unsaved world

What bad thoughts can a monster thief have?

It was just that when he was about to go home after stealing the gems, he saw the girl who was pushed down the stairs. That girl was the one who saved him last time. Adjusted the direction and flew closer.

However, when he approached, what made the Phantom Thief unbelievable was that he did see the expected smile on the girl's face. In that very short moment, he hesitated.

It was a relaxed and candid smile, and there was even a faint expectation, as if this kind of imminent death was what she yearned for.

The rationality that came immediately made him deny this idea. Even the strange thief was unwilling to believe that such a young girl would look forward to death, so he stretched out his hand precisely to catch the falling girl.

She is very light, her body temperature is also very low, and she has a somewhat inconspicuous dessert smell on her body, which is the sweet taste that monster thieves have always preferred.

Wearing the skin of a gentleman and a monster, he probed with a polite and provocative attitude, but he saw the girl's somewhat cold eyes.

It seemed to be blaming him for saving his eyes.

He thought to himself, and saw the girl lowered her eyes, her short black hair was shaking, covering her unclear expression, and then heard the girl sigh helplessly, and said to him:

"What a nosy Phantom Thief."

have a finger in the pie?

Rescue with good intentions but being said so by the other party, this made the strange thief a little confused, thinking that such a pretty little girl must have a bit of hostility.

"What's wrong with such a beautiful young lady, why would she want to hurt herself so much?" He didn't care about such a sharp attitude, and put on a persuasive tone. Of course, he thought in his heart, that would definitely be rejected by her sharply.

It's just that this time she was not in a hurry to reply, but looked at him from a distance, as if she was helpless or worried, or to some extent, she was hiding very similarly to him.

"Why can't you think about it?" She said, with a light smile, "In a world with no memories, it doesn't matter if you die."

This sentence is like a non-mainstream girl who was poisoned by TV drama tea.The strange thief thought so in his heart, but if it was said from the mouth of the hostile girl in front of him, he would indeed believe it a little bit.

"Do assassins think so too?"

He opened his mouth as if asking about an extremely ordinary matter, but the information points inside made the already hostile girl even more chilling.

However, it seems reasonable to be known by this phantom thief who has escaped countless police hands.

That time, when she met the other two members of the organization, she didn't help the phantom thief in any way, and her performance completely exceeded the level of a normal high school student.

"But how can you be sure that I'm the assassin?" She didn't deny it, but asked rhetorically.

"The boy you called 69." The strange thief narrated calmly, "I don't know what I used to make you faint. When I carried you away, I quietly rescued you from him, but he didn't follow. Just said a word."

After a pause, Kaitou Kidd's eyes fell on her face deeply, "He said that the assassin cannot be rescued."

As if recalling a distant memory, she smiled absurdly. Although she knew that it was not Mr. Naikang who rescued him last time, it was beyond her expectation how much was saved by the strange thief, so she said:

"It turns out that it was the strange thief who came to the rescue last time."

The strange thief smiled deeply. He felt that if he was able to save her so easily from 69 at that time, maybe the other party let her go. After all, when he could have called another assassin to attack him, the other party gave up.

After flying to another small high-rise building, he lowered the girl down and put the girl down. The girl in front of him was rubbing her hair that was a little messed up by the wind, and a cold color suddenly appeared in her reddish brown pupils. When he was about to leave, she whispered slowly. Slowly said:

"The help from the last time has been cleared. Mr. Phantom Thief will not help me next time he meets me."

It seems that as the saying goes, the assassins cannot be saved, whether they are body or soul, they have fallen into the abyss forever.

She should be a girl of only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she seems to be wrapped in a huge secret. The coldness and sharpness revealed make people unable to help but be curious. The strange thief smiled indifferently in a low voice, and turned around Fly into the black sky.

Due to Kaitou Kidd's kind rescue, the old-fashioned plan failed this time, and Yukikawa Rin took out his phone and called Mr. Nakura while walking downstairs.

"I was disturbed by an uninvited guest." After the call was connected, Mr. Nakura said softly, "It's a pity."

Yukikawa Rin who walked out of the building continued to walk on the street, and said flatly: "However, Mr. Nakura's plan this time is too old-fashioned."

When the girl appeared on the roof, she had already guessed the whole plan.

"Ah, is that so?" Orihara Lin, who was holding the mobile phone, was also leaning against the wall, shrugging his shoulders, looking helpless, "After all, Ah Lin's request is urgent this time, so it's understandable if the plan is not good."

Xue Chuanlin raised her eyebrows, noncommittal. At this time, the street was crowded with people, she turned to the street with few people, leaned against the wall, her eyes darkened.

"What about other plans?"

