Draw a card and become a high school boy

Conan followed Ms. Crowe's guidance and entered the interior of the annex.

Just like the impression from the outside, this annex is full of strong artistic atmosphere, with various oil paintings hanging, and the vases placed next to it are all antiques worth tens of millions.

Ms. Crowe opened a heavy door with exquisite and ingenious design, and beckoned Conan to enter it.

This place seems to be a collection room or something. Compared with the collections here, the ones outside can only be regarded as third-rate.

Especially in the center, the emerald crown placed in the glass cabinet. Several emeralds are inlaid on the base of the carved gold crown, which emits a very dazzling light under the illumination of the surrounding lights.

"This is..." Conan stared at the crown and murmured.

If it was anything else, he would have to recall it carefully, but this crown is so special, exquisite and beautiful and priceless, it caused a storm a few months ago.

Conan suddenly realized something, he turned his head, Ms Crowe was still wearing the long black dress standing at the door, but her face changed.Ms. Crowe has a brighter and more beautiful face than the previous Ms. Crowe, with blond hair softly draped over her shoulders, red lips slightly pursed, and smiling at Conan.

"Long time no see, boy." The woman said with a smile.

Conan's expression became stern, did he and Sherlock fall into the trap of the organization?Does Sherlock know about this?

No... where is Sherlock now, he was brought here, and if Sherlock is conscious, it is impossible not to catch up.

Is it?

"Belmode." Conan called out her name, with a cold face, without any gaffe.

"You should be happy. It's me here, not Gin." Belmode spoke softly, and she seemed to be very happy talking to Conan.

Gin?

Why did Belmode mention gin for no reason?It can't be to deter him.

Something flashed through his mind suddenly, he raised his head and asked eagerly, "Where's Sherlock?"

"Too impatient, boy." Belmode still responded unhurriedly, her fingers rolled up the sideburns around her ears and gently twisted them around, "That cute little detective has probably been sent to the hospital by now." It's in front of that gentleman."

As if struck by lightning, Conan stared at her with wide eyes.

"Well, that's right, at least it's on the way." Belmode chuckled and pressed a button next to him.

Conan adjusted the function of the glasses without any hesitation. Sure enough, in the short distance between them, there were now many criss-crossing infrared laser lines, trapping him in this room.

"But after all, our gentleman is a fair person and gave you a chance to compete."

Belmode took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed the button over there.The base of the emerald crown suddenly lifted up, and a small metal box appeared underneath.

Pressing it again, the small box was opened, and inside was a mechanism with a dial and various leads.

"drop--"

After a disturbing mechanical sound, the time on the mechanical object, or the bomb, suddenly jumped.

Countdown: 06:00:00

"Let's solve the mystery, detective." Belmode's tone suddenly changed, it was not like her usual style, it was not what she would say at all, and made a masculine prom bow, saying, "I'm waiting for you."

The carved door in front of it was slowly closed, and the room gradually became quiet, only the countdown to the bomb was beeping.

Conan didn't move. He carefully recalled Belmod's demeanor and actions just now. For some reason, it seemed that Belmod was giving him a hint.

That demeanor, that movement, is clearly...

Moriarty.

Toru Amuro restarted the car according to the task requirements of the email sent on the mobile phone.

The destination is a bar on the edge of the city, where good and bad people are mixed together, and it is a good place to hide.Toru Amuro was there, handing over the detective to someone else.

Sherlock leaned on the back seat of the car and closed his eyes to rest. From the rearview mirror, he could see his pale complexion, and his brows were also furrowed, as if he was enduring some pain.

He knew this. Sherlock had been injured in the confrontation with Moriarty before, and the knife that attacked him was painted with something. Even the gunshot wound was almost healed, and the wound still had no tendency to heal.

But Sherlock now has to face the danger himself, and as before, they can only watch from the sidelines.

"Didn't I say it? It's just a different division of labor. I have more important things for you to do." The detective sitting in the back seat opened his eyes lazily as if he knew what he was thinking.

"That's the way it is said..."

"The plan has been arranged. I have been preparing for this day for a year." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, showing traces of his red pupils, and said with a smile, "In the novel, Holmes spent three months, Do you think I am weaker than him? But I am different from him, Moriarty understands me better and has become more cunning."

"I haven't thought about it that way." Hearing his joke, Amuro Toru relaxed his tense heart a little.

What Sherlock said has never been inaccurate, coupled with his completely impartial position, it is as reliable as the truth, even if the sun rises from the west tomorrow, Sherlock will not make mistakes.

It has to be said that he appeared so relaxed, as if he was going not to a hell-like organization, but to a concert.Such a calm performance really gave him a lot of comfort.

