Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The robot, who was about to struggle, paused when he heard this.

"I do not know."

"Do not you know?"

"do not know."

The stand-in robot said it with certainty.

However, the ghost showed no sign of letting go.

The hand pressing on the Adam's apple increased its pressure a little more, and the fruit green eyes became dim, like a deep forest with heavy fog, and just being stared at made people feel short of breath.

The magician pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed coldly:

"Then tell me, what are these abnormalities in my body?"

The hand that was pinching his neck loosened.

The ghost didn't even look back. He easily snatched the syringe that the substitute robot secretly took out again and threw it out.

Phew—bang!

The simple syringe was thrown by the other party with a sound of breaking through the air.

The glass tube wall shattered on the spot after hitting the wall.

The remaining debris scattered everywhere, hitting the photo frames, table lamps and other items on the side table, knocking them over easily.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another,

Zhu Fujingguang and the other three people in the living room downstairs all looked up.

The sound came and went quickly.

After making sure there was nothing unusual, Zhu Fushimi glanced at Conan and Hattori:

"Nothing will happen, right?"

Conan thought of the two people who were entangled on the floor not long ago, and his throat choked, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Hattori on the side laughed:

"There shouldn't be any problem, right? After all, Xianhe is such a skilled guy."

It should be said that Hattori's second half of the sentence was very right and it calmed the other two people's worries.

Conan held the teacup and said uncertainly:

"Maybe the two of them are just trying to keep in touch..."

At the same time, inside the room.

The ghost didn't look at what kind of tragic scene his casual attack had caused.

He just looked at Yun Xianhe.

It seems like I am asking the other person, but also like I am asking myself:

“I don’t remember ever being this strong.

In the team, there are only three people who have the strength to do this - Uncle Shitou, Mr., and Yunyun.

The master's strength is the smallest among the three. If he wants to achieve the blow he just made, he must have used all his strength, but I still have some strength to spare;

Uncle Shi has enough strength, but his moves are wrong.

That action just now was a lesson in the Adventure Department's Dagger Class."

The magician leaned forward suddenly.

The fingers pressing on the robot's Adam's apple increased their strength, and a subtle creaking sound echoed in the room.

The pair of fruit green eyes stared closely at the pair of heterochromatic pupils hidden behind the glasses, and the tone was obscure:

"Tell me, why? Why can I do this?"

"I, don't, know... sir, uh!"

"Do you think I won't kill you if you wear this face?"

A silver dagger fell into the magician's free hand.

"Let me guess, where will your mechanical core be located?"

The tip of the knife, flashing with cold light, went all the way down from the center of the eyebrows, and finally hovered in the middle of the heart.

"here?"

"My lord, please calm down... ahem, we ahem! We said before that you will know everything tomorrow, by that time, uh!"

The robot, who could see that the ghost was beginning to doubt all this, was still trying to comfort him.

However, as the other party had said before, he was not a good-tempered person.

This is especially true when it comes to people he cares about.

The dagger grazed the robot's temple and pierced into the pillow below, nailing it firmly to the mattress.

The usually elegant magician now had messy hair and the whites of his eyes were full of red bloodshot from being forced awake.

He approached the substitute robot and growled:

"Don't play tricks! Tell me where Yun Xianhe is!

Is he injured? Cursed?

Why do I have the same power as him?

Why can I perform his moves naturally?

Why do you have to wait until tomorrow? What are you planning? "

Quiet hysteria.

With every word the magician spoke, he exerted more force with his hands.

However, when he saw the robot looking at him with a look of heartache in its eyes, he felt uncomfortable all over.

After his Adam's apple rolled up and down, the ghost's voice became a little hoarse:

"Did he come to an agreement with something? Sacrifice? A pact of shared destiny? Is tomorrow... the deadline for integration?"

The robot didn't answer.

A large alarm page of "Mechanical body under oppression" flashed on his light computer screen.

Feiying skillfully bypassed the alarm, reopened a light screen from the side, and urgently contacted 09 and others.

[The master seems to be remembering! He is a little excited. We z##&*]

The second half of the message turned into a string of garbled characters due to the sudden shaking and ultimately failed to be sent out successfully.

The robot's originally empty gaze was fixed on the face of the person in front of it.

"Speak! Speak! Don't think I don't know. You are communicating on the intranet, right? You are discussing how to solve this problem, right?"

It turns out that external things are not trustworthy!

Feiying, who was guessed to be trying to chat, curled his fingers slightly.

He remained expressionless, and forced himself to move the mechanical nerves around the corners of his mouth to force a smile:

"My Lord, you worry too much. I will never, ever hurt you."

"Okay, okay... I believe you. So, now tell me where he is? Is he locked up by you guys?"

The magician's hoarse voice changed from questioning at the beginning to pleading:

"He's most afraid of the dark... You can't lock him up alone, he'll be scared."

"We can't possibly do such a thing!"

The robot's voice was somewhat agitated, but the ghost was even more excited:

"Then let me see him, and tell me where he is?"

"Please keep your voice down. The people downstairs might hear it and come up... Ugh!"

The sound from the oppressed speaker was intermittent, mixed with subtle electric current sounds.

After hearing this, the magician regained some of his sanity.

He swallowed, trying to soothe his dry throat.

The two were in a stalemate.

After making sure that no one came upstairs, the robot breathed a sigh of relief and advised again:

"Sir, please calm down. Wait a little longer. There are only 19 hours left..."

"Wait, wait! Damn waiting! I don't want to wait! I want to see him now! Tell me! What did you do to him!"

"grown ups,"

"Now! Give him back to me!"

The robot's repeated admonition did not work, but instead irritated the magician who had originally calmed down.

What are these empty shells hiding?

This feeling of being concealed in a huge conspiracy is even more disgusting than discovering that the devil's minions had infiltrated the power departments like a sieve.

A worst-case scenario flashed through the ghost's mind, causing his fingertips to turn cold.

The pair of fruit green eyes narrowed slightly, and the handsome brows were tightly furrowed.

No, there is absolutely no way that could happen.

Yes, it’s impossible. After all, Yunyun is the cornerstone and will not die.

Then the violation in oneself,

His eyes inadvertently glanced at the pair of high-imitation heterochromatic eyes.

The magician saw his own expressionless self in the intangible glass bead - gloomy and heartless.

...not quite like a ghost.