Conan World: Break Free from Fate and Run to You

"Azhi, how are you?" Toru Amuro stood up. There were scratches on his bare arms, but they didn't look serious.

"Xiao Ling, did you come here specially to help me?" Bai Zhi stood there, tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "You hurt your companion."

"You are my companion, right?" Amuro Toru was a little helpless, but he was still in the mood to joke with him. It seemed that nothing happened, but he was overly nervous: "I thought you would continue to do your so-called business, why did you suddenly come here?"

Toru Amuro thought Bai Zhi would answer directly, and he asked casually, but he didn't expect Bai Zhi to get stuck.

"...I, I'm curious because I smelled blood." Bai Zhi crossed her arms and looked away unnaturally: "I didn't come here because I was worried about you."

So, what this sentence means is that you came to check because you smelled blood and were worried that he might be hurt, right?

Toru Amuro didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could actually translate the meaning behind Bai Zhi's words in seconds.

Toru Amuro finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he stood up, a white shadow jumped directly down from the stairs. It didn't even walk up one flight of stairs, but just jumped directly. It seemed that the person had a strong fate. Toru Amuro was so scared that he quickly took two steps forward to catch Bai Zhi to prevent her from falling.

"Xiao Ling, you said I was your companion!" Bai Zhi cheered excitedly, jumped down and hugged Amuro Toru's waist accurately: "So, you are here to help me, right?"

"Hmph, since you're so diligent in helping me, I won't hold it against you for going out without me." Bai Zhi grinned, looking smug.

"How dare you say that..." Amuro Toru sighed. He really wanted to ask Bai Zhi why she didn't just stay at home and ran out without saying a word.

But as he watched the furry little head raised up from his chest, he realized that at some point, those almond-shaped eyes seemed to light up when they looked at him. Every time those shining eyes looked at him, he was unable to say anything harsh.

Looking at Baizhi's happy expression, Amuro Toru swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Sometimes, Toru Amuro felt that Baizhi and the golden retriever she brought back were really a family. He usually ignored the white Shiba Inu at home and was very arrogant, but as soon as Haro circled around him, he would wag his tail happily.

No, that's not right. Wouldn't that mean he is the same kind as Harrow?

Toru Amuro had a headache. He had only been with Bai Zhi for a short time, but his thinking had been distorted.

"Do you know how dangerous this place is? You ran into the organization today." Amuro Toru pinched Bai Zhi's little face: "Vermouth and I planned to retreat, but..."

"But Smino brought his own people here, I know." Bai Zhi then let go of Amuro Toru's waist and pursed her lips: "They can't beat me."

"You?" Amuro Toru obviously didn't believe it.

Are you the one whose lungs nearly explode after running a few steps? Are you the one who fainted after taking a walk in the rain?

"I told you I can't die. I have a lot of resurrection armors~" Bai Zhi raised her hands and gestured to a very far distance: "Besides, they are very proud and won't rush over to attack me."

"You can't put yourself in danger casually. You said you wouldn't die, but you didn't say you wouldn't feel pain, right?" Amuro Tou flicked Bai Zhi's forehead and said unhappily, "You can't joke with your own body."

"This is my advantage..." Bai Zhi blinked, not quite understanding.

Isn't it that we should expand our advantage in order to achieve victory?

Suddenly, Bai Zhi's eyes moved, she lifted the hem of her cloak and ran up the stairs. Her movements were quick and decisive. Amuro Toru hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should chase after her.

There is a section of road above that is monitored by surveillance cameras and is likely to be exposed to Vermouth's eyes.

"Nene, Xiao Ling, will you stand by me no matter what?" Bai Zhi stood at the stairs and looked back at Toru Amuro.

Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "Yeah."

Yeah.

Bai Zhi said nothing more and left quickly.

At the intersection of the corridor, Ueda Hara's palms were sweating as he pushed Ueda Masakazu's wheelchair. He was extremely nervous. He had just seen someone die outside, and now someone was trying to take his life.

"Grandpa, is that girl really okay..." Uedahara was really unsure, but before he could finish his words, he felt someone pushing his shoulder.

Uedahara lost his balance and pushed Ueda Masakazu's wheelchair several steps forward.

"boom!"

Even with the addition of a silencer, the sound of the gunshot was still deafening in this space. Uedahara looked back in shock, his pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Toru Amuro, who had just walked out of the stairs not far away, was also stunned where he stood, his mind blank. He wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a single note.

A piece of the heart was suddenly hollowed out.

Not far away, a man in black was wearing a black suit and his gun was still emitting smoke. The girl in front of him fell to the ground, seemingly on her back due to the recoil of the bullet. Her silver hair was scattered all over the ground, blood was splattered, and plum blossoms were falling on the snow.

The moment he was shot, flames flew everywhere and there was a pause for a second. Amuro Toru leaned against the wall and suddenly thought of Zhufu Jingguang. The familiar gunshot and the familiar blood made Amuro Toru suffocate for a moment.

Baizhi, dead?

Uedahara felt cold all over. It seemed that Baizhi had pushed him just now. Uedahara thought that Baizhi was going to show off her skills and help him dodge, but he didn't expect that she was actually using her life to block the bullet.

"Hmph, I thought you were some powerful figure." This time the man in black seemed to be a middle-aged man, with gray hair mixed with silver threads under the black brim of his hat, and his voice was much steadier.

The middle-aged man looked at Bai Zhi, who was lying on the ground, with contempt and a mocking look on his face.

This poignant scene should be framed and hung on the wall as a work of art. How is it any different from committing suicide if it appears in real life?

It's an eyesore.

"Okay, now it's your turn."