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Time went back to before Shuichi Akai and Hess faced each other.

On Conan's side, it was hard to get rid of the inexplicable mental pollution before. Before Conan could sort out his emotions, there was a sudden movement from the door of the greenhouse.

The door slowly opened from the outside, and a man scanned the inside with his head poking his head, and came in with a sigh of relief after finding no one inside.

Another companion in charge of guarding hurriedly tried to stop him: "Are you crazy? If Mr. Hess enters here without authorization, we will die!"

"No, Lord Hess is so gentle, and we just want to admire the glory of our Lord, Lord Hess will definitely understand." Another person said indifferently, "And now that Lord Hess is not here, who knows when I'll be back, don't be so nervous."

"You're just crazy."

"No, Harada, on the contrary, I am very sober now." The man looked up at the direction of the sacred tree, with a look of intoxication on his face, and couldn't help but took a few steps forward.

I'm not awake...Conan hid behind the tree trunk, thinking stiffly.

The incident happened too hastily, and it was too late to run back to the cart in the corner in an emergency, and there was no other shelter in the entire greenhouse except the tree and the cart. In desperation, when Conan recovered, he was already standing behind the trunk.

The soles of the shoes were soaked in a shallow layer of blood.

Conan didn't dare to move, and stood stiffly less than one centimeter away from the tree trunk. He heard two people coming from the door, chanting words, which seemed to be some special prayer, but he couldn't even concentrate on listening now. rising.

A faint smell of blood lingered around him, not only the unpleasant smell of rust, but also mixed with a fishy sweetness, Conan didn't even dare to take a big breath.

Something, trying to wrap around his ankle, feels cold and rough to the touch.

Conan tried his best not to think about it, and he didn't look down to see what it was. He kept a stiff posture and waited for the two people outside to leave. Finally, the other more sober person pulled his companion and forcibly left the confines of the greenhouse.

After the door of the greenhouse was closed, it was more like being isolated into another space, only the sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

No, it's probably far from the sound of leaves blowing in the summer breeze.

Not even the wind here.

Conan raised his head stiffly, and saw that the lines of the leaves seemed to come alive. Countless eyes stared straight at Conan. Those rustling sounds were the leaves trembling, and the eyes turned to his voice.

Bowing his head, he didn't know when a vine wrapped around Conan's white ankle, and he was still trying to climb up.

Conan wanted to struggle, when the kind of whisper around his ear was suddenly audible.

"Save... help me..."

Conan froze suddenly, but he didn't know what was making the sound.

"Help me, save me!"

The voice grew louder and seemed to be behind him.

Conan turned his head slowly, and saw the human face emerging from the tree trunk became clearer and clearer at some point.

It was the face of a man with pain written all over his face. Seeing Conan turning his head and staring at him, he immediately became excited: "You can see! You can see me, right!"

The man's words seemed to startle something, and more faces emerged from the trunk.

There are men and women, and the only thing they have in common is the look of pain on their faces, as if they are in hell.

"Oh God, please redeem me."

"Help me... end my suffering quickly."

"The coming of God will lead us to the eternal kingdom."

Those painful faces were extremely real, as if there were real victims praying for salvation in front of him. Conan wanted to close his eyes, but found that he could no longer control his eyelids at some point, and could only watch the tiny black hands fall from the tree trunk. Emerging from above, stretching towards him, countless whispers rang in his ears.

Will: extremely difficult to succeed!

"Whoa-"

The sound of shattering glass coming out of the earphones brought Conan back to reality. Only then did he realize that the small black hands around him did not exist. Instead, he had put his hand on the tree trunk at some point, feeling weak due to excessive blood loss. The feeling came from the body.

Conan hurriedly wanted to back away, but found that his feet and waist were also tightly entangled by vines, making him unable to move.

The 'tree' seems to have discovered the intention of the prey to escape, and has no intention of eating slowly. More vines protrude from the leaves, and those vines slowly entangle each other in the air, and finally become a huge, A 'flower' made of countless vines, provided that there is no huge mouth full of fangs inside.

Conan gasped, and struggled to explore in the small backpack that was anxiously behind him with the only small hand that could move.

Is there something, is there something that can come in handy at this moment...!

The doctor's inventions quickly passed through Conan's mind, but nothing could be used at this moment. It was something smooth that his fingertips seemed to touch.

Conan was taken aback for a moment, and then he took out the item without hesitation, and threw it directly on the tree trunk.

The bottle shattered, the liquid inside flowed down the tree trunk, and then the flames rose!

This thing is really useful...

Conan remembered what happened before he left.

Just before leaving, Conan communicated with Meguro again, but unfortunately there was still no result. The old man seemed to be still imprisoned in his inner world. Conan sighed and was about to get up when his hand was suddenly held by Meguro .

"Mr. Meguro?!" Conan was puzzled.

Meguro stared at Conan with those cloudy eyes, and opened and closed his lips as if he was saying something. Conan tried to listen closely, but he didn't hear any sound. Just when he was wondering, he saw Meguro's hand groping beside him.

"Are you looking for this?" Hoshikawa brought a big bag from nowhere.

Conan noticed that this was the backpack that Meguro originally brought. Sure enough, after seeing this backpack, Meguro became quiet again, and looked at Conan again.

Hoshikawa thought for a while, and stuffed the backpack into Conan's arms: "This is what he wants to give you."

Conan froze for a moment, and opened the backpack with some doubts. It was indeed the one that Meguro had carried before. Hattori and Conan were deeply impressed by the messy tools inside.

"Do you mean you want me to bring these things?" Conan asked tentatively.

However, the old man seemed to ignore his meaning, as if it was all an illusion just now.

In the end, it was Hoshinokawa who was very interested in digging around inside, and finally picked out two things and stuffed them for him.

Could this be a coincidence?

Looking at the burning tree trunk in front of him, Conan thought that someone screamed again, but this time he was sober, watching the scarlet liquid start to emerge from the tree trunk, and the flame was gradually extinguished, he took a deep breath. With a deep breath, he took out the dagger and stabbed it hard at the root of the tree.

All believers heard a howl from the depths of their souls at this moment.

The howling sound is not human at all, it is like the hoarse wind in the deepest part of the abyss in the legend, or the curse of the devil in the myth. Those who walked well lost consciousness and fell to the ground, while those who did not fall had blood dripping from the corners of their eyes and ears.

On the tenth floor, Hess, who was thinking about how to deal with Shuichi Akai, stopped his movements, and all the believers present stopped their movements.

Together, they looked towards the ground.

Hess restrained everything, looked at Akai Hideichi and said with a little deep meaning: "It seems that more than one mouse has sneaked in."

Akai raised his head, and he saw Hess's eyes that looked like frozen ice, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that you can also show such an expression."

Hess gave Akai a cold look, didn't speak, and asked his subordinates to detain him, and then hurried back underground with them.

However, the further they went down, the more serious the injuries they saw seemed to be. Originally, there were people on the floors above the ground who were able to ask what happened with difficulty, but when they reached the ground, a bunch of people fell to the ground, and no one fainted. It was also bleeding from seven orifices, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

Hess didn't stop. When he came underground, the door of the greenhouse was still closed. The two believers in charge of guarding fell to the ground at this moment, life and death unknown. Hess opened the door of the greenhouse without even looking at them.

The first thing that catches the eye is the frantic whipping of the 'tree'. Hess didn't go in, but just scanned the inside with his eyes. His eyes first stayed on the cart in the corner, then moved up, and finally stopped on the wall of the greenhouse. vent.

The guardrail of the air vent was removed, it is not known whether it was knocked down by the 'tree' or someone removed it.