The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Edogawa Conan hid behind the door and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. The more he listened, the more frightened he became, not only because of the true identity of the man with a cane who had had contact with him, but also because of the sapphire-haired boy who pinned him down.

According to the young man, Rum's current situation is obviously not good. Not only does he have to face the fact that he has gained nothing, but he also has to face the punishment that may come next.

Although I don't know what the evidence the other party is talking about is, since it can be used to threaten the second-in-command of the organization, it is definitely not a simple thing.

But for some reason, Edogawa Conan felt something was wrong.

Even facing this situation, Rum did not show any panic at all. If he was trying to hide it, it was too seamless, just like a professional actor.

and many more.

Edogawa Conan came out from behind the door, looking anxious, and shouted to Fuji: "Be careful! He is not Rum!!"

The moment he finished speaking, the sound of a bullet breaking through the air whizzed past his ear. The young boy raised his head to avoid the bullet, and cold sweat instantly slid down his forehead.

so close--

Edogawa Conan glanced at the bullet holes on the ground, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "He is not the real Rum at all, but a cover. The real Rum must have left long ago. If I am not mistaken, he should have already reached the location of the BOSS."

“——That’s right.”

Facing Edogawa Conan's questioning, the man seemed to find it interesting. The gun in his hand was still pointed steadily at the boy's defenseless head. With his other hand, he threw away his crutch and touched his neck. Then he tore off the disguise on his face and threw it on the ground.

It was an extremely ordinary face, so ordinary that it was indistinguishable from the crowd. There was not even any distinct memorable feature. It seemed as if it could never be found again if thrown into the crowd.

After tearing off the disguise on his face, the man straightened his hunched back, as if he was interested. He pointed his gun at Edogawa Conan, "How did you know that?"

Edogawa Conan pursed his lips, his eyes sharp, "It doesn't matter, this museum will be blown up soon, escaping from here is the top priority."

"Oh? It's more than enough for me to kill you and leave." The man had a bit of complacency on his face. In the dimly lit exhibition hall, this complacency seemed to be distorted into a more malicious emotion.

The man was like a butcher who held the power over the life and death of the two people. Whether the other person lived or died depended entirely on his thoughts. This situation, like looking at fish on a chopping board, made the man feel dislocated as if he was a judge.

But the moment he finished speaking, the complacency on his face was shattered.

The explosion sounded suddenly, and the ground beneath his feet was shaking. The man was interrupted from his next action. He looked out the window where thick smoke was coming out in surprise, but the sound of approaching breaking wind drew his attention back.

The sapphire-haired boy knocked the gun out of his hand with a palm, and the metal weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The man gritted his teeth and distanced himself from the boy, but he didn't expect that the other party was more difficult to deal with than the one he met in the distribution room before, and he was even pressing forward step by step to leave him no chance to breathe.

Conan Edogawa noticed that the man's eyes were looking at the gun that fell to the ground. In the building that was shaking continuously due to the explosion, he immediately ran into the exhibition hall, picked up the gun on the ground and aimed it at the man while the man was temporarily unable to escape.

"Don't move!" Edogawa Conan shouted in a loud voice.

But the two people fighting had no time to pay attention to him, or perhaps it was because the sound of the explosion completely covered up Edogawa Conan's voice, so neither of them stopped, and their movements became more brutal, with each punch making a sound of wind.

The young boy glanced at the crumbling ceiling, then at the two people fighting. He had the gun in his hand but couldn't fire it. He was so anxious that he wished he could turn into Kudo Shinichi and pull the two people apart.

Fortunately, the winner between the two was finally decided after the boy kicked the man down and the latter's head hit the display case. Edogawa Conan breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his face and approached the boy standing there, saying in a somewhat urgent tone: "Let's go quickly, this place is about to collapse."

Bu Er smiled in surprise when he heard this, "You haven't left yet?"

When Edogawa Conan met the pair of smoky blue lifeless eyes, he was shocked to realize that the other party was fighting with the man without seeing him, and he could even vaguely see that he was at ease.

"Let's go." Although the other party had helped him, Edogawa Conan didn't know what to say for a moment as he didn't know whether the boy in front of him was an enemy or a friend, so he could only repeat it again.

"It's time to go." Fuji reached out and rubbed Edogawa Conan's hair, then put his hands under the boy's armpits and lifted him up with a slight force.

"But it wasn't us, it was you."

Edogawa Conan's face changed when he heard this, and he asked anxiously, "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't plan to do anything, I just kept my promise." Fuji carried Edogawa Conan to the window that was blown open by the explosion, and the blazing flames mixed with hot wind blew in his face. "Although it is a pity that I couldn't see Rum die with my own eyes, I really can only end it here. But that person promised me that he would let Rum be buried as soon as possible, I still trust his promise."

"As for you—" Fuji seemed to have thought of something interesting, and smiled, "In fact, I think you will go further than anyone else."

Whether it is him or Xinghaiyin.

None of them will go further than Edogawa Conan.

Edogawa Conan stopped thinking for a moment because of the frank smile on the other person's face. It was hard to tell whether the expression had a greater impact on him or the words from the boy's mouth. He just looked at the other person, watching the boy in front of him loosen his hand and throw him down from the third floor.

When the feeling of weightlessness swept over him, the boy's face disappeared from his sight. Edogawa Conan realized belatedly that this was the third floor and there was no way he could be safe and sound if he fell down.

But there was no protrusion on the outer layer of the building that could reduce his cushioning effect. Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth, hugged his head tightly in mid-air, protected his vital parts, and tried to use his back to block the impending pain.

But the intense pain did not come as expected. Edogawa Conan felt a pair of hands catching him from below. He opened his eyes and saw Xing Hai Mei looking at him with slightly raised eyebrows, as if she had been waiting here a long time ago.

The building above his head had already been reduced to a sea of ​​fire. Edogawa Conan heard the sound of sirens coming from far away. He looked straight into Hoshimi Mei's eyes and broke the tacit silence between them.

"Xinghai, why are you here?"