【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

Ruo Muliang temporarily left the Mihua City Hall, took off his professor's skin and put on Sangria's vest.

Although the Shinigami elementary school student is temporarily trapped in the game and cannot get out, Kudo Yusaku is still outside. If he wants to take action, it is better to let a professional vest do it.

The recognized reasoning ceiling still needs to be respected.

Ruomu Liang floated in the sky, slowly following the police car holding Thomas Schindler. After the police car made a few turns and temporarily escaped the reporter, Ruomu Liang threw several smoke bombs towards the location below - ordinary After all, he would have to go down and fish Thomas out later, but he didn't want to smoke it for himself.

Thomas Schindler is a native of M country and a rich man with a net worth of over 100 million. Even if he is arrested for murder, it is impossible for him to be imprisoned for more than ten years.

The greater possibility is to be extradited directly back to the country.

As for whether he still needs to pay the price for this crime after returning to his hometown, country M, under the operation of capital, that is unknown.

"Stop, everyone is on alert!"

The Mu Mu Police Department immediately stopped the police car. After it stopped, all the police officers in the car took out their small pistols. One person was left in the car to watch Thomas. The rest got out of the car and surrounded the police car. .

"It's raining?"

Police Department Mu Mu felt a cold feeling on his forehead. He stretched out his hand and touched two drops of rainwater.

Immediately afterwards, the cold rain suddenly poured down, quickly soaking the bodies of everyone present, and puddles of puddles quickly accumulated on the ground.

Then, a blue-purple electric light flashed, and the current flowed along the water on the ground very quickly to everyone.

The Mumu police department and others performed a collective convulsion in public. They were so shocked that they instantly lost their ability to resist and fell to the ground one after another.

Thanks to Toru Amuro and others for generously providing skill points these days.

Previously, because he had to save a huge sum of 1000, even if Ruo Muliang had enough skill points in his hand, he did not dare to spend them randomly. He could only drool while looking at the series of skills on the panel.

The newly selected combination skill of "Rainfall" + "Lightning Strike" is very easy to use.

However, Ruo Muliang still had some respect for the police model workers in Ke Xue World, so he acted lightly.

"you……"

The police officer who was staying behind in the car saw that all his companions rushed to the street within a second. Before he could react, a black-gloved hand punched through the window of the police car, and then hit the police car accurately. On the back of the head.

The young police officer groaned and fell down on the seat.

Ruo Muliang opened the car door, threw the unconscious police officer out of the car, and smiled at Thomas Schindler, who looked a little panicked.

"We finally meet, Mr. Schindler."

"who are you?"

Ruo Muliang didn't answer the question, but roughly pulled Thomas off the police car and let him fall into the water on the ground.

How could Thomas, who had been pampered for so many years, ever suffer this kind of injustice?

However, before he could get up, Ruomu Liang punched him in the head again. Thomas groaned, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

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safe house five

Gin leaned on the sofa, flipping through the comics in his hand. After taking the 20th bite of the day, he put down the comic in his hand with an expressionless face, and then clenched his fists.

The oversized vodka one, trying hard to reduce its presence, almost formed a ball on the sofa.

Belmode, who didn't know why he appeared here, looked at Gin's expressionless expression of murderous intent, and raised the corners of his mouth a little playfully, but when his eyes drifted over the comic book in Gin's hand, his smile froze slightly.

This little bastard is really... you know he's going to hit you with a knife, but because the plot is so exciting, you can't bear to skip it, so the knife is always there for you.

A little unhappy.

The next time I see this little bastard, Gao Luo will find something to do for him, and I still haven’t settled the accounts with my godson from last time!

Although she still secretly collected that photo.

Just as he was thinking this, the door to the safe house was suddenly opened, and Sangria, who was being muttered silently by several people, appeared at the door dragging a person by his hand.

"Good evening, seniors~"

"Who's that in your hand?"

Belmod glanced at the man who was dragged in face down. He couldn't see his face, but he was very well-dressed. He looked rich or noble. There was a small amount of white hair on the temples. He should be around 50 years old.

"Thomas Schindler."

Belmode raised his eyebrows. The few bottles of wine present happened to be people who knew Ruo Muliang's life experience, so they naturally knew that Thomas was his enemy.

Gin's dangerous eyes swept over Ruo Muliang's body, and then fixed on Thomas who was dragged in by him.

