Chapter 126 Chapter 126 Encounter.

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Judging by the amount of explosives wrapped around the middle-aged man, if it exploded, it could blow the entire Metropolitan Police Department skyward. If it did, they might even rival yesterday's terrorist attack for headlines.

"Master Nest Mother, are you looking at me?"

The middle-aged man held up the remains of the black branch, knelt on the ground, and prayed devoutly and fervently, "If you are looking at me, please consider that I have done this for you. Take me away, look at me, suck my flesh and blood, grow out of my body, and let us become one."

The police officers present all had indescribable expressions on their faces.

"Is he crazy?" a young policeman said dejectedly, holding his head. "Is the Nest Mother a celebrity or some fictional character? What does she have to do with us?! Why would she bomb us?"

"You're not in the right frame of mind, young man? You just got in?" The older police officer patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of experience. "These days, if you haven't been bombed a few times, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a police officer."

Young policeman: “…”

As they stared at each other in silence, Hagiwara Kenji naturally pushed the door open and waved to the police couple with a smile, "Hi~ Sorry to bother you."

The two policemen immediately saluted, "Inspector Hagiwara!"

"Please don't mind me." Hagiwara Kenji raised his peach blossom eyes and spoke gently. The pistol in his right hand shone with a cold metallic luster and hung at his side. "I'll be fine soon."

Kenji Hagiwara glanced around the office, then pushed open the window, half-leaned on the window head, slowly stretched his hand out of the fifth-floor window, put his index finger on the trigger, and aimed the gun at the target on the first floor.

The conversation between the negotiation expert and the middle-aged man downstairs was not smooth. The latter was very emotional, and his words were full of a strong cult flavor. He also had an inexplicable hostility towards them, making it impossible to communicate.

It was a seven-year-old child who finally broke the deadlock.

Conan stood not far away with a pair of watery, ignorant eyes and whispered, "Uncle..."

"I'm just here to take a statement. I don't want to die..."

The middle-aged man turned to look at him, his eyes moving, and then a look of compassion appeared in his eyes. "Little friend... ignorant child, you don't know the secrets of the world, but you are very lucky. Those who died here today will surely merge with their mother and become part of the tree."

Conan tilted his head and moved sideways along the wall. "Who is the mother?"

"Lord Nest Mother is the savior. Without him, the world would be polluted and turned into a deserted hell. But those profit-seeking people are not only ungrateful, but also want to take him for themselves." The middle-aged man said to him enthusiastically, "Humans will only hurt him. Only we, the Nest Mother Cult, are his most loyal lackeys. Only when we are grateful can we protect the Nest Mother!"

The bewildered negotiation expert next to him muttered to himself that these days' cults are becoming more and more unscrupulous, and it's too much to praise one and criticize the other.

Conan unknowingly walked to the blind spot of the middle-aged man's vision. In order to see him, the middle-aged man had to change his posture. At this moment, Conan, who was already very close to the middle-aged man, put away his childish expression and said something in a low and cold voice.

"You know what?" he said. "The Nest Mother is right here."

The middle-aged man looked at him blankly, not knowing whether he was shocked by the cold tone of his childish voice or frightened by his words.

"What did you say..."

He was halfway through his words when Hagiwara Ken, who was right above him, fired a clean shot. The anesthetic bullet bypassed the middle-aged man's held-up controller with incredible precision and hit the tendon in his left shoulder. The feeling of weakness and weakness spread from his left hand to his whole body in a few tenths of a second. He couldn't hold the remote control at all and it fell to the ground, rolling several meters away.

The middle-aged man fell limply to the ground.

He tried to open his eyes wide and looked at Conan's position in the shadows. "Nest Mother...what are you doing..."

The delicate child wearing glasses quickly kicked away the controller that fell to the ground and looked at him silently, with shadows covering his eyebrows.

"I was just kidding." The child smiled at him with his eyes curved.

The middle-aged man's expression was distorted. His eyes were cold for a long time. He suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it towards Conan with some strength. "Damn it! How dare you lie to me with this——"

But the next second, his movements became strangely crooked, as if his muscles had cramped.

The dagger was thrown sideways, almost grazing Conan's cheek and nailing into the wall behind him.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and looked at his trembling hands with blank eyes. Then he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

Conan stared intently at the figure lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on the muscles that were barely noticeable rising and falling under his clothes.

“…”

He exhaled slowly, ignoring the dagger stuck in his side and the surrounding policemen. He simply raised his head silently, his light blue eyes gazing blankly at the rooftop, "Sure enough, it's there."

"The gray-haired nest mother..."

This uncle finally got what he wanted.

The policemen nearby scolded him harshly for being too bold, and some were even wondering where that amazing shot came from.

And Kenji Hagiwara, who was leaning against the window, had already disappeared.

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All the police forces were attracted by the commotion at the door, so that there were almost no people at other entrances.

On the second underground floor, the elevator door opened and a figure wearing a baseball cap and a black mask walked into the floor. He stopped in front of a combination lock and pressed the combination without hesitation.

"drop--"

The door opened.

A gust of stuffy air that had not been ventilated for a long time hit his nose, and he walked in without stopping.

Behind him, a white doll followed him in through the crack in the door, turned around, stood on tiptoe, used the tip of its toes to press against the door, and pushed the door shut little by little.

