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"Mister said you won't resist, sure enough." Gin Jiu stared at him and said in a gloomy voice.

Of course he won't resist, finally at this moment, he hurt himself because of this moment, and even offended Jing Xian, when everything will be dusted.

The system bound at the beginning required him to try his best to touch the emotions of the observers in the other world. In the process of carrying out this task, Shiomi Kazuo found that this is not the main purpose of the system, but more importantly, it is to prevent the recorder from interfering with the world .

In connection with the fact that the system bestowed upon him the Heroic Spirit Foundation, Shiomi Kazuo had actually guessed that this system was related to world consciousness.

It makes perfect sense. The recorder who wants to resist meddling in the natural development of the world can observe all of this, but he can't change the status quo. He can only grab a passerby who takes advantage of him—that is, he comes to do things for him, and even gives him Promise is also the holy grail that is hard to come by under normal circumstances.

Xijian Heyin opened the forum, and the hourglass floating in the void representing emotional fluctuations was already full, but there was still no sign that he had completed the task.

So as long as he completes the plot of this comic and reaches a happy ending that satisfies most people, the world will start to work again.

It was time for Holmes to leave.

I'm a little bit reluctant...

Shiomi Kazune narrowed his eyes, and the faces of many people he met after coming to Japan emerged in his mind. After everything is over, there will probably be no chance to meet each other.

"It's not necessary." Xijian Heyin shook his head, and the bundled hair swayed slightly with his movements, like a cat's tail, "And I want to see him too."

Who this "he" is doesn't even need to be said, there is no one but Moriarty.

"You really know." Qin Jiu was not surprised, and put down the gun in his hand.

But that didn't mean he felt at ease with the detective. When he let go of his hand, a red sniper/shot/gun aiming spot appeared on Shiomi Kazuo's forehead, moving around his body like a demonstration.

"In terms of the means of dealing with people, I admire him very much, even more than I hate the crimes he committed. (Note 1)" Xi Jian Heyin said, he raised his hand and said calmly, "He can see my layout. It is very clear, and I am also very clear about every move of his chess, it has reached this time, if you don't come to see me, it will be too late."

[Is this the official announcement that Moriarty is the boss? 】

[Wait, Sherlock actually means that I don't know if he is the BOSS, but I believe that with his ability and means, there is no other possibility...? 】

【... Moriarty said before that he was a fan of Sherlock's career, and Sherlock seems to have a lot of trust in Moriarty's professional skills. Is this a two-way rush?】

[Running in both directions, what a big-headed ghost!This is gin!Laoqin is here!Sherlock is going to meet the organization boss soon!Regardless of whether it's Moriarty or not, Sherlock is still injured, help—]

[Conan is also very dangerous... I really don't understand Sherlock's behavior. Since I want to see Moriarty, I just go by myself, why did I bring Conan?Conan is now with that woman with a very dangerous name, if she can deliberately lure Conan away and let the gin in, that woman must be from the winery]

【If it's that woman, Conan is actually not dangerous at all】

【Ah, Belmode?Speaking of which, her attitude towards Conan is indeed very good]

[Although I know that Sherlock seems to be a little deified, but I always feel that he knows Conan's special appearance to Belmode...]

[Not impossible)]

【It suddenly occurred to me that when Sherlock ran out, he didn't say that no one would have guessed that he dared to go out, and he ran out with Conan... So at least until tomorrow, no one will find that the two of them are missing ? 】

【! ! ! 】

[The day lily will be cold tomorrow! 】

【Although Moriarty didn't kill Sherlock last time, he didn't hesitate to do it!Cat abuse Daba! 】

The floor of the forum on the side was being refreshed rapidly, and Xijian Heyin was still able to focus on the direction of the forum.

There was a black shadow slowly approaching behind him, but the detective looked at the silver-haired killer in front of him unaware.

[Sherlock be careful! 】

[Turn back!Come back quickly! 】

The black shadow slashed at the back of the detective's neck with a hand knife, and the boy was knocked out by the force.Gin immediately squatted down, pinched the detective's cheeks, and forced something into his mouth.

