Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Since they are new recruits, they are not recorded in the last data...

Thinking of this, 09 casually glanced at the carriage in the distance and pointed it to Conan:

"At that connection, someone pushed him onto the platform."

"What does the other person look like!"

"He was dressed in black, and I couldn't see his face clearly."

"Thank you!"

After receiving the news, Conan didn't care why this man looked a little strange, and turned around to share the news with Morobushi Kagemitsu and the others.

"What?! Are you saying Xianhe got off at the previous stop?!"

"Well, someone just said so. He said that Brother Xianhe was pushed down by someone."

When Zhu Fushiki Jingguang heard what Conan said, his expression became a little solemn.

The Black Organization strikes again?

"I'll get off the bus and take the return trip to find him."

"Then we..."

"Xiaolan, you guys should go back first."

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the backpack containing the documents from the shelf, turned to look at Xiaolan and others, and said casually:

"It's okay, I was just accidentally pushed off the bus by a passenger, that's all. I'll take Xianhe back soon."

"but,"

"Xiao Lan, what Brother Midorikawa said is true. If we all go back, we will definitely have to go through more procedures, which will waste more time."

After hearing what Sonoko said, Xiaolan stopped talking about going with him and instead asked with concern:

"Then Brother Midorikawa, if you get into trouble, remember to tell us."

"it is good."

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara who were standing next to them were also planning to follow, but were stopped by Keimitsu Morifushi.

"I can go by myself."

"Hir,"

"It's ok."

Matsuda Jinpei, who had just uttered a sound, was forcibly interrupted by Morobushi Kagemitsu.

The latter had his usual gentle smile on his face and spoke in a firm tone:

"I will definitely find Xianhe, and then we will return home safely."

"Mr. Midorikawa."

"Ok?"

Hearing the voice, Morobushi Keimitsu looked down at Conan.

The little detective put the watch into Zhu Fujingguang's palm, looked at him straight in the eyes, and said solemnly:

"please."

This was the only weapon he had that he could give to the other party.

Zhu Fujingguang clenched the watch in his hand.

He knew how to use this thing. He had heard it in Yun Xianhe's casual chat a long time ago.

"The train has arrived..."

"Do not worry."

No matter what the cost, he will bring Xianhe back.

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boom!

"Well,!"

Curacao frowned in pain as his back hit the tree.

His hand movements were very quick, and he directly transferred the dagger in his right hand to his left hand.

His left hand, which still had some strength, held the knife across his body in alert, while his right arm, which had completely lost its strength, hung down to the side as if abandoned.

Yun Xianhe looked at the man who was still able to hold the knife, and thought that this man's skills were actually quite good.

If you can't beat them, at least you can hide.

Although it's a bit annoying that she sticks to him again immediately after she sees him leaving.

However, what puzzled him most was why this person was so tough?

Those who came to cause trouble the day before yesterday fell down after being beaten twice by him.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe glanced at the branch in his hand that had been broken once.

Does holding a branch to avoid being cut by a knife reduce your strength?

But that's okay.

The opponent has already lost this battle.

Looking at Curacao who was leaning against the tree and was somewhat unsteady, Yun Xianhe approached him step by step.

Give it another punch.

If he couldn't knock the person unconscious, he would use the branch in his hand to pierce the opponent's shoulders and pin the person to the ground.

He doesn't want to play anymore, he wants to go back.

call out--

There was an extremely subtle noise in the air.

Yun Xianhe's ears twitched and he quickly turned around and hid to the side.

The bright red anesthetic needles on the tail feathers were arranged in rows on the grass, and stopped in front of the tree where Yun Xianhe was hiding.

Yun Xianhe, who was hiding behind a tree, tilted his head to take a look and frowned slightly.

A tranquilizer gun? What are these people trying to do?

Chianti in the distance let out a dissatisfied sound when he saw that he had missed the target.

"I told you this thing doesn't work!"

Cohen, who was standing by, said as he reloaded his ammunition:

"To live."

"I got it!"

Chianti took aim again and exhaled. He looked at the tree in the scope and saw nothing unusual. He muttered softly:

"Good boy, come out and let your sister see--"

When Curacao saw the anesthetic needle, he knew that support was coming.

The sound of the grass being trampled was particularly obvious.

Curacao was trying to support her body, guarding against Yun Xianhe's sudden attack, while looking towards the source of the sound.

"What a mess, Curacao."

"Oh, Gil, you wouldn't necessarily get anything good if you were in my place."

His gaze shifted from Keel, who had his hat pulled down, to Bo Ben, who had a stern face.

Seeing that all the usable force had been gathered at once, Curacao curled the corners of his mouth.

She forced herself to stand up, bit the dagger in her hand with her mouth, and then grasped her right wrist with her left hand and twisted it hard.

Click

"Ok!"

The dislocated wrist was forcibly put back into place.

Curacao's face turned pale for a moment and he frowned. Apart from the muffled groan at the beginning, he didn't make any other sound.

After a while, Curacao picked up the dagger again and looked at the tree where Yun Xianhe was hiding, with a somewhat sarcastic tone:

"If we let him get away again, one of us..."

There is definitely an undercover agent.

This makes it easier to check.

The one with the least injuries in close combat and the most crooked aim among snipers must be an undercover agent.

Bourbon and Kil felt a sinking feeling in their hearts when they understood what he meant.

Toru Amuro looked at the tree in the distance with some complicated feelings, and kept shouting in his heart for the other party to run away quickly.

"Aren't you the best at turning danger into safety and performing miracles?"

A person with a confused mind doesn't show it on his face, and still looks like a qualified cold-blooded killer.

Kiel on the side was struggling between letting the opponent go and taking action.

She's killed enough people.

Now, is she going to push a young man into the abyss with her own hands?

'elder sister!'

The image of his younger brother flashed through his mind, and Kiel quietly clenched his hands.

No, no matter what, we must not allow the other party to have the possibility of joining the Black Organization.

They both have their own thoughts, but they are still setting the right example.

At Curacao's signal, Toru Amuro took out the anesthetic smoke bomb provided by the Black Organization's laboratory before departure from his backpack, and also took out a few gas masks for several people.

"what is this?"

Curacao asked.

The person giving the order in the headset only said that someone was coming for support, but didn't say what it was.

It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but Gil spoke before Bourbon:

"Anesthetic bullet from the laboratory. Remember to wear your gas mask when using it."

It's not a deliberately amplified sound, but it's not a suppressed sound either.

At least the tree where Yun Xianhe was located could definitely hear it.

Hearing this, Bourbon glanced at Kiel.

Curacao didn't think so much.

She swiftly took the gas mask from Bourbon and put it on herself, then excitedly headed towards Yun Xianhe's hiding place with the anesthetic bullets.

Now it's her turn to take revenge!