The figure took off his baseball cap, placed it on the table, and turned on the indoor computer.

The fluorescent light from the computer screen reflected on his gloomy and beautiful face. It was Mo Shiyu.

The white doll climbed onto him, rested its head on his shoulder, and also lowered its head to look at the screen.

The mouse quickly browsed through several irrelevant files and finally stopped at a folder with "Naichuan-Pharmaceutical Factory" written on it.

Mo Shiyu clicked on the file, his eyes moving quickly as he looked at the contents of the file.

"This pharmaceutical factory is a new experimental base jointly established by the Black Organization and the Jesso Family and is a target for long-term surveillance."

"...On December 24th, unidentified black creatures were observed, suspected to be new controlled pollutants."

"According to the latest public security intelligence, the contaminants are human-transformed. They are irrational and extremely powerful. They are a combination of radium ore and contaminants, a drug-catalyzed product. The production volume is low, so they pose no threat."

"On February 8, a suspected space-time distortion phenomenon occurred above the pharmaceutical factory. It remains to be observed."

"The latest public security intelligence indicates that the space-time distortion phenomenon is real. There may be multiple time-space intersections within the pharmaceutical factory. This is extremely dangerous. We recommend military intervention."

"During the first investigation, we entered the factory during the day under the pretext of food and drug supervision and found nothing unusual."

"The second investigation involved three soldiers with special abilities sent by the military to conduct a nighttime investigation. Contact was lost after two hours, and all three have been confirmed dead."

"Follow-up investigation is pending."

...Time and space were distorted. Mo Shiyu murmured a few words softly.

It's the Marley Ring.

He had a premonition that Nagawa Pharmaceutical Factory would be the last obstacle in his quest to purify the world of pollution.

Even the Japanese government was so wary of the pharmaceutical factory that it wasted precious manpower and didn't even gather much intelligence.

It's too quiet.

Mo Shiyu's gaze slowly turned backwards, and then suddenly stopped moving.

A gun was silently pressed against the back of his head, and a soft, low voice said without any ups and downs, "Put your hands up."

Mo Shiyu's expression moved slightly. He looked at the void in front of him for a while, then slowly raised his hands.

The white doll lying on his shoulder was motionless, like a lifeless doll.

"Get down on the table in front of you."

The person behind me continued to say this.

Mo Shiyu paused for a few seconds, then slowly bent down and crawled on the cold, hard table in front of him. He turned his face to the side, with half of his cheek covered in blurry light and shadow. In the old archive room, it looked like a scene from an old Hong Kong police and gangster movie.

He seemed to open his mouth to say something, but the next second, his hands were captured and held behind his back with cold handcuffs.

“…”

The person behind him tried to use some force, as if hiding deep emotions, but in the end he still didn't use too much force. The handcuffs didn't hurt his skin, revealing his unique gentleness.

Mo Shiyu did not resist. He turned his head and his smoky gray pupils above the black mask quietly looked at the person behind him. He seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't control it, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Your hair has grown longer." He leaned his face against the table and said in a low voice, "I almost couldn't recognize you."

Kenji Hagiwara lowered his eyes and neither said yes nor no.

"When did you discover me?" Mo Shiyu asked.

"When you sneaked in," Hagiwara Kenji said, "you were the one who led the believers here. Wasn't that right?"

"Yes." Mo Shiyu admitted readily, tilting his head to look at him with a curled lip, "So?"

"The bullets in the gun haven't been replaced with live bullets yet." Hagiwara Kenji looked at Mo Shiyu and said, "So if you resist, I'll let you sleep for a while first."

"Now, stand up."

Both of their voices have changed slightly compared to two years ago, becoming deeper and more composed.

Those intense and unresolved emotions have long since settled into quiet rough stones.

Mo Shiyu straightened up, and Hagiwara Kenji picked up the baseball cap on the table and put it back on his head. The police officer adjusted the black wig under the brim of the cap for him.

"Hourfish," he said, "what are you looking for?"

Mo Shiyu raised his eyes and looked at him through his baseball cap without saying a word.

He didn't answer, and Hagiwara Kenji didn't care. He turned his head to glance at the screen and paused for a while on the several pages above.

"Is it because of Karasuma Ren?"

Mo Shiyu's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at the police officer in front of him with surprise and suspicion.

"Don't look at me like that." Hagiwara Kenji looked at him, "I've been standing here waiting for you for the past two years."

He put away his gun and said, "Let's go."

"Are you going to put me in jail?" Mo Shiyu was dragged out by him, his hands handcuffed behind his back, his head tilted slightly, "I will die."

Hagiwara Kenji said, "If you don't want to go with me, you can use your special ability to kill me."

"That wouldn't be hard for you to do, would it? After all, you did such a big thing by yourself last night."

The voice of the police officer with semi-long hair sounded very soft and low, and in the closed room it sounded like the whisper of a lover, but the meaning behind it was like a knife hidden in it.

Mo Shiyu was choked by him and fell silent.

Kenji Hagiwara led him out and went straight to the underground parking lot. While going downstairs, he took off his gray suit jacket and draped it over Mo Shiyu, covering his hands that were handcuffed behind his back.