"Even an elephant has to sleep all day." Heiying said, he gradually walked to the light, and said to Gin, "According to what you said, brother, you attracted his attention, and I fainted quietly He really succeeded."

Gin looked down at the fainted detective, and said to him without answering Vodka's words, "Where is Belmode."

"I don't know, but you don't need so many people to deal with a child." Vodka bent down and hugged the detective very easily, "Does the boss really want to see this person? I haven't seen the boss yet."

"You talk too much, Vodka." Gin glanced at him and said coldly.Then took the lead, Vodka shrugged and chased after him.

Gin walked straight to the car parked not far away, and knocked on the window with a cold face.

The people in the car seemed surprised to see him, and they were stunned for a few seconds before opening the window. The blond young man looked around at Gin for a few times, smiled as usual, and said, "I really didn't expect to be here Meet you, Gin."

When seeing him, Qin Jiu also seemed a little surprised, as if he didn't expect it to be him.He has always disliked mystics like Belmode and Bourbon, but he didn't say much about the mission.

At this moment, Toru Amuro's cell phone rang the voice of the email again, and both of them knew what this meant, and Toru Amuro didn't care about the gin next to him, so he directly picked up the phone and opened the email.

There was only one address in the email, Toru Amuro frowned slightly, and when he was thinking about the meaning of this matter, the back door of his car was pulled open.

Vodka threw the man whose head was covered by the bag into the back seat, and clapped his hands as if he was done.

"Your task this time is to deliver goods." Qin Jiu said coldly, as if threatening, "Don't play any tricks, he is watching you."

"Understood." Toru Amuro made a casual look, "Are you with me this time?"

"Only you." Gin said, he was actually just repeating the boss's order, and he didn't actually know what Moriarty was going to do.

Moriarty assigned tasks to everyone, but never told them what he wanted to do. Everyone could only complete part of the task, and only Moriarty could appreciate the final product.

Arrogant guy, but, I have to say, quite charming.

"When you get there, someone will meet you."

Tokyo at night is more lively than during the day.

The modern neon lights illuminate the entire night sky, which is almost as bright as the daytime. People in the off-duty society go to drink in groups of twos and threes, and there are all kinds of people on the street.

Sitting in the car on the return journey, Mao Lilan asked curiously, "Speaking of which, what was Mr. Sherlock like when he was a child?"

When they came, they came with Amuro Toru's car, but on the return trip, Amuro Toru had some business to answer the phone, and a little sorry to say that there was something to do later, so Jing Xian, who came out together, took the initiative to take them back. .

The only people who needed him to be sent back were the children from the Detective Boys and Mao Lilan, so he sent the younger children first, followed by Mao Lilan and Huiyuan Ai last.

There were fewer and fewer people in the car. Although Mr. Administrator was very gentle and unassuming when facing them, he still felt a little awkward when no one spoke.

Mao Lilan thought for a while, brought up a topic, and said, "Because Conan and Mr. Sherlock have a very good relationship, they often go to the scene to solve crimes together...I think of Shinichi again. He used to talk all day long when he was a child. 'What about Sherlock Holmes', I was really shocked when I first heard Mr. Sherlock's name."

Her topic was a bit endless, but Mao Lilan had tried her best, and she and Sherlock only knew each other better because of Conan, and there was nothing to talk about with the other party's brother.

Hui Yuanai sat with her, and upon hearing this, she looked at the administrator sitting in the front row.She remembered what Sherlock had said to her earlier when he was hurt, that...they might be the one with the cousins.

I don't know if it's true or not, but she has some strange psychology, and she hopes it's true.

If it was Mao Lilan who said this to her, Hui Yuan Ai probably wouldn't expect so much. It's not that she doesn't like Mao Lilan, but it's because she likes Mao Lilan so much that she doesn't want her to have anything to do with herself .

But Sherlock is different, as long as he stands there, he will bring everyone an endless sense of peace of mind, making people ignore his youth and everything else.Even if he really caused any trouble, he seemed to be able to easily resolve it.

