unsaved world

Seeing 47 like that, 48 in the back frowned. Things really became troublesome. Everyone of them knew that the biggest reason for being able to suppress 48's actions until now was because she never killed her.

That look now is full of murderous intent.

In the monitoring room, Master No. [-] showed a satisfied smile.

The situation on the training field was completely reversed. 48, who was obviously injured, struck fast and ruthlessly, and soon defeated the besiegers one by one. Among them, the code-named 37 was directly kicked off the ground. Just as he screamed in fear, Someone reached out and grabbed his arm, preventing him from falling.

37 took a closer look and found that it was 69 who was seriously injured. His body was lying on the iron pile, holding his hands tightly and trembling constantly. His immature face was covered with cold sweat, his eyes were hard to squint, and his face was pale. .

"How could you..." With such a serious injury and anesthesia injections, how could he still be conscious.

"Quick...grab me...climb up." The great pain caused by the injury made the effect of the anesthetic dissipate a bit, he supported his fragile consciousness, the voice seemed to come from the whole heart, just listening to it was incomparable difficult.

37 didn't ask so many questions anymore, grabbed the trembling arm of the other party, and climbed up panting, completely without the strength to fight back.

"48, 48..."

At the same time, when 37 raised his head again, there was blood everywhere. The boy who was supposed to be seriously injured coughed up blood, and called the girl in front of him in a soft and shallow voice. The girl who was supposed to be the killer stopped and turned to him Look over here.

On that bloody face, 48 didn't have the horrible look in her eyes before. She raised her head again and looked at the monitor on the ceiling, indicating the end of the training.

[Winner - 48]

All the people who entered the top ten were eligible for treatment only if they were severely injured. After this training, the treatment room surprisingly received seven candidates who were seriously injured and survived.

All the doctors and nurses in the treatment room were busy in and out, and their figures were in a hurry. In contrast, three of the ten people who were less injured sat on the bench outside the treatment room and performed simple bandages by themselves.

After 37 gritted her teeth and bandaged the wound, she looked at 48 who was sitting far away. In fact, her injury was not much lighter than the person inside. Her arm was still bleeding, but she seemed to feel no pain at all. Her eyes were tightly closed. Stare intently into the treatment room.

"Ha, 48 is over." Sitting next to him, 24 laughed heartily like a child, but his eyes were gloomy and cunning, "She has begun to trust that guy."

In this clichéd rescue, a crack appeared in the girl's high heart wall, and the boy code-named 69 quickly slipped through it.

After that training session, Conan Edogawa was the first to wake up among all the people. Under the dazzling incandescent light, he opened his eyes, and the white light that hit him for a moment occupied all his vision, and he wanted to reach out to block it. He found that he couldn't move at all.

Immediately afterwards, there were small noises all around, and it was only after he recovered his eyesight that he could see the source of the noise clearly. It was the scattered hair.

He coughed lowly, pulled out a smile that reassured her, looked around again, and found that there were many bandages wrapped around his body, and the hands that grabbed 37 were also injured at that time, making it difficult to move.

I had no choice but to look at her flustered and nervous like this, and said the first sentence, hoarse and dry, and said weakly:

"How about your wound...?"

With a body full of pain, he opened his eyes and saw her pale face, out of instinctive concern.

And her pupils constricted, she seemed to be in a daze from shock, she hurriedly shook her head, lowered her head and replied: "No, it's all right."

Edogawa Conan recalled that she was shot in the back at that time, and she bled a lot at that time, and she didn't know if there was any treatment, but if she was given treatment, she didn't seem to want others to see her back very much. imprint.

Do you want to ask her to heal, but it is not allowed to treat the injuries that are not fatal to the top ten candidates.

"I, I... I'm here."

Then, in his thoughts, he heard 48's uncertain opening, and when his eyes moved to her, he saw that she immediately found something from her pocket, then took it out and handed it to him.

"Return yours, eye...glasses."

I don't know if it was because of nervousness, but she stuttered a little. Conan was about to say that he was not very active, when the girl leaned forward, focused her eyes, and gently put on the glasses for him.

He was stunned for a moment, and the moment he approached, he clearly saw the girl's serious and focused expression, and the first thought that came to his mind was that it looked like Xue Chuan.

"Candidate 69, get up and leave as soon as you wake up."

At this moment, the medical staff holding the record sheet said coldly.

No matter how serious the injury is, you can only stay in the treatment room during the treatment period, and you must leave immediately when you are conscious, which is the organization's regulation.

He nodded, struggling to sit up from the hospital bed, 48 reached out to stop his movement, and took out a piece of paper to show to the medical staff.

"One week's treatment qualification?" The medical staff showed a rare look of surprise, and then immediately responded and wrote something on the record sheet, then turned to Conan and said, "Okay, you don't have to leave for the time being."

