Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

"What?" Conan murmured.

Lance leaned on the fence of the rooftop, completely ignoring the threats from the people below. He just looked at the building in front of him, with his lips curled and his eyes cold.

"This zombie virus is pervasive. It attacks not only ordinary humans, but also those high up in society who control resources and even management."

"When they were infected, they did not think about handing over the baton of maintaining order to others, but used their power and connections to find ways to prolong their lives. They were willing to waste a lot of manpower and material resources, but in the end, people like them hid in the newly built high-rise buildings in the quarantine area, continuing to enjoy a luxurious life while bullying these poor and helpless women."

"Do you think they will only be taken away by the laboratory for drug testing?" Lanser curled his lips and sneered, and slowly said in Conan's shocked eyes: "They will also be sent to these people's beds!"

"What?!" Conan suddenly looked up at the new building opposite that was taller than any old building. His three views collapsed quickly and the expression on his face could no longer be simply described by the word "horrified".

Lanser raised a mocking smile on his face and asked, "What should we do, Kudo Shinichi? The society, country and even the whole world that you are trying to save are so dirty."

His eyes fell on Ran Mouri, striking Conan's wavering heart again.

"Don't you want to know what kind of treatment your girlfriend has suffered? Or, after knowing this, can you still calmly forgive those people and say that it doesn't matter to you?"

Conan looked at the peaceful face of Mouri Ran as she lay sleeping, and felt a suffocation in his heart.

No matter what kind of injury Xiaolan suffers, he will find a way to heal her.

But what will happen next? After all they have been through, can they still have the same enthusiastic hope for the world as before?

He dared not think.

There was a commotion on the ground downstairs, and the locked iron door on the roof was being destroyed by the patrolling guards.

Conan kept his head down in silence for a long time, and finally raised it with a look of determination.

He seemed to be saying his final farewell to Mouri Ran. He held up Mouri Ran's cheek, leaned over and kissed her, then reluctantly let go.

"Hey, Lancer, you should be able to take her away from here, right?"

Because the boy kept his head down, or maybe he was too short, Lancer couldn't see the expression on Conan's face.

Lanser raised an eyebrow: "Yeah, you asked me to?"

"Whether it was Mr. Akai or Mr. Amuro, they both gave up their beliefs in the end and returned to the organization, turning back into Rai and Bourbon. I think you must have done something to them, right?"

Conan finally raised his head. There were no tears in his eyes, but there were two obvious tear marks under his glasses.

This made Lancer feel like he was bullying a child.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, "So what?"

"Then you can definitely make Xiaolan forget all those bad memories, right?"

"Of course." Conan's eyes flashed with hope, but Lancer rejected him without hesitation: "But why should I help you?"

"..."

Many people trapped in the quarantine area had gathered downstairs, as if they were determined to catch the two of them. These people were caught by the rude patrol guards and shouted to the rooftop: "Aren't you here to rescue people? If you dare to run, she will die in my hands!"

"I advise you to come down obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

The men put their guns to the helpless woman's head, and a sharp scream was heard.

"What a dirty trick!"

Lancer scoffed, then pulled something out of his pants pocket and tossed it to Conan.

The other party jumped up and barely caught it. When he picked it up, he found that it was a flashlight-like object the size of a palm.

The cylinder is pure black, with a hemispherical arc on the top, like a button of a remote control.

Conan looked up and asked, "What is this?"

"The detonator of the bomb."

"what?!"

"I have installed bombs in every building in the quarantine zone, including the high walls and the gates with security systems. As long as you press the button above, this place where innocent people are imprisoned will be blown into ruins."

Lancer walked to Mao Lilan's side and squatted down.

"You can see that they have all been driven out of the room. Even if the house explodes now, the only ones who will die are those bigwigs who are still dominating in their luxurious high-rise buildings."

He first extended an index finger: "You can choose to surrender to them. Whether you are used as a test subject or lose your loved one, your final fate will be to rot here, and no one in the outside world will know."

With his middle finger extended, Lancer gave him a second choice.

"Now, fight for your life with all the people trapped here - the truth about the quarantine zone needs to be seen by people, and the lives of those trapped here, whether infected or not, should not be abandoned. But the price is that after you escape from here, you will infect other people with the virus on a large scale."

This is the real-life train dilemma.

Should the train hit one person or five people?

Conan stared at the detonator in his hand, his heart sinking into the ice cave.