The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Not far from the sofa where Belmod was sitting, there was a "hill" piled with all kinds of debris, which was also a pile of debris.

On one level of the debris pile, a jigsaw was inserted diagonally into a metal basin, revealing a dusty plastic handle and a small section of saw blade that glowed red.

When Belmode saw this old-fashioned jigsaw, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the path to salvation lay within it.

As long as he can get this saw and cut off the chains on his feet, he will have a chance to escape.

She supported her upper body with one hand, and stretched her other hand to the limit to grab the jigsaw, but her stomach was empty and she suddenly lost strength.

He had been starved for who knows how long, and was injured and weak. Now, Belmod would feel a deep sense of powerlessness even when lying down, let alone making any movements.

Even if she got the jigsaw, she wouldn't have the strength to cut the chain.

Therefore, the top priority is actually to replenish some strength, even if it is just enough to escape and make a warning call.

"Zhizhi——"

A rat's cry alerted Belmode.

She turned her head and looked at her knees. The greedy four-legged beast was still sucking the blood and meat from the wound. It seemed that it had the tacit permission of its owner to eat and drink so unscrupulously.

Belmode bowed his body, burst out all his strength in an instant, and grabbed the little mouse that was eating and drinking with his right hand.

The caught rat was startled and struggled desperately between Belmode's fingers, its head and tail shaking uneasily from side to side.

But it's too late by this time. Human beings' thoughts are so changeable. One second they were entertaining it, and the next second they caught it and had no good intentions towards it.

Belmod didn't hesitate at all, opened his mouth and bit the mouse's head with a clean and crisp movement.

There was a "crack" sound between the teeth, and the mouse walked not peacefully, but very happily.

Belmode used the sharpness and bite force of his teeth to tear open the fur on the mouse's neck and completely bite off the mouse's head.

"Pooh."

Belmode spat out the smelly "grey ball" in his mouth, put the cross section of the mouse's neck between his lips, and started sucking it.

Warm blood slowly flowed down the throat, like an oral liquid.

Although this "oral liquid" is extremely smelly, it contains the energy that Belmode needs most at the moment and cannot be refused.

Soon, the little mouse's body shrank, and its bulging belly was even thinner than before the meal.

Belmod threw the mouse's body to the ground, wiped the blood from his lips, and started working.

She crawled as hard as she could on the sofa and tried to get closer to the pile of debris.

There was a clang, and the stretched chain reminded her that she had reached her limit and could not get any closer.

At this time, the jigsaw was already close at hand. Belmode propped up his body again, and the slender middle finger of his right hand could barely hook the saw blade.

Ignoring the possibility of cutting his fingers with the saw blade, Belmode pulled the jigsaw out of the metal basin and dropped it to the ground.

Got it!

After picking up the jigsaw, Belmode was ecstatic, the key to escape was firmly in his hand!

Belmode grabbed the jigsaw, sat up with his upper body, and started sawing towards the weakest part of the chain on his feet.

The sound of metal rubbing against metal echoed in the basement, repeating itself mechanically.

This sound is not pleasant, even unpleasant, but at this moment it carries all the hope of escape, and it is a pleasant sound of nature.

But after sawing for a while, Belmode discovered the problem.

The old saw blade was not as sharp as the front edge. After sawing for a long time, the metal foam that fell out was just red rust.

As for the fine steel chain, there is only a small mark on the surface. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a scratch.

If this continues, even if the saw blade breaks, the chain cannot be sawed open.

Belmod held the jigsaw in his hand and slowly moved his eyes to see the bare ankles.

It's impossible to saw through the chain, but if it's a foot...

A bloody and terrifying plan emerged in Belmod's mind, but it could guarantee his escape from this underground bomb shelter.

But if you saw off your own legs and injure yourself, you would definitely not be able to escape too far with your own strength and you would lose too much blood.

But just making a phone call is worth it.

Maori Lan and Kudo Shinichi, who had saved him, came to mind, and Belmode quickly approved of the plan.

She took off her coat and tied one sleeve to her calf just above her ankle. She held the coat sleeve in her mouth and put the remaining coat under her feet.

This not only provides a tourniquet, but also gives the mouth something to bite to prevent biting the tongue.