However, she doesn't have any sense of closeness to Sherlock's brother, the Administrator. Although the Administrator looks easier to get along with than Sherlock on the outside, there is a sense of alienation in that gentle appearance. , maybe even harder to get close to than that sarcastic detective.

Hui Yuanai added for Mao Lilan, "From what he looks like now, I can't imagine what kind of person he was before."

When Jing Xian heard what they said, she showed a pensive expression, "When I was young..."

As if caught in a memory, many images flashed through his mind, and finally he smiled apologetically, "Actually, he and I didn't grow up together. To be precise, we separated not long after we were born."

"Huh? How come?"

"Sherlock has been in poor health since he was a child, so he was sent to his hometown in England to recuperate. I grew up with my father in Japan, and we only saw each other during holidays. I was looking forward to it." The administrator smiled slightly, like a breeze The face is average.

"So that's the case. Because Mr. Sherlock looks very energetic now, I thought..." Mao Lilan said with some surprise.

"The very bad one. At that time, some people said that he might not live to be 20 years old." The smile on the corner of the administrator's mouth became a little helpless, and he said, "But he still persisted, took medicine and treatment, until now he is almost the same as ordinary people. There was no difference. It turned out to be a little bit better, and his true nature was completely exposed."

"That's why I'm so worried this time." Mao Lilan said, and felt that what she said was wrong. Even Shinichi, who has always been healthy, would be worried when she came back from a dangerous injury, and changed her words, "They These detectives always decide everything by themselves, which is really annoying sometimes."

"I don't know how to repent at all." Mr. Administrator nodded sympathetically, and when he was about to say something more, his cell phone rang suddenly.

He turned his head, smiled apologetically at the two, picked up the phone, his tone became a little more serious from the previous gentle chat, and said, "It's me."

The person on the opposite side said something, although the expression of Mr. Administrator did not change, his lips became tighter and tighter, and it took a long time for him to reply, "I see."

Mao Lilan was delicate, noticing the subtle changes in Mr. Administrator's aura, and said, "If you have something to do, you can put us here. This place is not far from my home. I will send Xiao Ai back first."

"No, it's nothing important." The administrator would try his best to look back at them before speaking, but this time he lowered his head, without showing a more and more cold expression, but his voice was still gentle, "I will send you back first. "

He quickly received an email on his phone, the sender's name masked.Jing Xian turned off the sound, and clicked on the attached video. It was a short video of someone being carried by a man in black and being roughly thrown into the back seat of a familiar car.

Jingxian locked the phone screen, took a few breaths to calm down, and then turned it back on.

He knew his brother's plan, as long as his brother said that he wanted his help, even if it was killing someone, he would help him.

What appeared on the screen, Xijian Heyin, actually helped him warn him, but when he saw it, he still couldn't restrain his anger.

It was the same last time, can this guy love himself a little bit?

Jing Xian complained a few words in his heart, picked up the mobile phone and started to deploy related things. He Yin didn't tell him exactly what to do, but he almost guessed what Xijian He Yin was going to do.

No problem, as long as it is what my brother wants to do, he will help him do it.

>>>>>>

Toru Amuro didn't take the threat of gin to heart. After making sure that no one was following him, he parked the car on an inconspicuous roadside and opened the rear door.

He hastily removed the cloth bag covering the man's head, and as expected, he revealed Sherlock's face that he was very familiar with.

Amuro smelled a bit of blood, maybe Sherlock's wound was pulled away, and the detective's face was also abnormally pale.

"Sherlock, Sherlock?" Amuro patted his cheek lightly and whispered the detective's name.

Toru Amuro had already guessed in his heart that the detective might not be woken up so easily, but he did so subconsciously.

However, unexpectedly, the detective leaning on the back of the chair frowned, and then opened his eyes.

"Is there any water?" Sherlock said, his voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were very bright, only when he was confused for a moment when he opened them, he quickly put forward his request calmly.

Amuro Toru's car is often stocked with such items. He took out a bottle of water from the trunk, guessing that Sherlock had no strength now, he unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.

Sherlock sat up covering his stomach with one hand, took the bottle of water, and drank half of it in one go.

"Thanks to my poor health when I was young, I used too many drugs, and the effect of that thing on me was slightly reduced." Sherlock's voice sounded better, but he still looked a little weak.

