After being tied for several hours, Yuanzi's limbs were already very sore, numb and stiff. There was no idea when the gravel scratched blood marks on her thighs.

She regretted it very much at this time why she was wearing a school uniform skirt? Even if she wore a pair of pants, it would be better than a skirt.

Time gradually approached noon and hunger began to spread.

Feeling the hunger in her belly, she had already been unable to relieve a lot of emotions and tended to break the tide. She held back her tears, and crying at this time had no effect.

She held back her tears and changed to a more comfortable position slightly. The rope was tied very tightly, and even though she kept trying to break free, she just loosened the tied rope a little.

But at least it’s a little bit loose, it’s better than nothing to achieve.

Perhaps it was because he was very confident about the rope he tied, or he was too relieved. Yuanzi, a girl with no power, had a masked driver most of the time stood in the shadows beside the wall and looked at the road outside the window, not paying too much attention to the movements on Yuanzi.

Yuanzi took a deep breath, hid her legs behind her, pressed against the wall, allowing her hands to reach her ankles, and struggled to untie the rope tied to her ankles.

......

Kuzuto-cho.

The young man holding a suitcase stopped a taxi, spent several circles in the city, and then walked downstairs to a tall building.

He entered the elevator and the transparent sightseeing elevator rose all the way to the floor where Kurosawa Naoya was.

Seeing the visitor coming with the box, Kurosawa Naoya swallowed the last piece of steak. He tapped his fingers and the young man walked straight toward this side.

The two did not talk. The person who came was like an obedient doll. He came over and put down the box directly, then turned around and left.

Seeing that the other party walked a distance, Kurosawa Naoya snapped his fingers.

Hearing the sound, the young man paused and looked around, wondering why he was here. He scratched his head and walked out of this restaurant that he had never dared to come in before.

Seeing that the problem was solved, Kurosawa Naoya took the box and weighed it. After confirming the weight was correct, he poured red wine into the glass happily.

It would be worth the 100 million yen he had planned for several days, and it would be worth the celebration banquet he had prepared in advance.

The sun was just right outside the window, and he gently shook his wine glass, savored it slowly, feeling comfortable and satisfied.

A tall building six hundred meters away, watching the red dots on his glasses stop moving. Shangchuan took out the sniper rifle from the guitar box and did not rush to debug, he slowly wiped it.

The sniper rifle's touch was cold and stiff, which gradually calmed his anger.

The sky above our heads is clear and blue, with white clouds dotted on it.

"It's really an insult to the sun when he was funeral in such a good weather. But I guess the sun wouldn't mind such a thing."

Seeing the red dots in the lenses begin to move slowly, Uchikawa suddenly put on a gun, waiting for someone to appear in his death spot arranged for him.

Kurosawa Naoya walked out of the elevator with the box and pressed the button on the first floor. He hummed gently and looked at the scenery outside the glass casually.

Outside the window, a group of crows flew past, and the black feathers reflected a dazzling aperture under the sunlight.

He likes this kind of bird that brings death, he likes carefully planned death flowers, and also enjoys the stimulation and pleasure of watching up close.

The noon sun shone on him, reflecting a light golden aperture. He squinted his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

What else is more pleasant than these?

.

The center of the cross is Kurosawa Naoya's smiling face.

Shangchuan took off his glasses, and his eyes, which had always been blocked by the lens, showed the danger and coldness that had been hidden.

His index finger was placed on the trigger, and his face was extremely calm.

"Bang--"

The bullet broke out, and passed through the gorgeous sky with a cold flowing light, rotating and breaking the elevator glass. Without a moment of pause, it directly shattered Kurosawa Naoya's smiling face.

"Ba"

His still warm fingers became weak, his suitcase was loose, and blood was covered with the entire elevator. The straight man at this station slowly slammed on the ground.

The group of crows in the air seemed to be frightened by the gunshots, whirling around for a while, then flew scattered in disarray with their wings.

On the street, Hideichi Akai walked on the road with a knitted hat and a long box on his back. He was about to walk into a shop when he suddenly heard a familiar gunshot.

Although a silencer was installed, the gunshot was too familiar and he could tell from the complicated environment at once.

He frowned and turned around and looked back.

In the distance, the place where the gunfire came was empty, and at the landing point of the bullet, you could only see a little bright red blood, which was all the way down the elevator, making people creepy.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, tightened the box on his back and quickly left the place.

The blood-stained elevator stopped on a certain floor, and the crowd who were about to enter screamed.

The gunshots, scattered boxes, corpses and broken faces crazily stimulated everyone's nerves. One of the people in front of them became soft and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Quick...Call the police!"

Standing by the street and looking back at the bloody building in the distance, Shangchuan looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the golden sun exudes dazzling light, and the halo is dazzling when you look straight at your eyes.

He chuckled, lowered his head and returned to his usual appearance.

"It's almost time to save Yuanzi now. I don't know how that guy Conan is doing."

"You have to go back and change your clothes and turn on your phone, otherwise it will be bad if Amuro-do suspects that I will be... "

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Conan carefully walked around the back of the unfinished building and flipped in through the window. There was a lot of gravel on the ground, and he didn't know where the garden was tied. It was easy to make noises and be discovered by the kidnappers when he entered rashly.

After thinking about it, he rubbed dust on the wall, making his clothes look dirty. Then he turned out the window and pretended that he had walked out of the forest in the distance.

He pretended to cry while walking. On the road that was rarely visited, a dirty little boy was crying and walking. His fragile, confused and helpless look made it difficult for people with conscience not to feel compassion.

Oshima carefully poked his head out of the window with one click, looking at the little boy walking on the road without saying a word. If it were usual, he would have asked what happened, but it is not possible now. He is a kidnapper now, and if he helped the little boy, the subsequent consequences would not be something he could bear.

He suppressed the desire to speak in his heart and shrank his head back.

Although Conan pretended to be crying, Yu Guang kept paying attention to the movements upstairs. Seeing someone poking his head out, he roughly knew where the garden was tied.

It’s a pity that there is really nothing to be used as a weapon around him, otherwise when the kidnappers probed his head, he could kick the opponent with a football.

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ps: The hypnotist is finally dead ~

【Hair fork】

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Chapter completed!