Tsk, seeing as this kid is busy seeking revenge, let’s let him go for now.

Ruomu Liang dragged Thomas Schindler into his storage room in Safe House No. 5 and closed the door.

Not long after, a shrill scream came from behind the door.

Vodka's hand shook.

To be honest, he had worked in the winery for so many years and had definitely killed a lot of people with his own hands, but he had never heard of a person who could scream so beyond the limit.

Gin: "What happened?"

"Oh, okay, okay big brother."

Belmod held the wine glass and leaned over with interest.

A year ago, when they were chasing Shuichi Akai in New York, Sangria had said that she was going to Schindler's company. She originally thought that he would take revenge that night.

However, only one Pat Reno died the next day.

She was naturally curious as to why Ruo Muliang would temporarily let go of Thomas, his big enemy, and just kill Renault's accomplice first.

Outside the door, Vodka listened to the accompaniment of screams and clicked on the keyboard to look up information.

Inside the door, Thomas gasped and looked at the harmless baby face next to him with a look of horror.

He was tied tightly to a platform like an operating table, and his head was raised so that he could clearly see how he was disemboweled.

And before cutting the knife, Ruo Muliang threw a "Synesthesia Technique" on him.

This skill has the effect of amplifying the senses or emotions, amplifying Thomas' pain by 100%.

When the cold scalpel cut open the skin, Thomas felt unprecedented pain, like countless electric drills rotating through his belly, and then violently turning his internal organs into a puddle of mud.

Ruo Muliang's hand was very steady.

He strictly followed the records in Wakamu Haruko's autopsy report that he found that year, and slashed Thomas's body one by one. Thomas screamed and struggled with all his strength, but the quality of the full-metal restraints on the operating table was definitely high. His struggles had no use except making the blood flow faster.

The severe pain quickly triggered the body's protective mechanism. Thomas rolled his eyes and fainted from the pain.

Ruo Muliang took off his gloves, cleaned the bloody scalpel, then found a hanging bottle, adjusted the height of the hanging bottle, hung it directly above Thomas' wound, and then poked a small hole in the mouth of the bottle.

The hanging bottle contains a healing potion.

It is the general version of the winery that has been diluted again, and the therapeutic effect has been weakened a lot.

The light green liquid dripped drop by drop on Thomas's wound, and the bleeding stopped immediately. The internal organs exposed to the air and scratched by the knife were also healing very slowly.

After confirming that Thomas would not die of excessive blood loss easily, and that he would be tortured by the unbearable itching when the wound healed tomorrow, unable to survive or die, he found a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Thomas' mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue. He committed suicide, then turned around and left the collection room.

Things like enemies can be left to be concocted slowly.

Now, it is more important to go to Noah's Ark and harvest the emotional value.

In the living room, the vodka has been darkened to the first-hand news of tonight's murder.

Sister Bei/Gin: I understand, Sangria must have killed the man, and then put the blame on this old man.

It is no exaggeration to say that the advent of "Cocoon" is a masterpiece across the ages. This method of dragging people into hell when they are about to reach the peak of their lives is very Sangria.

The door to the collection room was opened, and Ruomu Liang walked out cleanly without the smell of blood, politely said goodbye to the three bottles of wine in the living room, and then left Safe House No. 5.

"Vodka, go see if that person is still alive."

Gin lit a cigarette and took a drag.

Vodka:! ! !

Big, big brother, I don’t really want to go...

Gin glanced over coldly, and Vodka immediately stood up, reluctantly walked to the door of the collection room, and opened the door.

In the collection room, on the shelves on both sides of the door, two neat rows of dolls immediately turned their heads, staring at Vodka's face with eyes that were no different from those of living people.

The professional driver of the winery had a calm expression on his face, but in fact he was secretly shaking and covered in goosebumps.

He walked to the inside of the collection room and found Thomas who looked miserable on the operating table and looked like he had been dismembered, but was obviously still alive. He took another look at the hanging "healing bottle" that was not even simple enough to describe, and again Shake off some goosebumps.

Then he quickened his pace and left the crowded room, returning to the living room.

"I'm not dead. I probably haven't had enough sangria yet."

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.

"Send a notice asking other members not to come to Safe House No. 5 recently. I don't want to have to help those losers find a psychiatrist in a few days."