Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"To hell?"

Lin Xiaochen stared at the curse letter on the table. The blood-red ink looked like a winding bloodstain.

The letter was nailed to the table with a fruit knife. There was dark red bloodstain in the gap between the handle and the knife. Lin Xiaochen had thrown it to the forensic class to extract blood.

At this moment, facing the slightly damaged letter paper, Lin Xiaochen only felt curious.

Roughly speaking, he hasn't had this kind of thing for seven or eight years.

Uehara Yui looked gloomy. Seeing that Lin Xiaochen had been staring at the letter, she thought he was worried and stepped forward to comfort him: "It's okay, Haya, don't take it too seriously."

"I'm fine, Sister Yuan," Lin Xiaochen turned around and smiled, "I'm judging the handwriting. Look, does this look like the words on the note?"

"It's very similar, very sharp and aggressive." Uehara Yui observed carefully, but she was not a professional analyst and could not tell much about the character from the notes.

"The same person?" Yamato Gansuke came over, bent down and took the curse letter from Lin Xiaochen's hand, "Is it addressed to Lin by name?"

"That's not the case, but it's suspicious that it appeared on Lin's desk." Uehara Yui sighed, "It was snowing so hard yesterday that the line was cut and the surveillance was not working."

Lin Xiaochen stared at the table in front of him with a deep triangular hole on it. He felt a chill running straight from his spine to the top of his head, freezing his internal organs.

There was a constant buzzing sound in his ears, and he gradually couldn't hear the sounds around him.

The huge sense of crisis that he hadn't felt for a long time lingered in his heart. He seemed to have returned to the age of 23, feeling powerless, fearful, and living in uncertainty...

Companions, friends, relatives... one by one, were devoured by the giant beast called terror, leaving only a devastated future...

Why is this happening? Why is this happening?

No, I didn’t have that feeling when I saw the letter. What could be the reason? Why did I suddenly feel so uncomfortable?

No, calm down!

clam down! !

Calm down Lin Xiaochen!!!

The nightmare from his youth once again swept through Lin Xiaochen's mind. His fingertips couldn't help but tremble and his heart beat violently, as if it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

There was a dull pain in the chest and a sweet and fishy taste in the throat. The illusion before my eyes seemed to bring me back to that desperate world.

"Haya? Haya! Are you listening, Lin? Lin Xiaochen! Lin Xiaochen! What's wrong with you!"

"Hey, Lin Xiaochen!" Yamato Ganzhu patted Lin Xiaochen's back fiercely, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you!"

"Haa, huh—" Lin Xiaochen gasped, as if he had finally escaped from the mud. He smiled at the two of them, "It's okay, I'm fine..."

Looking at the beads of sweat on Lin Xiaochen's forehead and his pale face, Uehara Yui didn't know what to say. She slowed down her voice and said, "Haya, are you too tired? Do you want to take a leave to rest?"

"It's okay, I just lost my mind for a moment." Lin Xiaochen's smile was a little forced.

You're lying again. I clearly couldn't breathe just now.

Uehara Yui said to herself, but there was nothing else to say, so she just told him to have a good rest.

Yamato Gansuke was not good at comforting others, so he could only take the curse letter and pat Lin Xiaochen's shoulder gently to comfort him.

The door of the office was pushed open, and Zhu Fu Gaoming came in with the wind and snow. He also looked solemn, and his usually calm voice also revealed a bit of anxiety:

"A file was stolen."