you redeemed me

It's man-made.

Many things seem to be irrelevant, many things seem to be false, many things confuse your sober mind, the once sober and meticulous and flawless thinking is worn away by the superficial comfort and vigilance. But it's too late... (Do you feel familiar, very familiar.)

What Miyano Shiho said is indeed correct, Kudo Shinben has no reason to abandon Mao Lilan, because of the so-called premarital phobia.

His disappearance was just something he thought or everyone thought was over, and there were still unfinished residues left.

Unexpected!

A skylight, high, high.

There is a blindingly white ray of light, constantly rippling with colorful spots, each ray of light is as pale and cruel as it can blind people's eyes.

Kudo Shinichi accepted the only light in the darkness without blinking.

Yes, this is a world of pitch black except for the unreachable light above the head, maybe after the only light disappears, this place is just a tomb.

Dead silence, and the endless breath of death.

That piece of light suddenly had a tendency to become larger, however, it just changed from a rectangle to a square and stopped.

The white light gradually illuminated the bottom facing the skylight, and a man's figure gradually appeared.

That posture was extremely passive.

Two pitch-black steel rods with no end in sight, appearing out of thin air, are placed horizontally above the ground.

One is on the top and one is on the bottom.

One in front and one in back.

The space in the light is cut into a slope, and Kudo Shinichi lies on that slope—if it can be regarded as a slope.

Admittedly, just two steel rods, other than that, no attachment points.

The hands are shoulder to shoulder, and the iron chain binds the two shoulders to the steel rod in a spiral shape. At first glance, it seems to be the tragic posture of Jesus carrying the cross. At another glance, a vertical rod is missing.The ankles of the two feet were each wrapped with iron chains and tied together with steel rods.

Four iron chains fixed a man on two horizontal bars without any looseness. The white light shone on his sunny face like a spotlight, reflecting the man's ghostly pale face.

He still didn't close his eyelids, his eyelids were slightly raised, as if he was asleep.

But if he wasn't asleep, how could he not blink!

The corners of the lips that used to be full of self-confidence and madness, with a smile that is sure to win, are now like old bark, as if they are about to shatter in the air in the next second, turning into dust...

His hair hung down stiffly, and there was a dark red congealed substance on his forehead—that was dried blood.

The eye sockets are sunken, and the indigo is dark under the eyes.

If, ignoring that face, it exists in such a posture, it is simply an ingenious and breathtaking work of art.

The red line outlines a seam in the darkness, then expands, extending a long, mutilated rectangle.

It was a door, opened slowly, the creaking sound seemed to scratch the eardrums, at the same time, the eyelids that were about to close trembled, opened, and touched the sudden light, as if If you get burned, close it quickly.

The rolling sound of the wheelchair is accompanied by the peculiar sound of crisp high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground from far to near. Slowly, calmly, as if for guests who are quite leisurely touring the mountains and rivers, slowly step in.

It's just that the only man who is sensitive and alert to this sound is suffering.

Finally, there was no sound, and the world was silent.

"CoolGuy, we meet again." It was still the noble voice that could pretend to be gentle and friendly, soft and watery, calm and hazy.

Just by this voice alone, one can tell how glamorous and charming this woman is. The eyes hidden under the black veil are extremely charming but eternally cold.

Her delicate skin, delicate face, and unchanging enchantment seem to be endlessly surpassing nature and blooming undefeated Manjusawa.

"I thought I'd have to go to the grave to see you again?" It sounded like the friction of an iron wheel that had been rusted for decades.

The voice was rough and ugly, and he struggled to move the corners of his mouth, trying to put on an expression that only had one truth, but it seemed that he couldn't do it.

The strength in his whole body seemed to be sucked out all at once, and the blood in his whole body was also coagulated at that moment. Only this still sober mind can think about the current situation. He gave up struggling and said slowly: "Bermod, Gin . ” The last sound is like clinging to something tightly, despite the difficulty, but desperately trying to shout out the name.

There used to be no hazy corners of the mouth, but now it is difficult to speak a complete sentence.

Kudo Shinichi was frustrated unwillingly.

Belmode looked at his upturned head as always, and smiled strangely: "CoolGuy, the injury on your head will not affect your IQ, after all, I am not willing to part with it. But, where do you have eyes, how do you know... ...Who is the person next to me?"

The sound of water-like silk wrapping around his body seemed to burn the wound on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth.

"The one who survived the annihilation plan that I personally designed can only be you, and the person who can help you push the wheelchair personally doesn't think otherwise, it can only be him..."

The abrupt laughter suddenly echoed in this space whose shape and orientation could not be estimated.

Belmode was wearing a black dress and a black gauze hat to cover her face, which was only worn at funerals. She tore off the black gauze and flung it on the ground neatly and domineeringly, allowing her beauty to remain unchanged for thousands of years. in the darkness.

"We're not dead yet, is it an accident? A surprise?" Belmode's arrogant tone penetrated the stagnant air like a sharp sword. "However, I was surprised. Surprisingly, this man saved me." He put his arm on the shoulder of the silent man in the wheelchair beside him.

Glancing at Gin's almost dull face in the dimness, he narrowed his eyes: "However, he is not considered alive, conscious...vegetative. Very apt description." She played with Gin's favorite gun in her hand: Made in Italy□□M□□□□.The only thing left of him.

Smiling very mysteriously: "You know, I don't understand why he saved me inexplicably, but I lost my life, so I have to fulfill his mission with a bit of conscience..." The evil smile spreads "last wish!"

Two gunshots rang out one after the other without any warning, like a child's impromptu prank.

There were two holes in the leg, blood spattered sporadically, and the rest seeped into the pants, staining the iron chain red.

Kudo Shinichi clenched his teeth tightly, but the groan that was strangled in his throat was still frightening, like the roar of a wild beast.The howling of a trapped beast.

Belmode sighed, and couldn't bear to smile, somewhat pity and helpless, it was a complex expression.

"CoolGuy, you know I don't want to hurt you, the organization is gone, I'm happy to be free, although I almost died, Ideseverdit (I deserve it). So, I did all this just to complete this I used to love The only request of the man who saved my life at the last moment is to destroy you!" She suppressed her smile, pursed her lips, and smiled again.

"But ah, Iamaselffishwaman. (I am a selfish woman) want to destroy only - Sherry."

"So—before I came here, I sent a greeting card..."

With her arms folded, she walked into the light, smiled seductively at Shinichi Kudo, and turned around, like a night dancer dancing under the only chasing light. Once she stood, she saw the ultimate scenery.

She was facing gin, with complicated but interesting emotions flowing in her eyes.

The man on the opposite side, with silver hair and shawl, without the black hat and black hair that disturbed the sight, without the cruel expression and ruthless eyes, the man in the black coat was unexpectedly young and handsome .

Sluggishness is also a kind of beauty?

"Gin, I'll do what you said, but it's not my responsibility for the result..."

Behind him, Kudo Shinichi's heavy breathing became heavier and he fell asleep.

The man on the opposite side was unconscious, at most he knew what she was talking about, but he could only remain indifferent.

She sighed again, and said to herself rather rascally, "Who should I be next? It's so boring, this world..."

The author has something to say:

Oh heh heh, guess what Belmode's greeting card says?Guess right, I will strip Kudo Shinichi and send you to bed......