When the United States and the United States are miserably bound to the barrage system

Two cameras, one for Conan and the other for Tsugawa Haruka himself.

In the live broadcast, the sun shines in from the car window and shines on the side face of the silver-haired boy, showing a pale and transparent feeling on the fair cheeks.

Tsugawa Haruka did not forget that he is the protagonist of this 'recording and broadcasting'.

[Lick lick! 】

[Upstairs, your pants slapped my face! 】

[How can such a little brother be cannon fodder? I call! 】

The number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded three digits.

The police car failed to catch up with them, and Conan disappeared. Soon, the prisoner successfully reached where he wanted to go.

It was a closed game room.

The dark interior can be seen through the glass window, as if living with a ghost that swallowed the space inside the door.

The man dragged Tsugawa Haruka by the arm and dragged him out of the taxi, then raised the wooden barn to threaten the driver to leave.Probably because Tsukawa Haruka cooperated very well along the way, and the man stopped holding the wooden warehouse against him.In a panic, he took out the key to open the door, pushed the door open and dragged Jin Chuanyao into the game room without closing the door, and walked directly to the stairs leading to the second floor.

He forgot to turn on the light and stepped directly on the fluorescent strip on the steps.In the darkness, the fluorescent strips emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the man's distorted face from below.

"In time, before the police come, in time." The man said inconsequentially, as if there was only one thing driving him to act.

The witch's hickey exudes a strange colored light on his neck, like colorful fine sand in ink.

He has lost his mind.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room finally noticed this.

[It feels a little scary. 】

[Look at Conan, what are you afraid of, the worst is a corpse. 】

[Is the corpse of the paper man the same as the corpse of a real person! 】

[Supernatural? ! 】

[Here should be summoned—Osaka Black Chicken! 】

[Don't you think the atmosphere is a bit weird?I got goosebumps all over...]

[Yes, yes, there is a feeling that something is coming! 】

[Isn't this a case-solving cosplay?Are you on the show? 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhh what is that! 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah! 】

【Barrage body protection—————! ! ! ! ! 】

Tsugawa Haruka followed the man up the stairs, and in his eyes, the dark interior walls gradually climbed up to children's cartoons.Like stretched branches, the yellow crayon lines gradually turned into smiling faces.

Children's voices echoed in the narrow stairwell, like hundreds of children singing nursery rhymes at the same time.

{'Yai! Yai! Fallen! '}

{'Yai! Yai! Yai! Springen! '}*

The white clouds have cute mustaches, bouncing and rolling down from the top of the building.The paint buckets were kicked over by the clouds, and the red and yellow paints flowed down from the second floor, like a long blanket to welcome the guests.

Stepping on the extended crayon image, a red light flashed in Tsugawa Haruka's red pupils, and the ring on the middle finger of his right hand turned into a gem the size of an egg, held in his palm.

The pitch-black corridor entrance on the second floor gradually revealed white light.Like dots of ink filling the void, white emerged, painting the door frame above the stairs completely white.

{'Yai! Yai! Fallen! '}

They were getting closer and closer to the door, and the footsteps were like drums accompanying the singing, pulling everything in reality into the world of fairy tales.

{'Yai! Yai! Yai! Springen! '}

The moment the man stepped into the Gate of White Light, the scene in front of him changed suddenly.

A crayon drawing of the night sky dotted with yellow stars and paper clouds surrounding the largest moon.Like a child's paper-cut drawing, all you can see is a wardrobe with paper edges.A child's voice came from the music box, and the chair next to the music box was six meters high. A doll in a white dress was grinning, with a fixed face like a clown mask in a circus.

{'Hee hee hee'}

The puppet is laughing.

All these changes were weird and beautiful, and the live broadcast room was swiped by a series of "ah".Tsugawa Haruka glanced at it and stopped looking at the barrage. He saw Conan getting closer and closer through another camera.

Almost instantly, the man let go of Tsukawa Haruka's hand, and he rushed to a table.It was something that already existed in the room on the second floor, and it was under the chair where the puppet was sitting.

On the table as big as a dining table lay a person quietly, with eyes closed tightly, pale lips, and bruises on his bare-exposed arms.

It was the corpse of a high school girl.

There was a circle of strangulation around her neck, and her facial expression even showed some relief.She hanged herself.

The man took out the wooden bin nervously, and took out the wooden bin with trembling hands.

"Yuko, my Yuko, I've already killed that bastard, open your eyes and look at me, look at me..."

Clouds with mustaches circled around him, stick-like black hands holding hands.

Tsukawa Haruka watched all this quietly, and the gemstone in his hand turned back into a ring again.None of this was caught on camera.

He raised his head, and the high chair in the center was reflected in his pink pupils.

Sitting above the high chair was a puppet familiar. It looked at the humans who came to the barrier and let out a sharp laugh.

It is the center of this enchantment, and it is just a familiar.There are many familiars in the enchantment of the witch, and the familiars who have grown to a certain level can escape from the enchantment of the witch, come to the outside world, and hunt humans.

When the familiar kills humans and gains enough energy, it will transform into a witch.

