Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe grabbed Ireland, who was about to jump up out of fright, and covered his mouth.

Ireland was dragged into a corner and watched helplessly as the other party took out a corpse from somewhere and threw it on the ground.

The main thing is that the clothes on the corpse looked very familiar.

...Why are the clothes exactly the same as his? !

"Hush - don't make any noise, or you'll become like it."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe pointed at the fake corpse on the ground.

Ireland is quiet.

But the pain in my arm couldn't be ignored.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead and stuck to Yun Xianhe's fingers that were covering the other person's mouth.

The brave man estimated that the helicopter would leave in a while, looked down at him, took out two painkillers from his system backpack and stuffed them into the other's mouth.

"to beat."

Ireland's vision began to blur from the blood loss.

He tilted his head to look at the person who took out gauze from somewhere to seal his wound. Like a dying man, he inexplicably recalled his life.

"Ale, right? Why did you save me?"

The killer's voice was a little hoarse, and more of it was confusion.

Judging from the news sent back by Gin and his friends, Ireland believes that even if the two organizations are not mortal enemies, they are at least enemies.

How could anyone save his enemy?

It's not possible that everyone in this organization really has weird quirks.

He never kills anyone, but takes pleasure in destroying the other's spirit.

This was something that Vermouth had vaguely guessed - she said that Gin's mental state had been a little off recently.

Ireland scoffed at this because he felt that Gin's spirit had never been right.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing by, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and exerted a little force on the hand that was tying the gauze, successfully getting a suppressed inhalation sound from the other party.

Looking at Ireland who glared at him, Yun Xianhe smiled as if he had succeeded in playing a prank.

Like a naughty child.

Yun Xianhe simply treated the other person's wound while saying nonchalantly:

"I just think that letting you die right away is too easy for you. I want you to witness the fall of your former employer with your own eyes, let you confess the sins you have committed with your own mouth, and let justice judge you personally."

The brave man took out the splint to fix the bone and said,

"It's too easy to make someone disappear, but the obscured truth needs the light of dawn to guide the delayed justice. And you..."

"hiss--"

Yun Xianhe, who had fixed his arm around the other person's neck, looked at the man who bit his cheek and refused to speak, and chuckled:

"A meteor piercing through the clouds or a gravel buried in the mud, which one do you want to be?"

Painkillers work very quickly.

The pain from the bandage made Ireland's back covered in cold sweat.

He looked down at his arm that had been properly treated, and then looked at Yun Xianhe.

He thought the latter was asking about the injury, so he briefly explained:

"It won't be a big problem in the short term. Once we go out and find a doctor to repair it, it will be fine."

Ireland paused when he heard this.

It seemed as if medicine had been sprinkled on the arm, and the originally painful wound was now only left with a slight numb itchy feeling.

"What's Yun Xianhe's relationship with you?"

Yun Xianhe, who was suddenly asked this question, looked at Ireland strangely.

The person wearing Ale's skin said bluntly:

"You can think of him as our leader. He taught us everything."

After all, the core programs were all written by him personally.

Ireland fell silent upon hearing this.

After a while, he chuckled:

“They won’t succeed.”

With people like that around, those people wouldn't be able to succeed.

What’s more, it’s a matter of taking Yun Xianhe away.

Threat?

I'm afraid that when he came up with the idea of ​​catching the child, he had already been targeted by this group of people.

"Ok?"

Yun Xianhe glanced at Ireland, not understanding what he meant.

The person involved did not want to explain and huddled in a corner in a depressed state.

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe ignored him and just concentrated on listening to the sound of the propeller mixed with the sound of rain outside.

On the helicopter.

Kiel felt complicated when he saw two bodies exposed from the corner of the wall through the monitor.

Curacao, who was standing by, took a look and felt something was not right.

Cohen and Chianti, sitting in the back, looked uninterested.

Chianti looked at Ireland's body, half of which was smashed, and curled his lips, as if he was a little disgusted:

"It's so ugly."

It would be better to be shot by her sniper rifle.

Cohen next to him said in a depressed tone:

"I wanted to fire that shot, too."

If it were him, he would definitely not let Ireland get away.

That bullet would definitely go through the opponent's skull, leaving a perfect bullet hole.

Curacao glanced at the body on the ground, and after a long silence, he moved the helicopter closer to the Neon Tower.

"Chianti, check to see if the other person is really dead."

Chianti's eyes lit up when he heard this:

"give it to me!"

·

Ding, Dang,

The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed in the cluttered observation deck.

Yun Xianhe, who was hiding in the corner, looked up vigilantly at the source of the sound. After seeing what it was, his pupils shrank suddenly. He turned around, carried Ireland and hid in another corner:

"Do not move!"

boom!

The grenade exploded, and the powerful impact shattered all the remaining glass on the observation deck windows.

Yun Xianhe, whose ears were ringing from the sound so close to him, shook his head to shake off the gravel in his hair, and glanced at Ireland, who was being protected by him.

Well, good, he doesn't look dead.

Ireland, who was forced to press his injured arm down, rolled his eyes in pain.

when,

Again? !

Yun Xianhe looked towards the source of the sound vigilantly, and was stunned for a moment when he saw an iron can that was different from a grenade.

This shape seems to be,

呲——

A puff of white smoke escaped from the tin.

Seeing this, Yun Xianhe's eyebrows jumped, and he hurriedly ran towards the stairs carrying Ireland.

After crowding the people in the blind spot of the door, Yun Xianhe forced them to put on gas masks while whispering:

"Stay here obediently."

Thinking about it, he added:

"Don't even think about running. There are micro-trackers embedded in the medicine I gave you and in your arm. The kind that can remotely explode."

Ireland, who had originally wanted to retort to the other party, was stunned when he heard this and looked at Yun Xianhe in disbelief.

"Are you guys so crazy?"

"Each each other."

In short, if you don't run, you'll be fine.

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe didn't care whether Ireland would believe him or not. He pulled up the hood of his cloak neatly, covering his eyebrows and eyes just right.

Ireland only felt a flash before his eyes, and the other party completely merged into the darkness in front of him like a ghost.

The thin figure was as fast as a ghost, and he rushed up the stairs in three or two steps. The footsteps were so light that they could not even cover the crisp sound of falling rain.

The smoke that had just spread over didn't even touch the other person's clothes.

At the same time, the people on the helicopter were still observing the scene on the observation deck.

Chianti seemed to be addicted to the game, throwing grenades and tear gas in turn.

After Curacao flew a plane around the tower, he used these two tools to plow that level of the observation deck.

This was a tough situation for Ireland, who was hiding outside the corridor.

Fortunately, Yun Xianhe placed him in this place before leaving, instead of letting him hide inside.