She asked this question, as if she didn't intend to let it go, and Orihara Rin, who was walking on the street, casually played with the thin needle in his hand. The light on the side of the road shone, and the blood stains on the needle were clearly visible. He asked in a low voice:

"A Lin, is there anyone around now?"

Xue Chuanlin looked at the distance of the surrounding streets, she walked to the wall inside the trail and stopped, and replied: "No one."

"Then." Orihara Rin also smiled leisurely, glanced at his watch, reached out to break the thin needle, and said, "Other plans are already being implemented, 3, 2, 1."

After the words were finished, Xue Chuanlin's fingertips trembled, and the hand holding the mobile phone lost strength instantly, and the mobile phone fell to the ground with a thump, but she had no time to pick it up at this time, only felt a pain that seemed to burn the bone marrow from her arm It spread to the whole body, and fell uncontrollably to the cold ground.

She gritted her teeth and showed a smile. At that time, what the girl stabbed in her shoulder was not anesthetic, but poison.

I don't know where the intelligence dealer got the poison, but before she died, it could still make her whole body hurt so badly. She clenched her hands tightly, and the burning sensation that seemed to melt the bones gradually engulfed her reason, destroying it bit by bit. all perception.

"Don't worry, Rin."

Mr. Nakura's gentle and slow voice came from the mobile phone that fell on the ground, but the words did not have a trace of warmth.

"It won't be painful for long."

At the bottom of the dark street, snowdrops fell. The slender girl trembled and gritted her teeth without making a sound. When all consciousness disappeared, she murmured a boy's name.

"Kudou..."

——"Xinyi?"

In the Maori Detective Agency, Maori Lanben was tidying up her father's messy table, but suddenly received a phone call, hearing the other party's voice, her eyes were sour, and she asked uncertainly.

"Is it Shinichi?"

On an ordinary street, in an inconspicuous telephone booth, Edogawa Conan, wearing a small blue suit and a camel scarf, was talking to Mao Lilan with a butterfly voice changer made by Dr. Ali. He responded:

"Of course it's me, can't you even hear my voice?"

The boy's voice was clear, and he said with a bit of a joke through the phone.

"I thought you would cry because you were worried about me, so I called to see."

"Stupid, who would cry for you?" Mao Lilan asked, wiping her tears with a slightly crying voice, "Where are you now? Why haven't you come to school for so long?"

"Someone asked me to solve a troublesome case, and I probably can't solve it for the time being." Edogawa Conan replied with the excuse he had thought up before, "Don't worry, I will go back as soon as I finish solving it."

The little boy used the butterfly voice changer to explain his previous whereabouts, and after a few words from his childhood sweetheart, he hung up the phone because he was busy with a case.

call.

He exhaled and looked at the butterfly voice changer in his hand. Now he could only rely on this tool to pretend to restore his identity. He felt somewhat melancholy. On the other hand, it also made him secretly determined to catch the man in black.

Turning his head, outside the telephone booth, the snowflakes did not stop, falling gradually, the young boy who opened the door and walked out of the telephone booth couldn't help shaking, propped up his little blue umbrella and walked back to the Maori Detective Agency.

The small footprints are very clear in the snow, with the muffled sound of stepping on the snow, they are actually not conspicuous in the streets where people come and go.

In order to avoid being seen by acquaintances at the Maori Detective Agency, he deliberately went to a far street and used a phone booth to make a call. Now he has to take a bus to go back.

When he walked to the path between the two tall buildings, the keen detective caught the slight movement inside. He looked sideways and saw a few mice crawling evasively, and there were faint traces of blood on the back of the mice.

Detectives are always very keen on unknown accidents. The young boy holding the blue umbrella hesitated for a moment, looked around, and walked towards the path.

This is a long and narrow path, located between two buildings, the distance is only enough to pass two or three people at a time, in addition to the trash can, there are miscellaneous cardboard boxes here, the more he walks inside, the more dim the light becomes.

sough--

Sparse noises sounded in the darker part of the front end, which made the vigilant Edogawa Conan stop quickly. He frowned, and his blue pupils were full of seriousness. Looking at it now, he seemed to be lying on the ground alone.

who is it?

He gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly, thinking about what to do if he was a criminal.

In the dim space, if he wanted to see the other party's situation clearly, he had to take a few steps closer, so he raised his feet and approached again, breathing lightly.

In a quiet space, every step he takes can produce the sound of hitting the eardrums. If the other party is a criminal, he should be vigilant to find him, but when he approaches, the other party still does not make any movement.

The little boy holding the umbrella frowned. He knelt down on one knee to check the other party's situation, and only when he got closer did he see the other party's face clearly.

At that second, the expression of the detective boy who had always calmly dealt with all emergencies changed drastically.

how come! !