in a car accident this morning."

Chapter 146 The Missing Disciple

"There is actually one less 'disciple'?"

Although he had already received the news from Joseph, Kurosaki Ji contacted other men to confirm, until he received the photo of the bloody corpse of Mr. Tsuburaya, Kurosaki Ji could confirm that this guy was indeed dead. .

"damn it........"

Compared with Dosaki Sugiyan, who is both skilled in magic and martial arts, and Shinomiya Huangguang, who has powerful magic power, Conan's combat power is actually not enough, but this does not prevent him from becoming the most difficult of the three heroes.

The favor of fate made his survivability much higher than that of the other two brave men, and this was Kurosaki Jiji's biggest headache.

It's not that Mr. Tsuburaya cannot die, on the contrary, he must die.

However, he had to die due to Kurosaki Ji's plot.

Only if he dies at the gunpoint of Hiroki Sawada or other events arranged by Kurosaki Ji, his "sin" against Kurosaki Ji will be gathered on Conan, the "Jesus", polluting Conan's favored by fate The so-called "divinity", thus killing Conan.

"What? Worried that there are not enough disciples?"

Lucifer's voice came from the imprint on Kurosaki Ji's chest, with a hint of charm and ridicule.

"Actually, there are exactly 12 of your 'disciples', not one of them."

is it?

Thistle Kurosaki did not pursue Lucifer.

Because of the "trust" between the two.

Both are heretics, are both lunatics who fight against fate, and both are existences that treat human life like nothing, which makes the two souls have a certain "resonance".

"In that case, I will trust you, Your Majesty the Queen."

Now, it's the cute little "Judas" who will be on the stage.

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"It seems that this matter is not simple..."

As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya is one of Conan's resident leg pendants, and his IQ has also improved to a certain extent under Conan's influence.

In just a few days, Genta died, Ayumi died, Brother Hattori died, and even Conan was shot by the murderer, and he was just discharged from the hospital today.

"Although we don't know who the murderer is yet, we can be sure that he is targeting our Detective Boys and the people around us!"

Unfortunately, there is only a "certain" improvement.

"Could it be...a criminal who was once arrested by our boy detective team?"

Walking out of the room, putting on his clothes and shoes, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who had just experienced the pain of losing his father, rushed out of the house.

"Dad is dead, I must protect my mother!

I'm going to find Conan, I must find a way to catch the murderer! "

Mom has gone to work and won't be back until the afternoon, so I have to discuss with Conan what to do next!

The boy's footsteps were speeding on the asphalt road, and in the fast food restaurant on the corner, a pair of silver eyes narrowed happily.

"Say their names, we won't forget (say their names, we won't forget)~

This is not your fight, no your fight (this is not your fight, not your fight)~"

Putting down the drink cup in his hand, Hiroki Sawada stood up.

"Watching me patiently, watching me patiently (watching me patiently, watching me patiently)

Watching me take the blame~"

Blood streaks appeared slightly in the silver pupils, like cracks in the dry earth, longing for fresh blood like rain.

"It's time, let's go—

——【Don't blame children】. "

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"Hi....good wine...."

"Dad! No more drinking!!!"

Looking at her father lying on the sofa, Mao Lilan almost turned into a Kamen Rider to punish her incompetent old man.

"What's the matter... Anyway, I made a lot of money from so many murders before, and I can't go out these days... What's the matter with drinking... ..."

As usual, the quotations were bad, but this time Xiaolan was thoughtful.

Yes, as soon as you go out, you will encounter all kinds of strange murders, and you will see all kinds of dead people in strange shapes......

Don't do that kind of thing! ! !

"That's right, Xiaolan."

Just when Mao Lilan was about to leave the room, Mao Li Kogoro stopped her.

"Bring me...the blue...file bag on the desk..."

"Oh, good dad!"

After receiving the document bag handed over by Xiaolan, Mori Kogoro dismissed his daughter, opened the bag and took out a piece of paper.

