Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Looking at the mask on the other person's face, Imaguchi frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the other person was so defensive, even though he had tied him up, he was still wearing a mask.

Imaguchi wanted to identify the other person, but unfortunately he didn't feel like he knew him.

The murderer was not tall, even shorter than Imaguchi, and he was not fat. Although his appearance could not be clearly seen, his hair was slightly longer, and the clothes he wore were more tasteful. He should be from a good family.

I personally prefer that he is engaged in literature and art, and he looks more like an artist in his appearance.

"What are you going to do?" Imaguchi looked at the other person warily. If he was really the murderer of the woman's torture and murder case, then he must have some mental problems.

Imaguchi Koshin had discussed with others the murderer of the woman's torture and murder case before. Based on the analysis of the other party's methods, the murderer should have a mental illness or antisocial personality. That's why you do this kind of thing, so you must be calm when you meet the murderer, otherwise you may die faster.

"Aren't you scared?" Seeing how calm Imaguchi looked, the other party felt a little strange, so he took the initiative to ask, his voice sounding nicer. If this were not the case, Imaguchi would probably have a better impression of him.

"Is it useful to be afraid?" Imaguchi looked at the murderer's eyes, which were the only part of his face that was exposed.

Imaguchi's heart became more and more defensive, because these eyes did not look like a bad person at all, but very calm. But the more this happened, the more fearful Imaguchi became.

Such a calm murderer is the scariest thing, because no one knows what he is going to do, when he is going to do it, and he may not even think that he is doing a bad thing.

"No, but I like the expression of fear, because such a woman is very alive. The fear, love, and hatred in her eyes are simply amazing!" As he spoke, the murderer's eyes were full of excitement and love. It was obvious that While recalling the previous crime process.

Imago quietly put his feet away. Normal people can't be compared with abnormal people, but he didn't have any special fear in his heart. Maybe it was because he had faced too many deaths, so he didn't have that much respect for life. Somewhat numb.

Seeing the calmness and vigilance in Imaguchi's eyes, the murderer was a little dissatisfied. He picked up the knife and was about to stab Imaguchi's eyes, but Imaguchi just closed his eyes and turned his head away.

The knife stayed not far from Imaguchi's face. Seeing that Imaguchi was not as afraid to beg for mercy as he thought, the murderer was a little dull.

Imaguchi's reaction was too bland, without a trace of fun.

Imaguchi's heart was tied and placed on an iron bed. There were many machines beside the bed, including various tools for surgery, various tools for work, and some special potions, such as Forma Lin and so on.

Imaguchi lay on the bed and looked relatively calm, but in fact he clenched his fists tightly, praying in his heart for Ah Zhen to come over quickly.

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Gin had just finished the task and planned to return to the organization for training. He hadn't practiced fighting for a while. He just had time today to do some training. If you have spare time, you can also practice marksmanship and give some guidance on vodka.

But suddenly he found that the mobile phone in his pocket rang twice. While thinking about his future plan, Gin took out his mobile phone and wanted to see what message Imaguchi sent to him.

After all, apart from the members of the organization, only Imaguchi knows this mobile phone number. Apart from him, Gin couldn't think of anyone else who might send him a message.

But the message on his phone made him sit up straight. There was only one word for rescue in the text message, and the rest was a bunch of garbled characters.

Gin quickly asked Vodka to check the address of this mobile phone number. Vodka thought it was a new task of the organization and hurriedly checked it.

It was eventually shown that the mobile phone signal was disconnected near Miwa Town, but because the phone was turned off, no specific information could be found.

Now Gin was sure that something must have happened to Imaguchi, otherwise he would not have turned off his phone, let alone sent him such a distress message.

"Check the nearby surveillance." Gin gave the order while taking out another mobile phone.

"Yes!" Vodka's hands were beating flexibly on the keyboard, while Gin opened a software that had not been used for a long time. After scanning twice, the instrument on it finally displayed a red dot, which was where Imaguchi's heart was. s position.

After gin and vodka exchanged places, they quickly drove the Porsche 356A towards the displayed position.

At the same time, the anklet hanging on Imaguchi's ankle shone brightly.

The anklet was made by Imaguchi Koko, who prayed for peace beads at a shrine with his friends a few years ago. Since then, he has hung it on his foot and has never taken it off.

After they reunited, Gin gave Imaguchi Koko another rope to tie Ping Anzhong up. Although Imaguchi Koko felt that there might be something strange about the rope, he didn't stop it.

Unexpectedly, he helped them today. Gin quickly drove to the warehouse according to the location displayed on the phone.

Now lying on the iron bed with his heart open, he tried his best to stay calm and deal with the murderer.

Unfortunately, the murderer is not a normal person. Although I thought Imaguchi's expression was too dull and meaningless, I still wanted to save him, so I took out a very thin scalpel and started to use it on Imaguchi's body and mind. He was gesturing to perform an operation on him.

Although Imaguchi was a little scared, he still remained calm, because if he was calm, he might be cut into pieces by the madman in front of him, but if he was not sure, he would definitely be cut into pieces by the madman in front of him.

Although he is not afraid of death, he doesn't want to die in such a painful way and be divided into so many pieces. He doesn't want people he knows well to see him turned into pieces of meat.

The slender scalpel slid across Imaguchi's face, neck, and chest, and finally stopped on the arm, and then moved slightly. Immediately, a gash appeared on Imaguchi's tight arm. Red blood spurted out, and red flowers bloomed on the iron bed. The last drops fell to the ground, forming a red waterfall.

Imaguchi felt a pain in his arm, and then he felt blood flowing out. The pain in his arm, which was only a slight pain at first, quickly became larger.

After swallowing, I looked at the lunatic holding the scalpel in front of me. A trace of fear grew in my heart, and a trace of fear flashed in my eyes. Jinguchi lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the murderer in front of him, for fear that he would discover his fear.

Then I simply closed my eyes.

But the murderer did not let him go like this, and soon Imaguchi's arms, chest, and thighs were all scratched with cuts. Although the wound was not large, the feeling of blood flowing away little by little and the ticking sound of blood made people feel boundless fear and clearly felt the passage of life.

Imaguchi couldn't help but tremble a little, and he felt that his body temperature was slowly losing.

If he continues like this, he will probably bleed to death before being rescued.

The murderer looked at Imaguchi's heart, whose limbs were bleeding continuously, and his expression became more and more excited.