you redeemed me

So, the moment Xinyi opened his eyes, someone immediately told him that he had found something similar to a password and a bunch of tea hair.

It was the messy hair that was torn off hastily and was forcibly coagulated with blood and put into the mailbox. There was a string of numbers on the mailbox, which was messy.

After listening to the report, Kudo's mind was completely blank for a moment. After a long while, he bowed his head and cursed a shit, then raised his face back to the formalized Shinichi.

He suppressed the unknown emotions that emerged from the bottom of his heart, like anger, regret, helplessness, and powerlessness, like a winter lake suddenly cracked, and the big mooring under the hood, cold heart, but suddenly sober.

Looking at the one on the photo...the traces carved with hard objects on the mailbox, scribbled, messy, so hard, so desperately carved, and I firmly believe that the signal that he will see, seems to be written one by one. It burned deeply into his heart, and the dripping blood was still hot and bright red.

He grinned out an extremely ugly smile, which turned ferocious in an instant.The palm photos were crumpled up and smashed against the wall.

He got up and walked into the study room, and took out an English medical book from the neatly arranged bookshelf, the abbreviation was exactly the first few letters of the string of codes.

He suddenly smiled, but the meaning of the smile was so unclear.

This book was the only thing on his bedside when he woke up. Obviously, it wasn't his property, but it appeared just like that.

Haibara, is that just your intention?

The string of numbers corresponded to the corresponding page number and the paragraph ranks translated the words: Save her! xxx go!

That address was a warehouse off the coast of Tokyo.

Xiaolan was imprisoned there!

He seemed to be called back to his soul by the rapid beating of his heart, and something like hope that rushed up overflowed his chest in an instant. He spread his palms and hurriedly covered his eyes, squeezing the uncomfortable soreness back into his eye sockets, The breathing was suddenly heavy, but the throat seemed to have swallowed a piece of iron, and no sound could be made.

He swallowed dryly, but suddenly twitched his palms, the corners of his eyes were red, but not as crystal clear.

The eyes were disbelief, doubt, shock, and finally turned into panic.

Those eyes were dark green and deep black, like a broken piece of jade sunk in an abyss, still breaking apart.

How did she get such clues, who was she facing, and what happened to her!

She didn't say it!

Where was she, who did she meet, let alone asking him to save her.According to Miyano's temperament, she would not simply put herself aside like this and ignore it, if she could get away, it would definitely reassure him.

But she didn't mention herself in a single word. If it was due to the dangerous situation and it was too late to leave her own message, it didn't make sense. The last stroke ended very lightly, and the last stroke that didn't have time to write all the numbers would be due to panic. A stroke that deepens repeatedly, shouldn't be like this, shouldn't be...

That kind of handwriting is more like——

It seemed like she gave up, gave up calling for help!

She wants to give herself an ending.....

A scene suddenly appeared in his mind, she was standing next to the red mailbox, her figure was thin, but her face was decadent, her hair was in a mess, but she didn't care, she just picked the mailbox with one hand and smiled. Sly and content.

The heart that had been beating violently just now was as calm as his eyes at the moment, lifeless like stagnant water, like the bleakness of a fire burning into the wilderness.

The hands that supported the edge of the table were clenched suddenly, and the glass was embedded in the fingertips as if severely punished...

The turbulent and unusually cold flame in the eyes never goes out.

Miyano Shiho, you are going to die again!

Completely different from the gentle sunshine in the past, the tense face is cold and sharp, like a half-broken mirror, implying the danger of hurting people to death!

One day, in the gloomy sky, she calmly and indifferently left the car that could take them to escape.

He looked up indifferently, counting down the countdown that has become synonymous with life, and faced his questioning with a calmness that was almost cruel...

The two similar outlines are vague and familiar, like a prism that has been rubbed in the bottom of my heart for many years and is becoming brighter day by day.

Time overlaps them, but separates their hearts, so Kudo Shinichi is often unfamiliar with Hui Yuanai today.

Because of this strangeness, he had to admit that he couldn't see her as his close comrade-in-arms, but—a woman!

Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly became chaotic, like a person with only a trace of sobriety before going against the water, watching himself sinking in despair.

He closed the pages of the book heavily, threw it on the desk, picked up the phone to dial, but stepped out the door without hesitation.

Haibara Ai, how could I let you die within my field of vision!

The room was dead silent, the book on the desk was blown away affectionately by the wind, and the sound of the pages bouncing was like an unfinished movement, just like their unfinished story!