The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

With a loud rumbling sound, everyone's bodies fell uncontrollably downwards.

Qin Zhibo wanted to use [Flying Claw] to hook the ceiling above, but the falling distance was too short. Before he could take it out, he had already fallen to the first floor.

His head hit a hard object uncontrollably, his brain swayed, and he fainted.

…

dark.

The endless darkness seemed like some kind of voice was whispering.

This is not a scale that humans can produce. Even if humans listen to it for a moment, their eardrums may be penetrated and they may go crazy at any time.

But in Qin Zhibo's ears, this unknown scale was like a holy sound that led him to heaven. He could not refuse it, and there was no need to refuse it.

Gradually, light appeared in the darkness ahead.

It was a dazzling yellow light that was close to white light, emitting a halo like the sun.

In the halo, an orange figure floated in it.

When Qin Zhibo walked up to that figure, he finally saw it clearly.

A man wearing a yellow tattered robe spread his arms and held Qin Zhibo in his arms.

With his long and narrow figure and hanging yellow silk strands, he is almost twice as tall as Qin Zhibo.

Qin Zhibo was also floating in the air, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the only darkness under the hood in front of him.

From the near-eternal depths, a long, dark shape loomed out.

Qin Zhibo subconsciously leaned his head over, and the tip of a dark yellow tentacle poked out from the darkness of the hood, with ugly abalone-shaped suckers all over it.

Looking at the slowly approaching tentacles, Qin Zhibo's head shrank back desperately.

But the body has been controlled by invisible forces and there is no way to retreat.

The tentacles followed Qin Zhibo's forehead and climbed to the top of his head, like a fancy curling tongue holding a delicate cherry, playing with it back and forth.

Not only that, the sucker of this tentacle was still squirming on top of Qin Zhibo's head, as if it was sucking something.

The cold touch and the slight squirming between the skin made him scream.

"abnormal!"

…

I don't know how long it took, Qin Zhibo slowly opened his eyes.

The first time he opened his eyes, he felt extremely uncomfortable, scratchy and scratchy on his face.

Raising his hand to brush away the sand floating on his face, he felt a wet feeling on his hand.

He put his hand in front of his eyes and repeatedly identified it for a few seconds before confirming that it was blood and that it belonged to him.

The blood had begun to coagulate, indicating that at least 20 minutes had passed.

He slowly got up from the mess on the ground. His head was still a little dazed, but it was still enough to distinguish the surrounding environment.

This is the floor of the first floor of the villa. The big hole above his head shows that he has been lying here since the fall.

There is no yellow figure, and no perverted tentacles.

Qin Zhibo held on to the wall and looked around in the mess, but found no one else.

In his memory, everyone fell together. Logically speaking, no one should be left behind, they are all here.

Am I the last one to wake up?

But where have everyone else gone?

And who was the figure who appeared at that time?

Qin Zhibo had doubts in his heart, but the wet feeling on his face made him unable to concentrate.

The swaying body and slight dizziness also reminded him that he needed to find a place to check the injury first.

He moved his body slowly, but did not notice that a lot of red liquid had solidified between the cracks in the bricks where he had just been lying.

Under the guidance of the [Navigator] map, Qin Zhibo found a restroom a few meters behind.

Flicking with the light switch, still no call.

Qin Zhibo had no choice but to take out the [Nuclear Energy Lighter], place it as high as possible, and use the diffuse reflection of the white ceiling to illuminate as much area as possible.

Walking to the mirror of the sink, a face soaked in dust and blood appeared in the mirror.

This face looks a bit like someone who has traveled from a post-apocalyptic wasteland world.

Qin Zhibo first patted the floating soil off his head, then turned on the faucet and washed his face clean. Only then did he look a little more like a human being.

If there is bleeding, there must be a wound.

Qin Zhibo carefully touched his scalp. It wasn't until a stinging pain reached his brain that he realized that the wound was on the scalp on the top of his head and some on his forehead.

However, although the wound can be vaguely touched here, the wound has stopped bleeding at this time, and there is only a little bloodshot.

call……

What a lucky fate.

Qin Zhibo sighed. He had fallen unprepared just now, and with his head injury, he might have died even if his luck was even slightly worse.

As for everyone else, their situation should be better than mine, otherwise they wouldn't all disappear.

Qin Zhibo cleaned the blood on his hands again and tightened the faucet.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he inevitably caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the dim firelight.

