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When leaving, 47 didn't know exactly what 48 planned, but she was sure that she would never stay in Mihua safely.

"47." 69 from behind followed him and asked, "Who [he] did you just mention?"

"69." He glanced at him calmly and said, "The 69 who died in the arena."

"Since he's dead, why..." 69 planned to ask again.

47 looked at his watch pretendingly, then walked in the other direction, waved his hands and said, "Sorry, I'm going to work."

Even if they are partners temporarily, they both have the intention of not wanting to hurt 48, but he doesn't intend to tell others about who 48 cares about him.

As the only two remaining assassins in the group, 47 felt that his relationship with 48 was not considered close, or in other words, 48 ​​was not close to anyone except 69 who died in the arena.

Especially after becoming an assassin, regardless of the number of assassinations or the difficulty, she became the number one in a short period of time with only one person, and there is no need to worry about the elimination system that still exists among assassins.

It is difficult for him, a long-range sniper who needs to cooperate with others, to wait for a suitable mission. At that time, 48 offered to cooperate with him to complete the mission, allowing him to be among the best.

At that time, he was very puzzled, and he asked her why she chose him to cooperate to complete the tasks that she could have done alone.

At that time, her eyes were deep, and she said softly:

"You're the only one there who remembers him."

She wanted to find someone to tell her thoughts about that person and remember his existence. Fortunately and unfortunately, 47 became that person.

It was also because of this that he understood how deeply she had feelings for 69, and also knew that she was leaving the organization to find him. Even if people said that 69 was dead at the time, she would always have the idea of ​​wanting to see him.

Now that she finally saw her, she should cherish it even more.

No matter what the relationship is.

47 thought this way at first, until the next day, he met 69 head-on, so many years later, 69, still in the body of a child, was in the house of the president of the loan company where he was hiding.

The president was murdered by his own daughter. He just sent materials as an employee. He happened to meet 69, and a middle-aged man and a high school girl with him. I thought I could leave after the encounter, but I didn’t want to leave later. On the way, he was stopped by him.

"You provided the gun that the president's daughter killed, right?" The young boy wearing glasses stepped out of the darkness with a calm expression that didn't match his age, "Mr. Otani Rei."

Otani Rei is a fake identity, if he is 69, he should be called 47.

As for the gun that killed the president, it was indeed under his mediation that the president's daughter successfully got it. 69 was as smart as before, and told the whole process of the incident without leaking, but it's a pity that there is no evidence.

What made 47 even more concerned was that the young boy looked at him more like a trial of a stranger, so he pretended not to know him and asked.

"who are you?"

But he didn't want to, and got an answer that made him unbelievable.

"Conan Edogawa is a detective." The corner of the young boy's mouth was raised, his eyes were firm and confident, and he was upright.

The detective, the existence that is completely hostile to the assassin, is actually someone 48 regards as important as his life.

"69." He couldn't pretend anymore, his face was full of shock and disbelief, and he was trembling when he read the code name, how could he believe that the people who had undergone cruel training together when he was young became their arresters People subconsciously want to deny, "How can you be a detective."

For a while, he understood why 48 asked the question about whether she could live. It turned out that the question meant that the decision of her life was not determined by the organization, but by the detective she cared most about.

Perhaps it was because he had heard too much about 48's thoughts about 69 in the past few years, and at that moment, as an assassin who organized the organization, he actually felt sad for 48.

"What did you call me?!" The pupils of the young boy in front of him constricted. The code name really touched him. He hurried forward, obviously thinking it was ridiculous, but he still called out the other party's code name in reply, "47?"

"You and 48..." He frowned, gritted his teeth hesitantly, and didn't know where to start. At this moment, an order from the organization came from the communicator behind his ear, so he had no choice but to give up communicating, turn around and leave quickly.

Edogawa Conan at the back was in a state of scorched heart at this time, seeing the other party fleeing suddenly, he wanted to catch up and ask for clarification, but the other party's skills were too agile, and he couldn't keep up with his child's body at all.

After losing his tracking figure, he braced his knees and panted heavily, recalling his 69 at that time in his mind, still so shocked that he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

The people and things that I thought were in the dream actually appeared in reality, and judging by his skills, it is really possible that he has been trained since childhood...

But, if it is true, how is it possible, and through what will things like traveling through time and space happen?

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and 48's face flashed in his mind, which was very similar to Xue Chuan.

If that wasn't a dream...

What about her?

She is the assassin.

So she knows the assassin's methods better than anyone else, and she knows how to survive from it better than anyone else.

"Xiao Lin wants to ask for leave?"

Mao Lilan felt very sudden when he heard the news.