This is a process of growth, but the biggest difference between a familiar and a witch is that a witch can drop seeds of lamentation after death, while a familiar cannot.

Tsukawa Haruka hunted the witch for the seed of lamentation. Since he would definitely not get the seed of lamentation this time, he had no reason to do so.

Maybe someone would hunt familiars to help others, but that person must not be Tsukawa Haruka.

He glanced at the picture captured by another camera, Conan had jumped off the skateboard and rushed to the first floor.Tsugawa Haruka had no intention of revealing, he turned around, and was about to go down to block Conan's footsteps.

But at the same time as he made a move, the man standing by the table raised the wooden bin.

"Yuko, I know you like boys like this, can I give you one, and dad can give you one." The wooden warehouse in the man's hand was loaded.

Tsukawa Haruka's figure paused slightly and stopped in place.

Bullets were of no use to him, but this development did surprise him.Because of his appearance, he is in crisis or something. Should it be said that he is worthy of the world of Ke Xue?The motive for killing can even be whether the prisoner's favorite cake is Japanese or Western.

But he made no defense.He looked at another camera, watching the lively barrage in the live broadcast room.

If it is not necessary, he does not want to reveal that identity for the time being.

{'Hee hee hee'}

The puppets are laughing.

"boom--"

The sound of the wooden warehouse sounded, but at the same time, there was a child's voice.

"Step aside!!!"

The football brought a gust of wind past Tsugawa Haruka's ear, and the bullet hit the football and deviated from its track.After the sound of the football bursting, the bullet was deeply embedded in the wall on Tsugawa Haruka's right.

Tsukawa Haruka turned sideways, her silver hair fluttering and falling down naturally under the impact of two gusts of wind.A thin figure was reflected in those emotionless rose red eyes.

Conan, he came directly to the second floor, as if he knew that the second floor was the source of the weirdness.

He wasn't even surprised by this enchantment, he just kicked a football to block the bullet.

This is by no means reasoning.Tsukawa thought.

As if he has experienced all this, all of Conan's actions are the fastest and most convenient, with a strong sense of purpose.

Thinking of this, he showed a surprised look.It seems that he didn't expect Conan's sudden appearance, and he didn't expect the prisoner behind him to open the wooden warehouse.

After kicking the football at a critical moment, Conan leaned back under the recoil of the special sneakers.The elementary school student opened his mouth in mid-air, looking at Tsukawa Haruka's slightly surprised face in front of him.

Then, fall down the stairs.

Conan watched the figure disappear into the white door until all he could see was the white door.

"I caught up," he said to himself.

There is singing in the ear.

{'Yai! Yai! Fallen! '}

{'Yai! Yai! Yai! Springen! '}

The song in the music box continued, singing about the falling child.

Tsukawa Haruka turned off his camera here.

In an instant, the ring turned into a rose-red gemstone. Haruka Tsugawa held the gemstone while he was wrapped in a black ribbon all over his body.In less than a second, the black ribbon shattered into fine star dust, and the boy standing there had changed his appearance.

Silver-white long hair reaching to the waist, an off-the-shoulder Gothic suspender dress, black choker covering the Adam's apple, the young man's somewhat water chestnut face is covered by the long silver hair, only the pair of pink pupils are still indifferent.

A pale pink light flashed, and the soul gem turned into an ornament on his chest.The raised right foot was put down, and the high-heeled shoes made a pleasant collision sound on the ground.He raised his hand, and there was a wave of waves in the space in front of him.

In an instant, ripples appeared beside Conan who was falling.

The walls of the stairwell are covered with crayon smiley faces, and they stare at the falling Conan with a strange smile.The door was getting further and further away from him, Conan opened his mouth, and he saw his hand.

The darkness faded, and the light pierced his eyes.

The scene in front of him suddenly became brighter.

The puppet on the high chair in the center rests its chin and lowers its head with a smile.The prisoner marked by the witch cried and cried in front of his daughter's body.Conan appeared in the barrier again, he raised his head, and the camera moved up with his perspective.

A silver-haired 'girl' looked at him, rose-red light surrounded the white fingertips, like a dancing elf.

Those rose-red pupils narrowed slightly, and the pale "girl" looked down at Conan and the camera behind him.

It's like precious porcelain, it doesn't know when it will shatter, leaving a lot of crystal clear fragments.

The barrage in the live broadcast room refreshed crazily.

[Conan! ! ! ! 】

[This is the witch's enchantment of the magic circle, oh shit!The set! 】

[Big production, big production!This special effect is too gorgeous! Fuck it! 】

[Sister stepped on me ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

【visual feast! ! ! ! ! 】

[This young lady is so beautiful! ! ! 】

[Conan, what's the matter with you!Are you not surprised at all!This is a witch's enchantment! 】

[Why do you care so much, I just want to lick my face! 】

[I declare that I am Baimaokong!My sister stepped on me! 】

A barrage quietly appeared, and was pushed up by other barrages.

[It feels like she is sad, is it my illusion? 】

The author has something to say: *Note: Lyrics, source "Noi!", Yuki Kajiura, episode of Moyuan Theater Edition

Kajiura Yuki is the real god, the kind of chaos and innocence with childlike feeling, absolutely

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