Conan looked at 48 completely unexpectedly, 48 turned his eyes away, and explained unnaturally: "The winner of the iron pile training ground... the prize for the winner."

"Is there such a prize?" He said with a smile, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Then, he looked at the girl carefully, and asked again in a low voice, "Where is your injury, has it been treated?"

48 took a step back and stammered back: "I, I am not as weak as you."

"Then let me see your wound." He continued to sit up straight, his eyes fell on her face, and he said with a serious expression, "Let me see if you have been treated."

Of course, he knows that there must be no, and he also knows that she will definitely not show it to him. The reason for saying this is that he wants to see what kind of attitude she has towards him now, and if she does what she resists, she will What kind of expression do you show.

Unexpectedly, she didn't refuse so fiercely. Those beautiful tea-brown eyes fixedly looked at him, and she clutched the side of her neck in a little tangled, and refused in a low voice:

"No, no, back, back, no."

"Because of that mark?" He said suddenly, seeing the girl's complexion change drastically, he said again with certainty, "You don't like others touching that mark."

She struggled and resisted in her eyes, but she stood firmly in front of him, pursed her lips and tried hard to think about something, after a long time, she still didn't say a word.

He didn't attack himself like before, and he didn't turn around and leave immediately. Conan has improved a lot, so he said naturally:

"There are many people here, it doesn't matter if you don't answer."

After a pause, he looked seriously, and finally added, "I'm willing to wait until you want to tell me something."

48 is somewhat dull, with hesitant eyes: "You...why do you want to treat me..."

Before she could finish her words, Edogawa Conan raised his lips in interest when he heard her stuttering words, and the words the girl said when teasing him suddenly sounded in his mind, cutting off her continuing questioning , asked softly.

"48, why do you seem to...stutter a bit?"

48 was startled, looked at him tensely, shook his head quickly, clenched his fists and tried to respond: "I, I, I, I don't have it."

But the answer to these words is completely self-defeating.

"I've heard people say..." He remembered what the girl said on purpose, held back a bit of a smile but couldn't help but bend his eyes, and said slowly as if tempting, "Children will stutter when they meet someone they like."

48's eyes widened in an instant, and he took several steps back like a frightened bird. His whole face quickly turned red and hot, and he covered his mouth and said:

"No, no, no, no, no, I, I, I..."

It looked like an ostrich with a red apple head on it.

The always calm detective couldn't help laughing in a low voice anymore, but this laugh quickly involved the pain in the internal organs and back, followed by a violent cough like retribution.

Seeing this situation, 48 hurried forward and wanted to touch him, but he was afraid that something would hurt him, so he turned his head eagerly and wanted to call the medical staff:

"Hey, here..."

When she was about to call the medical staff over, her cold hands were suddenly covered with scalding heat. She turned her head in shock, and saw the boy grinning his teeth with a warm and warm smile, asking her softly.

"48, you are like this now... you are worried about me?"

48 Dazed, how could she have been watched so intensely before? She was still paying attention to the boy who helped her all the time. The desire to be cared about quickly surged in her heart. A seven-year-old child who had never felt these emotions was swallowed up. The inevitable end.

But she didn't know how to respond. No one taught her how to respond to other people's enthusiasm and kindness, let alone how to show similar enthusiasm and kindness. She clearly wanted to get closer, but she was afraid on the other side. Withdrew his hands tremblingly when dealing with all unknown things, avoiding rejection, and said nothing.

"48."

When her heart was extremely complicated, the culprit of the disturbance softly and slowly called her code name, like a tide, drowning her thoughts.

She looked at him blankly, but saw that his eyes were deep, filled with emotions she couldn't understand, and on his somewhat pale face, there seemed to be an extremely bright color.

He bent his eyes and smiled, saying:

"Now, we're friends, right?"

"Ah?" 48, who couldn't define friends correctly and had never had a friend, continued to be stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Edogawa Conan looked at 48's eyes, which were very similar to Xue Chuan's eyes, tea-brown, but the difference was that there was never Xue Chuan's clarity and warmth in them, and there was no occasional flash of light.

Sure enough, she who was blocked in this bloody organization was different from Xue Chuan.

With a relaxed and helpless smile, he guided and said, "A friend is someone who can walk together. 48, do you think our relationship counts?"

"Forget it...forget it." She lowered her eyes hesitantly.

That look was also an expression that Xue Chuan would never show.

He thought this way, but he couldn't restrain his desire to get closer to her and understand her. After several times of thinking, he looked at her seriously, stretched out his trembling hand due to the pain, and said.

"If you don't know how to answer these questions, I can teach you slowly."

He wanted to save 48, not only to leave here, but to save her soul together.