"The three members of Kojima's family, the three members of Yoshida's family, and that Osaka brat were all shot and killed..."

At some point, the drunkenness in Mori Kogoro's eyes completely disappeared, and the sharp edge in his eyes was like a sharp blade made of fine steel.

"However, there were no bullet casings and warheads left at the scene, and the police report was vague..."

Mori Kogoro muttered to himself, his voice trembling with his heart.

"These people must exist because of something..."

"And the intersection..."

"Want to cooperate?"

"Alright."

Although Mori Kogoro was the only one in the room from beginning to end, the voices of two people echoed in the room.

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"Mitsuhiko, where did you go again..."

Even though she knew that there were still children to take care of at home, Mrs. Tsuburaya really couldn't bear it.

Just days after her husband died, someone was already trying to take advantage of her.

"Mrs. Yuangu, you don't want your child to live in poverty, do you?"

Unable to bear her boss's teasing, Mrs. Tsuburaya, who was mentally haggard, had to ask for leave in advance to leave work.

"Let's get ready to cook..."

Take out the kitchen knife and start cutting tofu——Due to the rapid economic downturn, Mrs. Tsuburaya didn’t plan to make more expensive vegetables—then took out the miso and prepared to cook the soup——

"You played games, but we can forgive (you played games, but we can forgive you)~"

"What! Who..."

The small Japanese kitchen knife was held in both hands, and the sudden sound terrified the bereaved woman.

"Put down the knife, put down the knife (put down your knife, put down your knife)~"

The plain white hand stretched out again, and the gun barrel in his hand pointed at the terrified woman.

"Don't blame it on the——

——kids~”

After three days, the bones of Kurosaki Jiji announced the end of someone again.

Chapter 147 Thirty Silver Coins

"In other words, the murderer is that Sawada Hiroki, right?"

The low tree branches blocked the afternoon sun. In front of Conan, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's eager face was covered with beads of sweat.

This is an abandoned construction site and one of the secret bases of the Boy Detective Group.

But now, there are only two of the four who play baseball and talk about Masked Rider together.

"That's right!"

Up to now, Conan has not kept secrets anymore.

"Even though he is not a few years older than us, he is probably more cruel than the kidnappers we met before!"

The Yuantai father and son who were roasted into charcoal, the Ayumi family who were shot dead by headshots, and the horrific corpse of Hattori Heiji all made Conan shudder, and his body trembled under fear and anger.

and........

Although the laws of the Neon Country do not have particularly rigid regulations on the time limit for evidence collection, according to the Criminal Procedure Law and judicial practice, the time limit for evidence collection will be at least seven days, but why is the time limit for evidence collection compressed to such a pitiful extent for such a wide-ranging case? three days?

I touched my glasses - my glasses legs with eavesdropping functions were gone. According to the police officer in charge of investigating the scene, no equipment that could be used for recording and video recording was found at the scene.

But Conan clearly remembered that he hid the recorder in his pocket, why couldn't he find it?

Turning on the phone, the news headlines are celebrity gossip, no one on the Internet is discussing this matter, as if the disappearance of these seven lives happened on an alien planet instead of the neon country.

It can influence the judiciary, change the time limit for proof, and even manipulate public opinion.....

The murderer is not only cruel and sinister, but also has good hands and eyes.

I can't let Mitsuhiko die anymore......

With such thoughts in mind, Conan looked at his last little friend, and a white light flashed on the flat mirror, representing silence.

"Promise me, Mitsuhiko.

Never go to the murderer. "

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya nodded with a vague understanding.

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"There is plenty of soul."

Hell Monkey Hotel, one of Kurosaki Thistle's territories.

Seeing the soul being hacked into pieces by the laughing monkeys and stuffed into the mouth, Kurosaki Tsuji sat on the armchair brought by the servant of the statue and let out a long, contented sigh.