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

"Damn... what's going on..."

After not coming home for a long time, Conan gritted his baby teeth bitterly.

It's not that he doesn't want to go home, but that he has no choice.

In the past few days, he can always feel the cold eyes cast from behind him. Sometimes when he walks on the street, he can feel the murderous aura that makes his spinal cord paralyzed. When he looks back, he can only see an empty street, and the walls Bullet holes on it.

In order not to implicate the Mori family, he lied to Mori Kogoro a few days ago that "I have something to go to stay at Dr. Ari's house for a few days", and then relied on his savings to change hotels every day, living a precarious life life.

Although I was also trying to find the whereabouts of the enemy, but there were no traces other than bullet holes around, and there was no way to reason!

"Xiaoxin, the enemy may be a magician, maybe it's the men in black you met before."

Conan had a flash of inspiration when he heard such words during the phone call with his mother yesterday.

Yes, he has a deep hatred with himself, can cultivate a young killer like Hiroki Sawada, is powerful enough to interfere in judicial trials, and has the power of a magician......

Isn't that the Black Organization? ! ! !

Very good, it seems that Conan doesn't have a good grasp of the information about the underworld in the Neon Country.

So, under the misleading of his mother who had been brainwashed by Kurosaki Thistle, Conan began to harm the Black Organization with the super reasoning ability bestowed on him by fate.

Leak the information about the hidden guns in this stronghold today, and anonymously report the crime of that member tomorrow...

In addition, Kurosaki Ji itself needs to further promote the undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department to a higher position, and the two hit enemies hit it off without knowing each other.

The undercover agents headed by Higashika Josuke and Nijimura Yiyasu have risen all the way, and they have been promoted one after another. In addition, since Hattori Heiji's death, the Hattori family has lost power, leading to more undercover agents beginning to infiltrate the Kansai region.

Now, as long as Kurosaki Ji gives an order, the entire police system of Neon will be paralyzed, and even a single policeman will not be dispatched.

"Damn black organization, watch me catch you all..."

Immersed in anger, Conan didn't see his back, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's face appeared strangely about 100 meters away, and then disappeared.

"Damn Kudo Shinichi, watch me cut you into pieces..."

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"Sorry, Miss Maury."

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's detention center, prosecutor Reiko Kujo's eyes were filled with pain and indifference.

"Although a large part of the surveillance video installed by your father was damaged, it clearly captured the picture of you killing your mother with your own hands.

Although according to the on-site restoration experiment, you should have caused the accidental homicide out of excessive fright and grief, but the circumstances of your case are extremely serious and you have not hired a lawyer. According to the Criminal Procedure Law, we will invite social lawyers to defend you. "

Although she always looked at Concubine Yingli and was not pleasing to her eyes, but facing Mo Lilan with dull eyes and ashen face, Kujo Reiko's eyes were full of unbearable, she stood up and prepared to leave.

"A lawyer will be there along with a psychiatrist...Miss Maury, please remember to keep taking fluvoxamine."

Fluvoxamine, a psychotropic drug for depression.

At this time, the door opened, and a young and handsome man walked in, even a bit of a womanizer, followed by a heroic beauty in men's clothing.

"Excuse me, Miss Maori, I am your psychiatrist Black Tail Nightmare, and this is my assistant, Black Ghoul Zero."

Kujo Reiko backed out, and the two sat in front of Mo Lilan.

"Please cooperate with my hypnotherapy, Miss Maori."

Without waiting for a response, Nightmare with a Black Tail took out his pocket watch and began to swing it, and Mao Lilan's eyelids also began to move back and forth.

"Then I'll trouble you and [White Snake], Miss Heigi."

"It's nothing, after all, it's just a fake memory inserted, but is Mr. Black Tail okay?"

Someone will take care of the surveillance video, and Hei Kuling is worried about whether this person can complete the task.

"Don't worry, since the child has fallen asleep, it's fish on the chopping board.

Wait for my [Reaper 13] performance. "

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"Tell me, Gin."

In the humble bar "Reichenbach" in Hachichome, Ginza District, Tokyo, a man with long silver hair knelt on the ground, even though his back was wet with cold sweat, he still didn't dare to look up.

In front of him was a young, handsome man who seemed to have just graduated from college, with a gentle smile on his face.

A white long-sleeved shirt, a black suit vest and a red bow tie demonstrate his identity as a "bartender".

However, behind this seemingly gentle man, a slender black cat slowly paced around the kneeling gin, and there was no trace of the flattery that pets please humans in its green eyes—just like at this time At the moment, the bartender's eyes are the same without a smile.

"Private Marseille! BOSS! Please forgive me!"

The man in front of me is not a college graduate, he is the real "bartender" of the "Winery" organization, the Napoleon of the dark world, the evil emperor, and his name is——

"Although there is no one else here, please still call me by my current name, 'Karasumu'."

"Yes, boss...... Boss Karasuma."

"Very well, stand up."

Ignoring the gin who was getting up tremblingly, Karasumu turned to the wine cabinet behind him, took out a bottle of old wine, and poured two glasses.

"This is MONKEY47, and it's also a kind of gin. Let's try it."

"Thank you... Boss Karasuma."

Boss, who is extremely fond of what's in the glass, uses the name of the wine as the code name of the cadres, and also likes to use wine as a hint to his subordinates, and Gin naturally understands this.

Most gins (GIN) use juniper berries as raw materials, but only this one uses sloe, which is the only gin that cannot be called "gin".

"Are you really trustworthy?"

