The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The moment he heard the words of the person in front of him clearly, Fudo Kyousuke felt the coldness again, the coldness that he was being stared at by some kind of behemoth.

He didn't dare to turn around completely and expose his back to Goro Akechi, so he could only retreat and press against the solid air-tight door of the operating room, forming a tussle with Karasawa Akira in the corner.

Karasawa Akira, who had been sitting there after being pushed aside by him, raised his head again following Minggo Chiro's words, revealing an expressionless face.

He got up from the ground, walked towards Akechi Goro without saying a word, half a body behind him, and stood quietly behind him, as if acquiescing to Akechi Goro's statement.

When Futo Kyosuke looked over, Karasawa Akira did not avoid his gaze, but when he looked back flatly, his blue eyes looked like a pair of glass balls that had lost their luster. The inorganic color made it difficult to see what he was looking at. Specific focus.

"...What does this mean? Brainwashing? Mind control?" When he realized that he had been with Karasawa Akira like this for several days, and would be alone unprepared from time to time, Fuudo Kyousuke really broke out in a cold sweat. "He is always under your control...?"

"Haha, what a stupid question." He let out a chuckle, and Akechigoro casually spread his hands to the side and back.

After a brief moment of silence, Tang Zezhao reached out and groped in his pocket for a moment, then placed a narrow, unfolded butterfly knife on Akechi Goro's outstretched palm.

"Don't you have any doubts? After knowing that Tang Zezhao's case was completely a frame-up, why did you not go further after doing so much..." At this point, Akechi Goro stabbed the knife with his backhand without warning. He looked at Tang Zezhao's face behind him.

An extremely sharp butterfly knife came towards him. Tang Zezhao had no intention of avoiding it. It was as if he couldn't see the sharp blade in front of him at all and had lost the most basic human survival instinct.

The second before the tip was about to hit Karasawa Akira's eyeball, Goro Akechi stopped his hand, looked at Kyosuke Futo who looked shocked, narrowed his eyes, and smiled.

"So I said, don't take yourself too seriously. Your clumsy little fights have no qualifications to show off in front of us." Withdrawing his arm, he moved his fingertips and swung a beautiful knife Hua, pointed the tip of the knife directly at Futo Kyousuke, who was standing there unable to move, "Don't try to get his idea. Including the so-called, 'your teacher', Karasawa Ikawa, they are also the property of the organization."

"...So, you are the organization that funded Karasawa Ikawa." Kyosuke Futo, who originally wanted to defend himself, suddenly stopped when he heard Karasawa Ikawa's name, and there were many speculations and rumors. The news swirled in his ears.

Therefore, the group of people who framed Tang Zezhao, and the people who funded the mentor and then killed the mentor and his wife...

Goro Akechi pursed his lips, showed a warm smile, and skipped the topic lightly, and said instead: "We are still continuing to promote the further development of cognitive science, so we need talents in related fields for a long time. Continuously devote yourself to research...provided that you have such ability and it is worth the investment."

"Has the assessment started since Karasaki found me?" Kyousuke Futo, who didn't know what he had misunderstood, rolled his eyes around. He saw Karasaki's flat, unresponsive face again, and his eyes crossed his neck. Fuudo Kyosuke suddenly asked as he touched the wound caused by his own dagger.

After realizing that Tang Zezhao may have no self-awareness, or that his mind has been controlled, he came to Mihua Yakushiye Hospital for medical treatment. He happened to meet him, and just in time, his guardian also came to contact him, and then the police The investigation, Tang Zezhao's obstruction regardless of safety, and the device he was forced to use, he didn't know whether it was real or fake amnesia...

Everything became logical under the premise that "there is an organization observing him, contacting him, and preparing to cut off his other escape routes and absorb him."

Goro Akechi raised his eyebrows and looked at the nervous and excited expression on his face with a look of pity and interest. He turned the handle of the knife in his hand and slowly stroked the smooth blade of the butterfly knife with his other hand. The speed of his speech did not change at all: "Understand it as you like. All you need to know is that there are many guys like you in the organization. Don't be so conceited that we must have you. Your last exam It's about to start, if you can't get an 'excellent' from me... those notes are still waiting for you over there."

Using the tip of the knife instead of his fingers, he clicked on the door where Kyousuke Futo walked in. Goro Akechi shook his head and closed the butterfly knife. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing to be involved with him. He opened his sleeves and glanced at his wrist. watch on.

"It is 11:40 noon." Like an examiner, Goro Akechi announced directly, "You will have two hours for the exam. After the exam is over, if you pass successfully, then you will naturally know All permissions, and if you fail the exam..."

Putting down his wrist, Goro Akechi looked directly at Futo Kyousuke's face, which was slowly sweating again, and smiled implicitly: "Don't worry, dead people will not reveal secrets."

Kyosuke Futo made a simple judgment, his heart slowly tightened.

The guy who called himself "Kumail" didn't have any intimidation or intentional shock in his micro-expression. It seemed that he was just telling a common fact.

His understatement and his extremely young, even immature face made this plain statement seem particularly murderous.

Goro Akechi is serious...

"Okay, don't waste time." After giving two claps, Goro Akechi pointed to the air-tight door behind him, "The countdown has begun, please cherish your time."

"Ah-"

A subtle sound of gas leakage came from behind. Kyosuke Futo, who was extremely familiar with this sound effect, reacted immediately.

The airtight door of the operating room opened.

"Go ahead, Mr. Fuido." Without announcing any more details about the exam, Akechi Goro stood there leisurely and waved his hand.

"Come on...just live well."

This word, which could not be told as a blessing or a curse, only slipped lightly in Fudo Kyousuke's ears. He had already turned around and rushed out of the operating room door regardless.

As long as he leaves here and away from these two weird teenagers, he will still have a chance.

He calculated against himself and destroyed all his escape routes, forcing him to choose them as the only way out...

Although their behavior is not fundamentally different from Futo Kyosuke himself, who does not take human life seriously and manipulates patients at will, at first glance it seems to be a very good destination.

But from Goro Akechi's arrogant, arrogant and casual attitude, Futo Kyosuke had already understood his subtext.

Just like controlling Tang Zezhao, treating him as a chess piece and a puppet, and manipulating him at will, these guys obviously do not regard themselves as equals.

This is never a nice place to be.

Out of their sight, there must be a way to escape and ascend to heaven...!

With this thought in mind, Fuudo Kyousuke rushed out of the preparation room outside the operating room, opened the door with a bang, and looked towards the corridor outside the door.