In a flash of vision, a tentacle stretched out from the darkness behind him and brushed over his head.

Qin Zhibo's body trembled and he shuddered unconsciously.

Fortunately, this did not happen in reality. Looking back, there was nothing but empty air behind him, without any tentacles.

But Qin Zhibo didn't dare to stay long, so he quickly took the nuclear lighter and left the bathroom.

Back in the corridor, Qin Zhibo planned to find others.

But I couldn't call people in the corridor in a big way. After all, it was now certain that something was wrong with this villa.

According to the description of the yellow-haired man, he and the blonde girl agreed to meet during meditation, but when the agreed time came, the blonde girl did not come.

He went upstairs to look for her and found the blonde girl lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

So, the yellow-haired man took the opportunity to strangle the blonde girl who couldn't resist.

But Qin Zhibo knew that the suffocation feeling can wake up people in deep sleep, because the suffocation feeling is only one aspect, and the pain of suffocation in the throat is more critical.

In other words, the blonde girl didn't simply fall asleep at that time.

In addition, the blond girl is a love brain, so if the blond man asks her to meet late at night, there is no reason to refuse the appointment.

The final result of the reasoning was that the blonde girl was not simply asleep, but was caused by others to fall into a state where she was completely unable to control her body.

And in this way, the murderer mentioned by Koizumi Anko's psychic soul of the blonde girl is very doubtful.

If the blond girl was strangled to death in an unconscious state, she would have no way of knowing that her murderer was actually the blond man, and there would be no reason to lie to protect him.

So that means that the blonde girl’s soul is telling the truth...

When her consciousness last stopped, she saw a woman who called herself "Kira" in front of her.

And this Kira is most likely the unknown mysterious person in the villa.

Who is this person?

Qin Zhibo fell into thinking.

Just then, the sound of running came from the ground above their heads.

Someone!

Qin Zhibo looked up and vaguely heard that there was more than one person running.

Climbing up the stairs obviously takes more time, so Qin Zhibo chose to go back to the hole in the floor between the first and second floors, as it would be faster to go up from here.

Qin Zhibo quickly turned around and ran back, came under the sunken floor hole, took out the [Flying Claw], and threw it upward with a little force.

The investigator's hand bones firmly grasped the edge of the floor. Qin Zhibo followed the rope and stepped on the edge wall to climb up.

Even though this method of going up to the second floor was not slow, by the time he stepped on the ground on the second floor, those running people had disappeared.

Qin Zhibo followed the direction of the sound he just heard and saw a fat figure facing the other two at the end of the corridor.

They are a fat otaku who loves to play with figurines, a guy with glasses and a girl with short hair.

The fat otaku held a crowbar in his hand, with a fierce look on his face, grinning at the two people in the corner.

"Calm down! Mr. Kerfeng!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

The man with glasses protected the trembling short-haired girl behind him.

Although the man with glasses usually looks gentle and gentle, at critical moments, he also has a certain masculinity.

However, although masculinity exists, it is useless as it cannot directly increase the force value.

Facing the fat man approaching with a stick, the man with glasses lowered his waist and rushed forward.

He seemed to have seen some TV programs about close martial arts. He tried to cut in from the middle, put his arms around Fatty's waist, and had a brief struggle with him to give the short-haired girl behind him a place to escape.

But after all, he is not Master Ye, and no one can cut in the middle if he wants.

Before he could rush to Fat Mansion, the crowbar swung down and hit him directly on the shoulder.

The iron crowbar was swung on the shoulder made of flesh, and the pain could be imagined.

"ah--!"

Under the severe pain, the direction of the bespectacled man's collision was also deflected, and he hit the wall next to him, fell, and fainted.

There is no doubt that he will fight against the five scum.

After solving one of them, Fat Man continued to approach the short-haired girl.

His target seems to be girls with short hair.

"It's you!"

"It was you who killed Xiao Huang!"

"I want you to pay for Xiao Huang with your life!"

The short-haired girl looked at the fat otaku approaching her, her legs were so frightened that they became weak.

The tall figure once again reminded her of being bullied as a student. As a result, she could not even say a word to defend herself, and could only curl up in the corner.

Fat Man slowly raised the crowbar in his hand, and the short-haired girl also closed her eyes.

At this time, Qin Zhibo was still some distance away from the two of them and seemed unable to catch up.

Qin Zhibo was just about to take out his flash gun and use the method he often used before to make up for the time difference, when he suddenly saw something falling on the ground next to him.

