Chapter 93 (Previously Chapter 92): The Hunter's Training: You said I am...

Me: May the world treat me kindly.

World: Received, already dead.

The girl, who had been gritting her teeth and not making a sound, stood there and suppressed her breathing, gasping for breath. Her hands, which had been resting flat on the fallen leaves, were now digging deep into the damp soil, trembling as she slowly loosened her grip.

Zhuge Tongzhi, whose promises had been broken, is now dead (laughs).

The muscles that remembered the pain were still releasing their tension, but there was no time for her to recover properly. She stood up, now in her girl form, and shook the climbing rope that was half-wrapped in her palm.

Poaching bastards, your strongman is here!

The black-haired girl, barefoot and with a bent back, nimbly attacked Ishikawa Taro's position.

...

With all his might, Zhuge Tongzhi tightened his grip on the climbing rope, precisely timing his release with a countdown. He then punched the man, who was swaying from lack of oxygen, unconscious, and strangled him before he could cry out in pain.

Caught off guard, Ishikawa Taro collapsed to the ground without a word. Just before he hit the ground, someone pulled him up and gently laid him down among the withered branches and fallen leaves.

'Yay!'

A cheerful female voice rang in my ears like a dream, its syllables sometimes near and sometimes far, making me dizzy.

Unable to find the lone Ishikawa Taro for the time being, and with the two who were busy fighting amongst themselves, framing and killing each other temporarily not going to attack Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko and his group, she was more importantly able to get her hands on a gun.

The black-haired girl expressionlessly ransacked her first defeated opponent from head to toe, quickly putting on a leather jacket and cargo pants, and wrapping her feet in several layers of cloth to avoid hindering her movements.

"Finishing blow! 'On the Importance of Finishing Blows' has always been a professional course that I, your older sister, have repeatedly tested!" The voice suddenly became serious again, pointing out the situation.

She tore her clothes into strips and wrapped them around her eyes, then pulled down the deerstalker hat that covered her face. She then kicked the unconscious man on the ground, ensuring he was completely and regrettably eliminated.

Picking up the shotgun, Zhuge Tongzhi loaded the bullets with fluid movements. Looking at the shotgun, which he had only met a few times, yet he used it with the same familiarity as an electric mosquito swatter, his expression was complex and indescribable.

Oh my god, you even included this experience pack of illegal and disorderly conduct as a bonus.

Is it because this is a dangerous other world that they specially enabled my gun proficiency?

"No, that's not true! To master all kinds of guns, you've had blisters on your hands worn out and healed countless times!" The woman's voice continued to chatter in her ear, then suddenly became very close, almost touching her eardrum.

The black-haired girl casually ignored the voice in her ear, looked down at Ishikawa Taro's phone and fiddled with it for a moment, quickly pulling up the details of tonight's transaction meeting, all of which were sent to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Division by Noah's Ark.

She casually dialed Ishikawa Jiro's number and put it on speakerphone. She tossed the phone on the ground, crouched down behind a big tree, and waited for the new silly rabbit to run into the tree stump.

"Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump" is a derogatory idiom, but the ability to wait for a rabbit to run into a tree stump with a clear objective is an essential quality of a hunter. The woman's voice suddenly became hoarse, low and soft as if she had a cold, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Zhuge Tongzhi leaned against the rough tree trunk, listening to the cautious footsteps behind him. Suddenly, he threw down his hunting rifle and stretched out his arm with his five fingers spread in front of his eyes.

Very clean and healthy skin, with only small calluses on the fingers from holding a pen to do homework and defusing bombs.

"Liar." The black-haired girl withdrew her hand, swept Ishikawa Jiro, who had appeared beside the tree, down with a kick, and then, as the scarred man raised his gun to aim at her, she dodged around the tree and smashed the bald man's neck with the butt of her gun from behind.

Two heavy thuds echoed as the plane landed.

The scarred man who fell forward knocked Ishikawa Jiro unconscious, and now the small area was filled with three big men lying on the ground.

"Yes, this is the Manchu Han Imperial Feast." The voice in my ear suddenly came alive again, commenting with great relish.

Just as Zhuge Tongzhi was about to deliver the final blow, he blinked, raised his shotgun with an exceptionally standard posture, aimed at the bald, scarred man's head on the ground, and pulled the trigger.

"Biu!" She slightly opened her mouth to add a sound effect, and the bullet that left the barrel flew into the shoulder of the man who suddenly rolled on the ground. A shrill scream rang out in the forest, startling a large flock of birds that were flying for miles around.

The black-haired girl knocked the man unconscious with a sharp blow from the butt of her rifle, then disassembled the climbing rope back into its original three-part form, binding the group together securely. After a moment's thought, she gave each of them another sharp blow from the butt of her rifle.

May you have baby-like sleep even in your nightmares, you're welcome.

After quickly dispatching the three small fry, she watched the birds circling in the sky, making a loud noise with their screams, and a satisfied smile curled her lips.

If Ayumi has already found Professor Agasa and the others, then this commotion should be enough for them to come looking for her.