After making preparations, Belmode looked at the jigsaw in his hand, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he cut decisively towards the ankle.

I didn't feel much when I touched it at first, but as the saw blade twitched back and forth, a heartbreaking pain instantly invaded my brain.

The beautiful face was twisted in pain, her teeth subconsciously bit her sleeves, and veins popped out on her delicate neck.

Blood slowly flowed along the left and right sides of the saw blade, and more and more blood flowed.

At first, Belmode could still struggle to look at his ankle, but the severe pain stimulated his brain and he could not concentrate at all. He could only subconsciously exert force on the gap that had been sawed.

Before and after, before and after...

First comes the skin, then the meat, then the bones.

Belmod's brain was so painful that he almost fainted several times, but he stopped at the edge several times and used the saw again.

Halfway through the sawing process, most of the nerves had been severed, and the most painful process was over.

Next, Belmode was no longer aware of pain, and his brain was stiff as he pushed the jigsaw in his hand like a zombie.

It wasn't until his left foot and calf were completely separated, and the blood flowing from the cross section soaked into the jacket underneath, that Belmode weakly let go of the saw in his hand.

His pale face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and two drops of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes without restraint.

Belmode didn't feel pity or regret for his current situation, he just shed tears in pain.

Even when she realized that she could only escape by amputating her legs, she did not cry or waver.

She never considered herself a good person.

She is the demonic minion of the fallen angel. Being a demon should lead to this fate, and everything is just what she brought upon herself.

It's just that she, a devil, can actually be blessed by an angel, which is already a great blessing in life.

Now, even if she tries her best, she still wants to keep the people she cares about alive.

This can also be regarded as evil against oneself, completing a trivial redemption.

Belmode did not dare to delay, let alone treat the wounds or remove the limbs, so he climbed off the sofa and crawled towards the door.

She knew that she was going to die. Even if there was a fully fueled vehicle outside, she would bleed to death.

The only hope is to crawl out, find a phone, call Conan and tell them to be careful, the organization's killer will be here soon.

Although they are also killers, the killer they face this time will definitely not show mercy, and they must be made to understand the seriousness of the problem.

Belmode dragged his broken body and climbed to the big iron door. He tried his best to support himself and grabbed the door handle with both hands.

With a strong force toward the inside, the door actually shook.

opened!

With a heavy creaking sound, the large iron door opened, and a dark underground corridor appeared in front of the door.

Belmode continued to crawl towards the only passage ahead, and soon an upward staircase appeared in front of him along with the forward corridor.

Belmod climbed up the stairs without hesitation.

With two arms holding on to the concrete steps, and with his still intact right leg, he had to work together to climb up the first step.

She climbed hard, but very determinedly.

Until I climbed to the top of the stairs, there was already an endless trail of blood flowing behind me.

Belmode felt that the strength in his body was almost exhausted, and the helplessness from blood loss kept attacking his brain, and he might faint at any time.

But she still had firm faith, bit her pale lips, and continued to crawl forward.

After a narrow period of darkness, the cement floor switched to floor tiles, and Belmode found himself crawling into a kitchen.

Seeing all the modern furnishings and appliances in the kitchen, Belmod felt happy.

Judging from these things, this place is not abandoned, and the probability of having a phone is very high!

With her goal in mind, she climbed forward more determinedly, passed through the dining room, and came to a huge living room.

It was probably dusk outside, and the light coming in from the window was very limited, and the lights in the living room were not turned on, making the environment a little dark.

Judging from the layout of the living room, this is not the Dusk Villa in my memory.

But it was no longer important, because Belmod saw the landline phone placed on the mahogany coffee table in the living room.

Her eyes could no longer be opened, but her body still tried hard to crawl towards the phone.

Where the severed limb had slipped, fresh blood had begun to show breaking points.

Belmode lay on the coffee table, hugged the phone in his arms, and pressed a series of numbers with trembling fingers.

beep--

beep--

…

Mori Detective Agency, third floor.

Conan is watching TV on the cushion. Although the TV program is a bit boring, it can also help him change his mind.

I have been thinking about what happened last night almost all day, and my brain is almost going crazy.