This is Fat House’s favorite witch figure. It looks like Yahara Huang, and is a customized version of Fat House.

Qin Zhibo suddenly had an idea and picked up the figure on the ground.

"Keerfeng! Your wife is in my hands!"

Qin Zhibo shouted twice, attracting the attention of Fat Mansion in the distance.

The fat otaku slowly turned around and saw the man behind him holding his most precious witch figurine in both hands. He stuck out his tongue and licked the figurine's body.

"The witch tastes really good~"

"Zi Liu..." His tongue licked again.

"It's really good~ It's really good~"

Seeing this scene, the fat otaku's eyes widened.

This kind of scene, for an otaku like him who loves figurines as much as his life, is tantamount to his husband's current crime.

Even more serious!

Feizhai's eyeballs were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he roared at Qin Zhibo with a ferocious face.

"Put down my Xiaohuang!"

"You damn-!"

Feizhai shouted and rushed towards Qin Zhibo, still holding the crowbar in his hand.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Qin Zhibo threw the figure aside and took out the [Holy Sword of Physics - Crowbar] from the item list.

Crowbar versus crowbar is a fair fight.

Qin Zhibo held the stick in both hands. Although it was a crowbar, he regarded it as a real holy sword, a standard sword-holding posture.

But Feizhai just held it casually, and there was no plan for attacking.

He rushed to Qin Zhibo and swung wildly at Qin Zhibo's body.

But Qin Zhibo held the crowbar in front of him and easily blocked the stick. Then, he used his own crowbar as a traction to turn the crowbar in Feizhai's hand while retreating.

When the distance was stretched to the limit, the wedge-shaped elbow of the crowbar in Qin Zhibo's hand just hooked the head of Feizhai's crowbar.

At this time, with a little force, Feizhai's crowbar was pulled away from his hand.

The fight lasted less than three seconds, and the weapon crowbar was removed. Fatty was dumbfounded, and his eyes became clearer.

Fighting with Qin Zhibo, does he have the strength?

No, he did not.

Facing the crowbar Qin Zhibo raised high and was about to swing it down, Fei Zhai subconsciously raised his hands to block it.

But the man in front of him once again did not follow the routine.

I saw Qin Zhibo pretending to hit him with a crowbar, but in fact, his thigh muscles had secretly exerted their strength, and while his attention was focused upwards, he suddenly moved his legs.

There was an afterimage, and very quickly, there was a muffled sound.

This is the sound made by the collision of legs and crotch.

Although both are made of meat, and the effects of force are mutual, there is a huge difference in their resistance to blows.

"Ouch——!"

The fat man screamed in pain from the severe pain under his body.

With twenty years of skill in this kick, who in the world would dare to block it?

After Feizhai let out a scream, his brain fell into a coma under the self-protection mechanism to block this unbearable pain signal.

Looking at Fei Zhai who fell to the ground, Qin Zhibo didn't intend to hit him again. After all, he couldn't get up again.

Legally speaking, a legitimate defender should cease all his actions when the offender gives up the infringement.

Last-hitting, pursuit, etc. are not allowed.

But if the defender just takes action and the offender's health bar reaches the bottom, there is nothing that can be done.

Who told you to be such a bad guy and still want to be a villain?

You are not a villain, you are an old lady.

Qin Zhibo has always abided by relevant laws. I will only kick you once and not touch you more. Isn't this too much?

Leaving Fei Zhai alone on the ground to breathe and recover his blood, Qin Zhibo took a sip on the ground next to him.

Although the taste of a witch is unclear, Qin Zhibo understood the taste of a witch figurine.

Salty, oily, not good.

Qin Zhibo tried not to think about where this smell came from. If he thought about it too much, he would throw up.

He ran over to the bespectacled man and checked him out a little.

The biggest injury was that his shoulder was broken by a crowbar, and he fainted from the pain.

He turned to look at the short-haired girl aside, still cowering in the corner in fear, not daring to come over.

"Come here!"

Qin Zhibo shouted, and then he forced the short-haired girl to crawl over slowly.

"Can you deal with fractures?" Qin Zhibo asked roughly.

The short-haired girl looked at Qin Zhibo with fear and shock in her eyes, and nodded slowly.

"Okay, then you stay here and take good care of him."

"You know where the others went?"

The short-haired girl was still trembling, and she didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.

After a few seconds, she spoke slowly.

"Are you alive?"

"Still dead..."

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