It took less time than he expected. Zhuge Tongzhi stretched his shoulders, picked up his hunting rifle, and walked out of the woods to the hut piled with smuggled goods. He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the constantly trembling keyhole.

Having already taken the key from Ishikawa Taro, she thought for a moment, then shoved the keychain that was twirling on her finger back into her pocket and leaned against the wooden door, waiting for the children behind it to pick the lock.

Behind the wooden door, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was busy working up a sweat.

"Are you sure you can do it, Mitsuhiko?" Genta Kojima was also getting anxious, his face turning red. But he was an impatient person by nature, and he had never learned lock picking, a skill that required trial and error, from Conan. "They'll be back soon, won't they?"

"Don't rush Genta!" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya pressed his cheek against the keyhole, racking his brains to decipher the meaning of the knocking sound he heard, and said with difficulty, "I've only seen lock picking once, and Conan won't teach me how."

"Hmph, that Conan guy is probably thinking of taking the credit when solving cases." Genta Kojima was already very skilled at criticizing Conan, and smoothly found a reason to denounce him.

Lock picking is a skill that shouldn't be taught to children. Leaning against the door, Zhuge Tongzhi, using his detective badge, heard the conversation inside clearly and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

However, I can recommend a vocational school in Hawaii to you.

Driving, boating, bomb disposal, shooting, flying small planes, and various languages—all these skills are covered in specialized training facilities in Hawaii. And it's unlikely Hawaii will have a better instructor than Yusaku Kudo.

More than an all-powerful Hawaii, what they really need is an all-powerful father.

But compared to learning these skills and then living a life-or-death struggle, the black-haired girl looked at the persistently vibrating keyhole beside her and took out the bunch of keys from her pocket.

It's probably more desirable for people to grow up safely and live a peaceful and ordinary life.

She glanced at the shape of the keyhole, then looked down at the three keys in her hand and suddenly realized that she had probably made a mistake—these three keys were spare keys for the guesthouse rooms and the car keys; the key to the cabin wasn't here.

Well, too lazy to search him again. Zhuge Tongzhi picked up the hunting rifle he was using as a crutch and reloaded the old-fashioned gun.

Tsk, how do they maintain it? Some parts are so rusty they get stuck easily.

She began to struggle with the unruly hunting rifle in her hand.

Behind the wooden door.

After making every effort, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya finally faced reality and collapsed to the ground, wiping the sweat from his brow. "No, this is all a gamble. If we're discovered and we have to escape, we're doomed."

"Ugh, that damn Conan!" Genta Kojima clenched his fists. "I'm going to beat him up when we get back!"

…

At that moment, Shinichi Kudo, who was on a date in Tokyo, suddenly sneezed without warning.

Shinichi Kudo: ?

Invited out to play by her long-lost childhood friend, Ran Mouri returned with two strings of cotton candy, her steps light and cheerful. Seeing Shinichi Kudo rubbing his nose and looking around, she couldn't help but look around as well: "Washing Machine, are you looking for someone?"

"Ah, no, nothing." Shinichi Kudo took the cotton candy from Ran Mouri, suppressing the feeling that someone was talking about him, and made up a random excuse: "I just felt that the four people who walked by earlier were a bit strange."

However, he certainly didn't want anyone to disturb his date today. The cheerful, young man scratched his head, flashing a bright smile to reassure his childhood friend, "But it should be nothing..."

"Aaaaaah, someone's dead—!" A terrified scream came from the crowd not far away.

Shinichi Kudo: ...

Come on! Detectives need personal time too!

…

Back inside the cabin.

The boy with the heart-shaped haircut looked at his powerless hands and shook his head: "It's not Conan's fault. It's just that I'm not capable enough, and I don't know or know enough."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said helplessly, frankly admitting the vast difference in ability between himself and Conan, "If he were here, or if Ai Haibara were here, we would definitely be able to escape."

He suddenly remembered what Professor Agasa had said in the car on the way here, and couldn't help but sigh, "The professor is right. We can't solve the mystery on our own without Conan and Ai Haibara."

"Hey! Don't be discouraged, Mitsuhiko!" Genta Kojima punched Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya on the shoulder, making the skinny boy grunt. He then encouraged his companion, "A detective never gives up! Keep it up!"

Ishikawa Suiro, who had been peeking out to keep watch, looked at the tranquil forest, turned to his two buddies, and waved. "I think we could try a different approach..."

Outside the wooden door.

Zhuge Tongzhi finally tamed the gun. She planned to use a bullet to blow up the lock and remove it, so she wouldn't need to go back for the key.

Although the bullet's power is greatly reduced after it blows open the lock, she still has to make sure there's no one behind the door.

The black-haired girl turned her gun towards the door lock and raised her foot to kick the wooden door so that the children behind it would quickly get out of the way.

The moment the foot slammed into the wooden door, the crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, along with the muffled thuds of three objects hitting the ground and cries of pain.

Zhuge Tongzhi paused in his kicking motion, looked down, and met the eyes of the three children who had broken through the window and were now tumbling together.