"Well, about a week." She smiled and said normally, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back in a week, and I won't miss the garden fair."

The reason for asking for leave is to prevent other assassins from knowing the situation around her and to prevent the use of threats.

Rather than passively waiting, she would definitely take the initiative to attack, but what she didn't expect was that the group of people returned to her home one step ahead of her.

When they got home, the moment they turned on the lights in the house, they were swordsmen and swords, with agility. One or two were indeed the best assassins. Of course, it wouldn't be too long before they were defeated by her.

A few minutes later, one or two who knew that they were not capable enough retreated. It seemed that they just wanted to deal with her before others, but they were completely incapable of defeating her.

It's just that she can know the address of her home so quickly.

That damned tipper.

The next day, she felt the aura of stalking when she went out, so she deliberately appeared in the crowded place, and there were also assassins who wanted to take advantage of the crowd, but she subdued them in the opposite direction, and was deliberately detained by the police.

The destination she went to was Orihara Rinya's information room. After knocking on the door several times, there was still no response from the door.

Presumably he found out that many people were chasing and killing her, and in order to protect himself, he didn't want to have anything to do with her.

"Mr. Nakura, you missed your appointment."

She leaned halfway against the door and whispered, turned the hairpin into a long wire, and fiddled with the keyhole a few more times, and with a crisp sound, the door was unlocked.

Orihara Rin really didn't expect that assassins could pick locks. He stopped playing chess and watched Xue Chuanlin walking in from the door with a bag on his back. He immediately explained with a smile: "I really don't have any locks." , I didn’t say a single thing Ah Lin told me.”

After a pause, he added, "But the address doesn't count, after all, I know it myself, right?"

"Business." She smiled, "I understand."

Orihara Rin also immediately raised her eyebrows feeling wrong, and heard her continue to say with a smile, "I'm going to trouble Mr. Nakura these few days."

Sure enough, it was to get involved with him.

"No, isn't your famous detective protecting you?" Orihara Rin also immediately refused.

She shook her head, looked around the room as she walked, and said, "I still think your place is better."

It was intentional, and he was determined to let him taste the pain of being targeted by assassins.

"A Lin, are you really going to treat me here?" Orihara Rin also asked this with deep eyes, and then said, "Aren't you afraid that something will happen to the person you care about?"

"No." She stopped and sat down on the sofa, and answered with a firm tone. After learning about this incident, she had already cut off contact with everyone. Now as long as Naicang keeps her mouth shut, no one will know that she once In the rice flower thing.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything." Orihara Lin also saw that her purpose of appearing here was not only to cause trouble for herself, but more importantly, to keep him silent.

"I must have chips."

After she said this, her eyes became cold, and she stood up abruptly and approached him. Orihara Rin also retreated immediately. After several rounds, she was no match at all. She was forced to sit in a corner, and her shoulders were suppressed by her arms.

Just when he was about to say something, a sharp blade cut across his neck, and the blood was sticky, so fast that he didn't react.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nakura." She lowered her eyes to look at his neck, took out the items from the backpack, and the nails stained with anesthetic simply covered the wound, and then dug directly into the skin of the side neck.

"What are you going to do?" The pain and dull numbness hit Orihara Lin also felt that something was wrong, but when he was struggling, he felt the weakness of his whole limbs, and instantly opened his eyes wide, "What kind of anesthetic is that?!"

"It's best not to move around." Xue Chuanlin looked indifferent, his hands were already stained with a large amount of warm and sticky blood, and explained to him carefully, "It's just an anesthetic that is stronger than ordinary anesthetics, and has no other side effects."

Then, she peeled off the wound on the side of his neck with two fingers, and a silver object the size of a corn kernel was pressed into the wound with her thumb.

The foreign body is pressed into the wound and can be perceived clearly even though the wound is numb. Orihara Rin's expression also turned cold, and his voice trembled uncontrollably and asked:

"What did you do?"

She didn't let go of him right away, and then let go after applying medicine and bandaging the wound on the side of his neck, squatting halfway in front of him, with calm eyes, and said indifferently.

"A bug has been implanted in the skin."

After a pause, she looked into his ear, and said softly, "Be patient, there is still a need for monitoring."

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely tremble with fear when encountering such a thing, but Orihara Linye suddenly laughed, with cold sweat streaming from his forehead, he tilted his head and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will tear it down?"

"Will not."

She took out a thin needle from her backpack again, dipped it in anesthetic, and pierced his earlobe quickly and fiercely. The blood stained the fingertips, and the flashing monitor was embedded in it. said to him.

"If it's out of the temperature under the skin, then in milliseconds, surveillance and eavesdropping will explode directly."

This kind of thing related to one's own life is the best bargaining chip.