That's the hint in this glass of wine.

Drink it down in one gulp, the complex aroma different from other GIN enters the throat, just like the suspicion of the person opposite for a long time.

"I don't doubt your loyalty, I just doubt your ability."

The dilapidated old notebook appeared in Karasuma Chun's hands, and the yellowed pages were casually flipped through, but there was nothing broken.

"I haven't seen anything as bad as this since I started building organizations at the end of the Industrial Revolution.

The strongholds were destroyed one by one, and the cadres were arrested or betrayed one by one, and you didn't notice any abnormalities before that?

Are you really fit to lead the Tokyo branch? "

"Private Marseilles! Private Marseilles! Private Marseilles...."

"Okay, it's not all your fault. Back off."

The adult's magnanimous attitude made Qin Jiu stunned.

"Didn't catch it? Need I say it again?"

"Sorry my lord! I take my leave!"

As soon as he stepped out of the bar, the door was locked and closed. Karasuma put the notebook on the table, went into the kitchen and took out a plate of fried chicken as a side dish.

"Is 'fate' playing tricks again? Could it be that it's here to clean up my slippery fish? No, no..."

First drink up the wine that was poured before, Karasuma picked up the bottle with his left hand, and drank boldly in the posture of blowing against the bottle that can piss off the sommelier. , regardless of whether the oil stains on the hands will contaminate the centuries-old text.

"This is the soldier of fate, the induction produced during the crusade against another evil dragon...It is amazing, even stronger than the momentum when I was 'crusted'...

interesting. "

I don’t know how many times I have been through such torture by the master, and the things on the notes have become blurred to the point where I can barely make out words like “Empty House”, “Red Hair Club Case”, and “Four Signatures”.

"This kind of unscrupulous taking of people's property and killing people's lives is only for their own desires...

Where is the fun?Where's the fun? "

In a daze, the six-foot-tall man with a hooked nose and protruding jaw, as agile as a cat, and with extraordinary wisdom faced himself again, standing on the cliff beside the Reichenbach Falls.

"What do you think life is——

—James Moriarty! ! ! "

Chapter 154 The Dragon's Dream

"Xiaolan... Xiaolan..."

This is where?

The scorching temperature woke Mao Lilan up.

The flames are all over the sky, and the red stones are roasted to crack from time to time. There is no water here, only magma and blood flow in the cracks.

"This is hell."

The vicissitudes of life sounded with exhaustion and pain, Mao Lilan's eyes widened suddenly, tears flowed out together with unbelievable emotions, and she was instantly burned dry when she hit the ground.

"father!"

Turning around, Moori Kogoro in white looked at Mourilan with a gratified smile.

"I didn't expect to see you again after I died... Sorry, Dad always drinks and always asks you to cook, always unreliable..."

"No, no daddy...I know you're protecting me...."

She rushed forward and hugged her father, Mao Lilan burst into tears.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry... I killed my mother..."

"No, Xiaolan."

The voice that used to be as cold as the snow on the high mountains rang out, but this time it contained uncontrollable excitement.

"mom, Mom, Mom?!"

Fei Yingli, who was also dressed in white, hugged her daughter from behind, and Mao Lilan saw the brighter and brighter light behind her mother.

"Mom doesn't blame you, it's the murderer who killed Kogoro.

Xiaolan, Mom and Dad can't be with you anymore, and you must live a good life by yourself in the future..."

Fei Yingli hugged Mao Lilan and turned around, gently pushing her daughter to the light.

"Take care, Xiaolan......"

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"Take care? How can you take care of yourself?"

In the interrogation room, Black Tail Nightmare sneered, looking at Mao Lilan who was immersed in a sweet dream because of 【Reaper 13】.

Although for the boss's plan, Mao Lilan will definitely be subject to conditional non-prosecution for being a minor and committing a crime of negligence, but is it really that simple?

"Indeed, Mr. Black Tail."

Having inserted the memory disc into Mao Lilan's head, Hei Kuling looked at his watch while drinking tea.

"Although our Miss Maori will be able to come to school to study normally tomorrow. But what she has to face is still a friend full of kindness?"

There is nothing wrong with the saying that the prejudice in the human heart is a mountain.

Even if Mao Lilan was purely unintentional, she was indeed the one who killed Concubine Yingli. Whether in the East or the West, "mother killing" is an extreme evil that cannot be tolerated by common sense.

The teachers, classmates, friends, neighbors, and acquaintances who once greeted her with a smile all regarded her as the god of plague, and Kurosaki Ji didn’t intend to hide Mao Lilan’s information like the neon government protected the murderer “Youth A” stand up........

Mao Lilan, Social Death Reservation.

"It doesn't matter. The boss said that after killing 'someone', Mao Lilan's value will be completely gone. It doesn't matter whether she is dead or alive at that time, what matters is this."

Hei Kuling stood up and pointed to Mao Lilan's head.

"My [White Snake] can turn other people's minds and [Substitute Ability] into CDs and pull them out.

All the new batch of snakeheads caught before were sent to the boss for a "substitute awakening experiment". The successful ones were all stored in my CD box, and I just gave one to Mao Lilan. "

After all, both of them sneered, extremely cruel.

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There was a pungent smell of sulfuric acid in the air, black smoke engulfed the blue sky, and the dullness and noise lingered in the factory area for a long time.

This is 1880, London, the Rotten Country.

"How is the situation, Colonel Moran?"

In a bar on Queen Street, the gray-haired old professor looked at the majestic middle-aged man opposite him.