Head of Chaldea

Fujimaru Lixiang hesitated to speak.

Instead, the child helped him fill in what he wanted to say: "This is Romania, which is not under the jurisdiction of Japanese law, right?"

Edogawa Conan said, not only changed his posture, but also changed the atmosphere around him.As if the extreme tension just now was an illusion, at this moment, his hands are propped on the edge of the chair, his legs are hanging down and dangling back and forth in the air, looking quite relaxed and full of childishness.

Now it was Fujimaru Tachika's turn to be surprised: "Why did you suddenly..."

"Because I can finally confirm the fact that big brother is not a bad person. Since he has such powerful force in his hands, if he had any bad thoughts, he would have done it long ago." The child was relieved, and his voice was much more lively than before, " Not to mention spending so much effort to keep me here for so long, in the face of absolute force, any small trick is meaningless."

But the real reason is much more than that.

Edogawa Conan can realize that the men in black organization is nothing compared to the Holy Grail War.What I am touching are some uncontrollable and irresistible secrets, which are absolutely subversive, and can even easily disrupt the social order.

The child thought, and wiped off the sticky cold sweat accumulated in the palm of his hand by tidying up his clothes.

Generally speaking, this kind of intelligence will worry about two problems, one is to know, and the other is to disseminate.Compared with the former, he was more worried about the latter—if Fujimaru Tateka thought he had the means to spread the news, it would probably affect Xiaolan and the others, and even cause unnecessary trouble.

But even if there is a hopeless situation, there must be a way out. He firmly believes in this, and he is thinking about how to truly divert the danger away. This has led him to adopt a passive strategy when facing the temptation of Fujimaru Tatsuka, delaying time in order to obtain enough information and intelligence. .

Conan Edogawa thought of this, and put on his cutest smiling face: "So, big brother must not be a bad guy~?"

Seeing Conan's determined look, Fujimaru Tatsuka raised an eyebrow.

He lowered his head slightly, half-covered his eyes with his slightly long forehead hair, and said in a half-smile tone: "Dare to say, aren't you afraid that I'm actually joking?"

The voice was a little soft, but it couldn't be ignored, a breath of wind and rain.

The cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky, making Conan's face stiff, and he trembled subconsciously. His expression suddenly became ugly, and his brows were almost knotted. He repeatedly pursed his lips and prepared to answer: "This..."

Cold sweat visible to the naked eye broke out, clearly visible on the child's hairline and neck.

Enough of admiring Conan's frightened expression, the young man quit as soon as he saw it, and the haze from just now disappeared, smiling and dragging his voice: "I'm lying to you——!"

Edogawa Conan was teased suddenly, but he didn't dare to act rashly, with a helpless face, and a bit of annoyance in his bitter tone: "...What the hell is going on with you guy!!"

"Before you thoroughly confirm the other party's intentions and character, you may put yourself in danger by saying this. Remember to be more cautious next time." Fujimaru Tachika corrected him leisurely, "Besides, you should at least use Honorific?"

The child immediately looked up at him at a 45° angle, blinking his eyes, and his tone suddenly became innocent: "Brother Fujimaru~!"

"..." Fujimaru Lixiang was choked by the rapid speed of his snake-beating stick, "You pretend to be cute like this, so you don't have any psychological burden?"

Conan: "No."

It has reached the point of opening the skylight to speak frankly, and the two of them are much more straightforward.

Edogawa Conan took a deep breath: "I didn't expect the things in "Kingsman" to be true. In reality, there are really agents named after historical figures. There is a famous saying about this. Art is born out of life."

Fujimaru Tachika interrupted him, and asked strangely, "What's the name?"

Conan slowly put out a question mark: "...?"

"I've seen that movie too, but being a follower and inheriting a name are two different things," Fujimaru Tatsuka frowned, "What you see is the real person, the real real person."

After the sound of "Kang Dang", Edogawa Conan seemed to be okay, and tried to climb up the chair again, but after trying a few times, his hands slipped due to too much cold sweat.

Seeing this, he asked, "Do you want me to help?"

The child sat on the ground on the spot and coughed dryly: "...No, I think this place is fine."

"You don't have to be so scared, do you?"

"That's the Epic of Gilgamesh, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, the epic of Mahabharata, the youngest must have died at least three digits of years ago!?" Conan's pupils began to tremble, and the whole person became dazed Trance.

Fujimaru Tachika mercilessly cut off his last piece of driftwood: "If you fake it, you will pay ten."

The child shook and turned on the vibration mode completely.

Fujimaru Tachika: Great!

He continued to press play while humming an unmusic tune happily.

……

Church of Sighisoara.

The two cavalry servants who were originally sent to chase Spartacus returned to the chapel, but they looked a little embarrassed.

Achilles helped Atalanta to come in and sit down. He looked around and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is there no one?"

"Good question!" The brown-haired writer jumped out of the darkness, "I don't know if you are asking the Empress of Assyria, or the priest? When your ax fell into the pool, the fairy would ask the same question. Yes, come on, follow your heart, and question fate!"

Achilles scratched his head and clicked his tongue: "Where is the fairy, all I see is a bad uncle. Forget it, whether it is the priest or the queen of Assyria, tell me everything you know Come and listen."

Shakespeare rubbed his hands, and lowered his voice seriously: "Then it's time for the big show in the theater. In fact, because of the Noble Phantasm, the Empress needs to sing uninterruptedly for three days and three nights, and the priest is watching, that is to say ——Our generation has finally ushered in the time of rest! It is extremely lovely—the time of rest before handing over the manuscript!”

"Isn't it the same as saying nothing," Achilles muttered, he cared more about Atalanta's state than the writer, "Sister, how do you feel now?"

"Oh? It doesn't look like a complete victory, so...!"

The point of the cavalryman's gun was at Shakespeare's throat, interrupting his chatter and show off: "Enough, don't you see that the eldest sister needs to be quiet now?"

"This is really... alright." The writer shrugged, but quickly found a new target——Lancer showed his figure, and a pair of eyes were fixed on him.

Achilles said casually: "Hey, Lancer, I advise you not to listen to him, that guy Spartacus was bewitched by him in this way."

"Don't say that, my generation is just a small, small, just a little reminder to him. After all, one of the decisions is made by oneself, just like now, even if we spend thousands of lines Tongue, you won't just listen to my words, rider!"

And Karna also made a puzzling move. He took the initiative to invite Shakespeare to speak elsewhere.

"I don't care if there is a second Spartacus." Rider scratched his head in distress.

The so-called absolutely silent place, than Shakespeare's own room.

"Why?" Karna was floating in the air, trying not to let himself step on those scattered pages.

"It's really the insight of the poor! We don't know how to write our own stories. If we insist, what we are endowed with is the ability to write other people's stories!" Shakespeare looked at Karna's face, seeing that he was indifferent but still As if not planning to leave, he continued, "For example, use my generation's story to compile your current troubles into a comedy."

He sat on the chair, clasped his hands together, and threw out an explosive proposal: "For example, rescue your real master."

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Conan's three views, I am the one who has the most headache after being broken, and I have repaired it many times! !