With a turn, the dark muzzle of the gun swung, aimed directly at the children on the ground. A girl with bandages wrapped around half her face beneath her deerstalker hat, revealing only her black eyes, coldly watched them.

Genta Kojima: ...Farewell, my favorite eel rice.

Suerou Ishikawa: ...Wait, he didn't see anyone coming!

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya:......

So, there was actually someone outside the door the whole time...?

Under the threat of the gun, the three children sat frozen in place like wooden figures, none daring to move, avoiding the cold gaze of the strange girl who seemed to regard them as nothing.

Actually, Zhuge Tongzhi was stunned and stood there for a moment, not expecting things to turn out this way: ?

God closed the door for you, and you couldn't open it, so you simply broke the window and went out, right?

Is this the right thing to do? Or the wrong thing? Then let me ask you...

No, no, Zhuge Tongzhi shook his head haphazardly, glanced at Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko and Kojima Genta, who were unusually well-behaved and motionless in front of him, and then turned his gun to fire a shot at the door lock.

The powerful gunshot made the three boys tremble, and one by one they turned pale with fright.

The black-haired girl holding a hunting rifle kicked open the door of the cabin, but instead of going in to check and give them time to escape as Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya had hoped, she peeked out briefly and looked at herself.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." The boy with the heart-shaped haircut swallowed hard, watching the first girl who had chosen him squat down in front of him, and nervously closed his eyes.

"If you can't pick locks, will you protect the scene?"

A slightly cold and husky female voice entered his ears, and Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's tightly closed eyes trembled. After his stunned brain took a beat to understand the meaning of the words, he tentatively opened his eyes.

"Don't put your weight on it, be careful of broken glass." A girl with bandages covering her face reached out her hand to him. Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya hesitated for a moment and raised his hand slightly, but she easily pulled him up.

Also mentioned were Genta Kojima and Sueiro Ishikawa. The three children, who thought they were about to be killed, stood there dumbfounded, watching the black-haired girl return to the forest and drag out three familiar-looking men.

Like throwing away trash, Zhuge Tongzhi ignored the trail of blood that snaked its way to the ground and instructed Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko and Kojima Genta: "Protect the scene where you are and keep an eye on the people involved. Can you do that?"

"Mmm!" The heart-shaped boy, who was the first to react, nodded vigorously.

After explaining the things to be careful about, and recognizing that her current identity made it inappropriate to have too much contact with the Junior Detective League, the black-haired girl didn't say anything more. She simply took the hunting rifle, now stained with her fingerprints, and disappeared deeper into the mountains.

Next, just like the usual formula in police dramas, the police from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Division and the Chiba police, who were conducting a joint investigation, made their grand entrance as the last to arrive, along with Ayumi Yoshida and her group who had rushed up the mountain in a hurry.

They were greeted by three unconscious perpetrators lying on the ground, and three boys squatting in front of the wooden house.

Confused by the mysterious older sister the boys were talking about, the pragmatic police officers decided to deal with the smuggling scene first, while Yoshida Ayumi and the others began searching the mountains and forests for the missing Zhuge Tongzhi.

The girl, whom the group had searched the entire mountainside without finding a trace of, was now sitting in a naturally formed cave, staring blankly at the constantly changing timer on her phone.

In the void before us, a blue and white navigation frame flickers with its edges incomplete:

"Waypoint: Wilderness Survival (Completed)"

Next waypoint: ??? (Incomplete)

"Waypoint: Wilderness Survival (Incomplete)"

Amidst the repeatedly flashing navigation boxes and increasingly dense question marks, the auditory hallucinations piled up in her ears. The black-haired girl propped her face up and listened to the voice that was sometimes childish and sometimes mature, her unfocused eyes unblinking.

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed came from outside the cave. She turned her head and, through the layers of navigation frames, saw a pair of blue-gray eyes filled with concern and vigilance.

It was as vast and deep as the sea, and there was no male mother as the voice described, but the cooking was indeed very delicious.

After watching for a while, she turned back to look at the timer on her phone, which was approaching a certain number. She felt her heart, which was beating for no apparent reason, become flustered.

Morofushi Kagemitsu, who rushed over following the location, stood at the cave entrance and subconsciously stopped in his tracks after being looked at by the girl just now.

Who is this? The man, who had left in a hurry without a disguise, was only wearing a baseball cap. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he sized up the girl sitting on the hunting rifle. El, or Kirito?

But actually, it doesn't matter which one it is. But this attitude now... gave him a bad feeling.

As Morofushi Kagemitsu was pondering this, he suddenly heard the girl sitting in the cave speak:

"So, tell me, who am I?"

Zhu Fujingguang: ...

A situation even more troublesome than El or Zhuge Tongzhi has arisen!

Before he could even gather his thoughts and probe, the seemingly calm girl suddenly tilted her head back and fell to the ground, curling up tightly to protect her heart.

'Tong! '

"Kiri-chan! El!"

Between scalding breaths, the two voices seemed to overlap for a moment. The black-haired girl gasped for breath a few times in extreme pain, and finally knocked herself unconscious.

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Author's note: Hehehe

I rested for a day (shyly)

Mwah!