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

"These two locations are both snow-covered places, and Holmes has even been to one of them.

These two places are......"

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"Fortunately, today is still very peaceful......"

5 pm.

In a certain hotel, Edogawa Conan was lying in the room, enjoying the long-lost peace.

God is sorry to see, under the influence of Kurosaki Ji's conspiracy, what kind of torture this kid has suffered.

First, he was shot by Hiroki Sawada and was hospitalized. After finally getting out of the hospital, he was hunted down by a mysterious killer. On the way, he received news of the death of his father-in-law and mother-in-law......

If he can still learn the story of the "harmony" between his parents and his mother, he can make a family bucket.

"Damn murderer! Damn black organization..."

Urasumol: You slandered me!You slander me!

On a rare day when there was no pursuit, Conan emptied his mind, lay on the bed and ate a takeaway called Kaifeng.

"It's really unpalatable...... I really want to eat the rice cooked by Xiaolan......"

"Jingle jingle jingle—"

The phone rang, and Conan quickly took out the phone in his pocket.

The incoming call shows "Mitsuhiko".

"Conan, where are you?"

The little friend's voice was hurried and anxious, and besides that, it contained some kind of indescribable emotion, but it was a pity that Conan, who was also anxious, couldn't hear it.

"I found a clue to the murderer!"

"Really, really! Mitsuhiko!"

Conan was very pleasantly surprised, and did not perceive Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's weird emotions at all.

In order to solve the case, you can leave your girlfriend aside alone; in order to catch the criminal, you can use reasoning as a game to satisfy your desire to perform; for the justice in your heart, you can do anything. This is the brave man of fate, Conan.

"As you said, the murderer was terrible, and I can't tell you any more.

Come quickly to Setagaya District, next to the western restaurant at No. [-], *** Street, and I will tell you..."

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

Go now.......the murderer you want to hunt......is there......

To rip his minions.......Hold his head......

In the dark, the voice of fate sounded in Conan's mind, prompting him to put on the foot strengthening shoes, take out the solar skateboard placed beside the bed, and set off towards the destination after checking the anesthesia needle.

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"Did you feel it? Mao Lilan? Did you feel where the magic bullet went?"

In the Maori Detective Agency, one person and one stand-in are having the final exchange.

"I feel it, it's in Setagaya Ward.

It's time, let's go. "

Instead of the angel's sweet smile, Mao Lilan's face was as cold as ice.

The angel's tears will no longer flow down, because they have been drained.

"A person's most precious thing is undoubtedly tears."

[Magic Bullet Shooter] has a teasing expression on his face, enjoying the human comedy of fallen angels together with the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Once the tears run dry, you will become a demon at the bottom of the sky, okay?"

"It's okay, anyway......"

The gentle voice is no longer the same as before. Mao Lilan's cold voice declares that she is no longer the kind girl who can smile and say "it's a beautiful thing to like someone".

"...Anyway, my world is undoubtedly hell.

Now, there is only one evil ghost missing..."

Wearing sneakers and loose clothes are not only convenient for hiding guns, but also help Mao Lilan to maximize his karate in an emergency.

The pistol that was given to Hiroki Sawada by Ji Kurosaki and obtained by Ran Mori was filled with the bullets left by Kogoro Mori.

"It doesn't matter if it's hell or a ghost, whatever happens after that... I just want revenge...

Please, [Magic Bullet Shooter]. "

At the same time, in the western restaurant at No. [-] *** Street, Setagaya District.

"The sizzling steak in this shop is delicious...... It's a pity that my parents didn't come to take me to eat."

Greedy children often don't want to be restrained by their parents, and the same is true for Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko.

But if he could do it all over again, he would rather eat green peppers made by his mother at home than eat steak here with tears in his eyes.

"Kudou Shinichi, Kudo Shinichi, Kudo Shinichi..."

Only by killing you, my life can start again......

"It's time, let's go."

And at this very moment, Hell · Thistle Demon Mansion.

"Let's save the story for tomorrow."

Standing up from the bedroom, Kurosaki Ji gently kissed his daughter's forehead, and put down the reluctant Agatha in his arms.

Finally, it's time to sacrifice "Jesus"......

"Come on, little guy."

For some reason, Lucifer called back the address he had when he first met Kurosaki Ji.

It's been almost a year since we met, right?