Even though he knew that this matter was not as easy as it appeared on the surface, only he could bear the pressure in private.

"Everything will go very well." Sherlock repeated as if he was confirming something, "Even if I die there, if I proceed according to my plan, this matter will be resolved smoothly."

Toru Amuro slammed on the brakes.

The sudden braking caused the huge friction between the car's tires and the ground to produce a very harsh sound.Sherlock was not wearing a seat belt because of the abdominal wound, and was almost rolled forward by the inertial belt.

"What happened?" The detective finally stabilized his figure and grabbed the handrail next to him. What happened suddenly made him ask a little confused.

The road was very clean. Because of their destination, there were no other vehicles or people on the road, and he did not arrange any roadblocks on the road. Could there be any emergency?

Half of Toru Amuro's face was hidden in the dark, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and several veins popped out from his hands.

The detective tilted his head, looked at him with a puzzled face, got up with his right hand covering his abdomen, and leaned forward to the front row.

"Suddenly uncomfortable? What happened?" Shiomi Kazuo stretched out his hand, poked Amuro Toru's cheek, and then he suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"No." Amuro turned his face and stared at him blankly, "You can't die."

Toru Amuro is a police officer with a sense of justice. He has been undercover in the organization for many years and has witnessed the death of relatives and friends and the depravity of countless borders. However, his heart is still pure and he never has any thoughts of betrayal.

For him, the demise of the organization is the most important thing.

So he was worried that if he died no one would be able to contain Moriarty?

"Don't worry, I have been preparing for this day for a long time. Even if I die, I will take Moriarty to be buried with me. As for the others, I have already made arrangements..." Xijian Heyin thought for a few seconds, feeling Probably figured out what Toru Amuro was thinking, and comforted him with a smile.

...Eh, why are you angry?

Shiomi Kazuo stared at Toru Amuro's eyes, unlike the relieved expression he thought, what was clearly conveyed from those eyes was anger.

"That kind of thing is good!" Amuro's voice suddenly raised, his gray-purple eyes were very bright in the dark, it's hard to imagine that this person is the usual Amuro Toru who never shows his flaws in the face of anything, "The most important thing is your safety, understand? Everything must be based on your safety as the most basic principle. When a person dies, there is nothing left."

"You scratched me a little bit." The detective stared at him for a while, then smiled at him.

Toru Amuro's expression became more incomprehensible, he closed his mouth and let go of his hand, Shiomi Kazuo shook his numb arm slightly, and sat back in the back seat.

"It's enough." Xi Jian Heyin said, he looked out of the car window, it was still difficult to see the stars in the sky, and the dark night shrouded the whole land, "I have a clear conscience for all the cases I have handled, and I can say that my Wisdom has never been used on the wrong side (Note 1). Death is not the end, but a reward for me. As long as I can catch him, this price is acceptable."

"But I can't accept it. I don't think everyone can accept it." Toru Amuro raised his head and looked back from the rearview mirror in the center of the car. Today's detective dressed in a particularly formal look looked at him with a little surprise. Toru Amuro continued, "Aren't you taking your own life too seriously?"

Xijian Heyin was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Toru Amuro had such an idea.

There should be no one in this world who cares more about his own life than him. He has been in poor health since he was a child, and the efforts he has made to survive healthy are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Maybe he has been a little bit harsh on himself for the progress of the plot in recent times, but this kind of sacrifice is necessary, and there is nothing to say.

It shouldn't be difficult to understand, right?Although he cherishes his own life, if compared with things that make him happy, like magic, like other things, he is willing to pay that price.

But this sentence is really familiar... His colleague, El-Melloi II, seemed to have said similar things before. After listening to his explanation, he stared and said that he was a lunatic.

Are you okay?

But with previous experience, Xijian Heyin didn't directly express his thoughts, but asked very modestly, "Why do you think so?"

"If you weren't injured, I really want to punch you right now." Toru Amuro fastened his seat belt again and said through gritted teeth, "If you die there, I'll demolish your house."

Xijian Harmony: "..."

Xi Jian and Yin: "???"

"Wait, why did you demolish my house!"

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The author has something to say:

Harmony: Toru Amuro, there is no cat virtue either!

Note 1: The content of the original work was changed when it was selected.

Recently, I want to revise the title of the previous article to make it tidier. I don’t need to click to open it when I see the revision... But Jinjiang can only revise ten chapters a day, and if there are too many chapters, it will be blocked. The amount of work is quite large, and it will take several days.

The end chapter is a bit stuck, the update may be a little later these days) I try to finish writing as soon as possible