At this time, the sound of the door lock being opened aroused Conan's alert.

But the door opened, and Mao Lilan came back with a schoolbag and a bag of fresh vegetables.

"Sorry~ Conan, Sonoko and I just went to the hospital to visit Teacher Judy, so we came back later..."

"I'll make dinner right now, just wait a little longer~"

Mao Lilan comforted Conan in the usual coaxing tone of a child. After experiencing the terrible incident last night, it seemed that the haze of yesterday had been swept away in one day.

However, based on his understanding of Mao Lilan since childhood, Mao Lilan is not the kind of girl who is very nervous and easy to fool.

Many times she doesn't show it, she just doesn't want to cause trouble to others, but she actually suffers it silently.

I hope Judy's explanation can put Xiaolan's mind at ease...

But even if Mao Lilan is relieved, Conan himself knows that the matter is far from over.

Now that the organization's Belmode has known Haiyuan's true identity, even if this operation fails, there will still be opportunities for Haiyuan Ai to take action in the future as long as he is still in Mihua Town or even in Japan.

The next safest way is for Hui Yuan Ai to remain anonymous, leave Mihua Town, and live somewhere else.

At this point, Yukiko expressed her willingness to help during the day. Anyway, she and Yusaku were not afraid of one more person staying in the mansion in Los Angeles, and the privacy and security in Beverly Hills were pretty good.

If that doesn't work, let her and her mother go to the United States...

What Conan didn't know was that the FBI had actually proposed a witness protection plan to Haibara Ai, and he was also going to live in the United States.

However, Huiyuan is still in the consideration stage and has not yet given a reply.

In fact, if there were no special circumstances, Conan would not want to let Haiyuan Ai go. After all, he always felt that Haiyuan still knew some important clues about the organization, and with her, he could gain more information about the organization.

It's just that this time it was too dangerous, and Conan was still a little frightened.

If Judy hadn't fought off Belmode at the last moment, everything would have been over.

Conan, who was recovering from anesthesia, did not see the subsequent development of the situation. These were all conveyed by the man named James.

Only now did Conan know that James Blake, whom he met while visiting the circus, was actually an FBI agent.

Should Haiyuan be sent away?

Just as Conan was watching TV and thinking about other things, the phone on the low table suddenly rang.

Ring ring ring——

Mao Lilan, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted: "Conan, please answer the phone, I can't leave here..."

Conan: "Okay-"

Mouri Kogoro hasn't come back yet. He is at the Metropolitan Police Department studying the child kidnapping case last night. This time, his own boarding boy was involved, and Moori Kogoro became a little serious.

It's just that the FBI gave wrong information and will only get wrong results in the end.

Conan reached out to pick up the phone and gave the standard response casually: "This is the Maori Detective Agency. What can I do for you?"

"I-I am...Belmod..."

B-Belmod!

Conan's expression changed, and his eyes immediately widened with an expression of disbelief and horror.

He never expected that Belmod would call him so quickly!

"What do you want to say?"

Conan guessed that Belmod called at this time to say some threats and intimidation, but he still asked calmly.

He stood ready, but there was no immediate answer.

"call……"

"call……"

There was a heavy breathing sound coming from the phone, which made Conan feel that something was wrong.

"Hello? What's wrong with you?" Conan asked again.

"Cool guy... I give up... chasing Shirley..."

Conan's face was shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears, so he quickly asked: "What are you talking about?"

However, Belmod on the other side of the phone had no extra energy to repeat what he said. He didn't even have the brainpower to think about what Conan said, so he could only continue speaking according to the words arranged in his mind.

"But...be careful...the organization's killer...Michael...the blond foreigner..."

"He went to find..."

"Looking for you..."

After finishing speaking, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the microphone, as if the microphone fell to the ground and there was no sound anymore.

"Hello?"

"Hello!"

Conan, who had not yet recovered, shouted into the microphone, but there was only endless silence on the other side.

…

At the same time, the microphone that was still shouting "Hey, hey" was hanging on the ground. Belmode, who was lying on the floor, had his lips slightly opened, but he no longer had the strength to say more words, and his eyelids gradually closed.

Behind her, a dark figure was approaching quickly.

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