From weak human beings to tyrannical high-level vampires, malice grows like rotten flowers from the abyss, each of which makes the queen of hell intoxicated.

What a......cute kid.

He hugged Kurosaki Jiji who was about to turn away from behind, and the queen's red lips were pressed against Kurosaki Jiji's ear.

"Wu Yunchanglong, and don't forget to bring me the [ingredients]."

"Yes, my Majesty the Queen."

Stepping onto the teleportation circle, Kurosaki Ji closed his eyes, allowing the blood-red energy to bring him back to the human world.

"It's time, let's go."

This is the final stage.

Chapter 160 Sacrifice Jesus

"Hoo...... Hoo......"

Unlike Kurosaki Ji, who walked through the portal, and Mori Ran, whose home was relatively close to Setagaya, Conan, who was hiding in a relatively remote hotel, took a lot of effort to come here.

Even if the speed of the solar skateboard can go up to high speed, the wind pressure blowing on the face for an hour is enough for Conan to drink a pot all the way down the road.

Although he was out of breath, Conan's eyes were still bright, like lights in the dark night.

right here!

Not only Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's instructions, but more importantly, his own deep feelings.

The closer you are, the more obvious the shock of the soul and the trembling of the body.

Obviously the sun is so warm, pedestrians are so cheerful, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is so beautiful......

But the spine is as if frozen by ice, almost even the bone marrow is trembling...

sin.

This is the smell of sin........

"Conan! This way!"

The sudden boy's voice interrupted the detective's thoughts.

"Mitsuhiko..."

The voice of the last partner immediately made Conan feel emotional, and tears almost came out of his eyes.

Great.......at least you are not taken by the devil........

I really don't know, who else can I trust besides Xiaolan......

"There are too many people here, let's come here."

Pointing to the alley behind him, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko's expression was full of anxiety, he walked up and pulled Conan into it.

"It should be ok now, Mitsuhiko?"

This alley is the product of the failure of a certain municipal government's urban construction plan.

The road that Conan and the two walked in was straight and narrow, and when they walked about two-thirds of the way, there was a crossroad, and the three forked roads led to a dark dead end.

If you use a drone to take aerial photos, the photo of this alley in Setagaya District is like a lacquered shelf suddenly appearing in a colorful garden.

At the crossroads, there was nothing there—except for two chairs.

Pulling up a chair, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko sat down, his posture didn't look like he wanted to talk to others about the murderer who might take his name at any time, but it seemed like he wanted to have afternoon tea with a good friend while chatting about the weather and anime.

"Mitsuhiko, what are you going to do? What about the murderer?"

Facing the anxious famous detective, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya still took his time.

Putting his hand in his trouser pocket, the pistol "Thirty Silver Coins" flashed a disturbing light, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

"Conan, sit down."

The coldness in the words made Edogawa Conan realize that the boy in front of him was no longer the former Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya——

——His [eyes] are exactly the same as Sawada Hiroki that day!

"Sit down, Conan."

The "thirty silver coins" had already been loaded, and the tender index finger was inserted into the trigger hole, forming a strange scene of both innocence and cruelty.

"This position is good, you can see all directions and hear all directions, and it can also prevent the target from escaping.

Now tell me, why did my mother die that day?Edogawa Conan?Or--

Kudo Shinichi? "

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"Google, toot, toot—ha~"

After pouring down a bottle of wine boldly, Karasuma showed a relaxed expression that did not match his delicate face.

Wiping his mouth, the former villain king sat on the chair and tilted his head, and began to dig out his own pocket.

"I almost forgot, that notebook has already been given to that kid...but that's okay."

Turn on the phone, "November 11, Sunday" on the calendar is bright red.

"Bright red like blood, so beautiful - better than 'prayer', better than 'praise'.

fate?It's just a beautiful misunderstanding, like a bubble, it will burst when you poke it.

Thistle Kurosaki, I have a feeling that you might be able to do things that all villains can't—

——Let 'evil' defeat 'justice'. "

While muttering to himself, he took out a specially made encrypted mobile phone to communicate with his subordinates.

"Rum? I'm 'the bartender.'

Ask the peripheral members to clean up around *** Street in Setagaya District. I don't want to see troublesome rabbits appearing around the hunting ground. "

Although it is not my hunting ground.