Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

After catching his breath, Matsuda did not go to see Kenji Hagiwara immediately.

His eyes, which were almost unable to open, looked smugly at Gin, whose face had turned dark, and then fell on the back of the young man on the large display screen in the center of the room.

Back view...why is it always back view...

Matsuda Jinpei, who was measuring the width of the other person's shoulders with his eyes, suddenly laughed out loud.

So the person protecting them is so frail... So amazing...

"Asshole... you, your wishful thinking... has failed."

Matsuda Jinpei spoke intermittently, but the determination and confidence in his tone did not diminish at all:

"Do you think that if we see him kill someone, we will give up on him? Haha..."

Looking at the person walking towards him, Matsuda Jinpei bared his teeth that were slightly red from being soaked in blood and said sarcastically:

"It's impossible. And you can't beat him! Cough!"

Gin, who had kicked the man down, looked at the man's wolf-like ferocious eyes and smiled maliciously:

"How do you know I can't win?"

"Ha, haha... isn't this obvious?"

Matsuda Jinpei gasped as he let the other person step on the wound on his abdomen.

But Gin was clearly confident.

He stepped harder, bent over and approached Matsuda, and said firmly:

"As long as you guys are alive, he can't win."

Hearing this, Jinpei Matsuda's pupils shrank and his brows immediately raised.

Gin smiled happily when he saw the other person's expression change instantly.

Before the other party could speak again, he waved to the person beside him:

"Shut his mouth, don't let him find a chance to die."

The game has just begun.

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the last one.

The sound of bodies falling echoed in the empty factory.

The blood-soaked hero half raised his head and looked at the little moonlight leaking through the cracks in the roof of the dilapidated warehouse.

After just one glance, he withdrew all his attention.

The man who was neither red-faced nor out of breath threw away the long sword in his hand, shook his bloody fingertips vigorously, and finally looked down at his coat:

"Ah... this is hard to wash."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe took off his coat and used the clean side to wipe the blood off his hands and possible blood stains on his face.

The man who simply cleaned it threw away his wrinkled coat and tugged at the collar of the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Huh... This one is really tiring. I haven't killed so many people in hundreds of years."

Yun Xianhe made a complaint, then put his hands in his pockets and started walking around the factory.

16 keys.

It took nearly two hours to kill the enemy, and only 20 minutes to find the key.

Finally, the hero who had completed his mission walked on the blood that had almost become a puddle, and approached the surveillance camera in the middle of the factory step by step:

"Did you enjoy watching it?"

Yun Xianhe looked up and asked, after casually throwing the 16 keys on the table under surveillance.

A hoarse, deep laugh came from a loudspeaker hidden in a hidden location.

Yun Xianhe scratched his ears and tilted his head and said:

"Aren't you going to come out and see me?"

"Wait there."

There was a sound of a microphone being cut off.

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe took a deep breath, turned his head left and right as if a little uncomfortable, and then began to look around the entire factory.

“The ground was gray at first.”

Yun Xianhe muttered something, hooked his toes, and kicked the already cold corpse beside him a little further away.

Now, apart from Hong, the only things left are these corpses dressed in black.

Gin didn't keep Yun Xianhe waiting too long.

Or perhaps, the other party's excitement and novelty about discovering Yun Xianhe, a fellow of his kind, even made him quicken his pace.

The man in the black windbreaker stood in the shadow of the exit, staring at Yun Xianhe quietly with his snake-like eyes.

Yun Xianhe's keen senses allowed him to discover Gin's location the moment he was being watched, so he also looked straight at him.

One light, one dark. One white, one black.

There are corpses everywhere under the feet of the gods, and there are stars around the villains.

Yun Xianhe looked at the large group of people following behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked back:

"Once is not enough, do you want to do it again?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not that boring."

In response, Gin appeared from the darkness, followed by a group of fully armed men in black.

And the 16 hostages who were walking in the middle and were carried, dragged and dragged out.

Everyone was bruised and looked miserable.

At this moment, their hands and feet were tied, their mouths were gagged, and they were piled together haphazardly.

The hero's eyes retracted when he saw the familiar person, and were focused again on Gin, who was smiling particularly wickedly.

"It seems that Mr. G is quite honest. Can I take them away?"

Although he said this, Yun Xianhe had no intention of moving forward.

The few people who were still barely conscious looked up at him - the figure standing under the beam of light, a dreamlike salvation like a god.

"Don't worry."

As Gin finished speaking.

The sound of boots trotting on the ground was heard again in the warehouse.

Yun Xianhe stood there without moving, allowing the fully armed men in black to surround him layer by layer.

Two meters apart, the distance those holding guns consider safe.

The expression on the surrounded boy's face did not change at all, he just looked at Gin with some confusion.

"They can go, but you have to stay."

"Uh huh!!!"

The hostages piled together made struggling whimpering sounds, as if they were answering for Yun Xianhe.

The hero who didn't look at that side raised his eyebrows slightly:

"What if I must take them away myself? Or is that old man not afraid of death?"

Hearing this, Gin sneered, as if he had expected it, took out a pistol from his pocket and threw it to Yun Xianhe.

Then he threw two more magazines over.

The brave man caught them all easily and waited quietly for his next move.

"16 shots, either at them or at yourself, and then I'll let you go. That's what the gentleman said."

The demon said this with his eyes blocked by the brim of his hat.

Yun Xianhe couldn't see the other person's eyes, but he could see the corners of his mouth that were raised to an exaggerated level because of excitement or happiness.

"You have to break through it."

"No no no!"

"Be quiet, little one."

Seeing Yun Xianhe checking the guns so efficiently, everyone could no longer sit still.

But the guards around are not vegetarians either.

The warning fist fell limply before it could even reach the nearest person.

At the first gunshot, Yun Xianhe mercilessly shot and killed the man in black who attacked the hostage.

The few people who were startled by the splattered blood and the sudden gunshot looked up blankly, only to see the boy who didn't even give them a glance and gave Gin a perfect smile:

"How about I shoot you and you answer me a question?"

"Who did it hit?"

Yun Xianhe answered Gin's question with practical actions.

He placed the still warm muzzle of the gun against the palm of his free hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom.

Blood bloomed under the horrified eyes of his friends. The young man smiled calmly and asked the devil:

"Will you answer?"