In particular, his hand never left the place where it was injured before, which is very worrying.

"What's going on, Sherlock." Amuro asked, helping him to sit upright.

"Is it a task assigned to you by the organization?" Sherlock didn't answer his question, but asked him one instead.

"Well." Toru Amuro knew that there was nothing to hide from him, and told him very bluntly, "I saw you and Conan getting into a car at the entrance of the hospital, so I followed, and then received the work from the organization. Leave me where I am. Then Gin throws you over for me to 'deliver'."

"Fortunately it's you." The detective leaned back in the chair, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "This is the best result. I'm still thinking about how I would end up if it was someone else."

Toru Amuro looked at him suspiciously, but the detective's smile soon became more smug, "But I knew it would be you, so I dared to let the gin knock me out. It seems that my luck is not bad."

"What exactly is going on?"

"Let me tell you this... hiss." Sherlock sat up a little bit, but he pulled the wound again. He unbuttoned the two buttons of his suit, and the blood inside had already stained the vest outside. After taking a look, he raised his head indifferently, only his slightly pale lips and his sweaty head from the pain could see his haggardness at this time.

"I received a commission today and sent it to the hospital."

"This……"

"Well, it's strange, isn't it? Since I was sent to the hospital, it means that I know my whereabouts well. Even so, I still want to invite me. It would be strange if there is no conspiracy." Sherlock rolled his eyes. Even in such a distressed moment, he He also maintained his basic demeanor, "So I went out and checked."

Checking the process of kidnapping yourself is considered going out to check, right?

Sherlock looked down at the palm of his left hand that had just covered his abdomen, which was covered with dots of blood, and said calmly, "You are here now, you can guess what I found."

Invite, organize, Sherlock.

The keywords kept overlapping, Amuro Toru's gray-purple eyes darkened, and he whispered a word, "Moriarty?"

"Well, it's great that I don't have to explain to you who he is." Sherlock laughed, causing the wound again, and then took a breath, "I think he already knows that you are an undercover agent."

Toru Amuro was not as surprised as he imagined. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "I guessed it, that's why I dared to put you down here. The only thing I don't understand is, why did you know that I was an undercover agent? You will entrust this task to me."

"Because you are my assistant."

"assistant?"

"Conan is now trapped in that room, and if I'm not mistaken, he is also facing a major test now."

"Just because of the assistant?"

"Hmm." Sherlock showed a very rare gentle smile, and looked at him quietly, "He can guess what kind of conversation we are having now, and he also knows that as long as he arranges for you to come over, we will definitely fight back against him."

This is even more incomprehensible.

"How to explain..." Sherlock frowned slightly, thinking about the method of narration, "I know he can guess our actions, but he still did it because he knew that I would go to see him even so."

Amuro looked at him, as if thinking about the meaning of his words.

"We both know each other so well, I can see through his plans at a glance, and he can guess what I'm going to do, so we have been stuck in a deadlock for a long time, I can't catch him, he can't There is a way to move me." Sherlock thought for a few seconds, trying to explain in better understandable words, he smiled, although he looked very weak and haggard, but this smile was full of youthful vigor.

"I'm still better." Sherlock pointed to his abdomen, which is the mark left by Moriarty, "This is the winner's medal. He was forced to a certain extent by me, and he can only use this method Come take revenge on me."

"I probably understand." Toru Amuro said, he looked at the detective with complicated eyes, but also softened a lot.

Sherlock and Moriarty have been engaged in some kind of confrontation, maintaining a strange balance.After this balance was broken, Moriarty could only find a way to break the situation from Sherlock.

Amuro lowered his eyes, he felt that he might be a hostage used by Moriarty to threaten Sherlock, just like last time.

Sherlock might sacrifice something for him, but he won't let that happen.

"Can I help you with anything?"

Sherlock raised his eyes, the red pupils were as bright as stars at the moment, even though he was still a little hard to move, those eyes were full of convincing power.

He laughed and asked, "Will you trust me?"

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Note 1: Excerpted from the original work, with some changes when selected.

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