Chapter 6 Emotional Values: It Needs Me More

"Everyone, let's head to the vicinity of Tokyo Tower first!" Conan, with a sudden inspiration, looked at the other three.

"Oh!" the boy with steamed egg dumplings raised a hand in agreement.

"Where is Brother Qianzhu?" Ayumi asked, gripping the backpack straps with both hands and turning to look at Qianzhu.

Qianzhu straightened up, waved her hand gently, and said with a smile, "I won't go with you. Good luck to you guys, and remember to be careful at all times."

"good!"

Watching the four short-legged children run away and the three men following behind them, Qianzhu shook her head slightly.

I don't understand at all.

These three Italian robbers must have some serious brains to have lost the coded note and still decided to follow a bunch of kids on a treasure hunt.

He turned and walked into the art museum, and the special machine in his pocket vibrated.

Without even looking, it's obvious that some model worker from the organization acted extremely quickly to get the gold coins.

Although coming here to find inspiration was just an excuse for a "chance encounter," Qianzhu still took out her pen and started writing and drawing in her notebook.

When Qianzhu saw an exhibit with a sparkly filter, she paused in her writing.

It was a stemmed glass with a stem made of glittering gold. Two-thirds of the glass was covered in gold, and the joint between the stem and the body, as well as the area about two fingers' width from the rim, was inlaid with blood-red gemstones of varying sizes that looked somewhat like eyeballs.

Qianzhu lowered her eyes and looked at the information board of the exhibits.

"The legendary goblet used by noble vampires when drinking fresh blood—the Crimson Eyes of Resentment."

Qianzhu's fair face showed no emotion. She simply had 01 take a picture and then walked to the next exhibit, which also had a sparkly filter.

I'm going to be blinded by the light.

Qianzhu gently rubbed her temples, walked out of the art museum, found a coffee shop, sat down, ordered a coffee, and began organizing the contents of her notebook.

Just before ordering her third cup of coffee, Chizuru checked Conan's live stream. Feeling it was about time, she took the last sip of coffee, put away her notebook, paid, and left the coffee shop, heading towards the location of the Detective Boys.

Arriving at the building marked with neon lights that read "Oni Sakura," Qianzhu glanced at the live stream panel again and clicked her tongue softly.

This is a great opportunity to boost my mood.

He slowed his pace and walked into the building with an air of leisure.

As they approached their floor, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on Qianzhu's handsome face.

"Conan? Are you guys here?"

A soft call and faint footsteps suddenly rang out, and Conan, who was tied up by the three robbers, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

It's Qianzhu!

He suddenly turned his head to look at the trio of robbers.

As expected, the three people who were looking out the window with the note in their hands were now drawn to Qianzhu's voice.

The only Japanese person gestured to the other two, then loaded his gun.

Conan didn't care about anything else and shouted towards the stairs, "Chizu-nii, get out of here!! Don't come any closer!!"

Qianzhu paused, glancing at the panel filled with +1, +1, +2, +5, and +10 emotion points, but his heart remained unmoved.

I'm clinging to Conan; he needs me more than I do, so I can't leave.

"Conan? What happened?"

Qianzhu hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go up.

As the robber with the gun walked towards the stairwell, and with Chizuru's footsteps getting closer, Conan forced himself to calm down and think of a solution.

"Conan... what... what should we do? Will Chizuru-nii be alright?" Ayumi whispered, her voice trembling.

But before Conan could utter a sound, a gunshot rang out.

Ayumi couldn't help but cry out, tears welling up in her eyes, and then she moved even closer to Conan.

The young steamed egg group, which started out so proud and arrogant, is now trembling with fear.

The moment he heard the gunshot, Conan's eyes lost their luster, and he stared intently at the stairwell.