Chapter 152 The Final Battle

[Glenn and Che... Mommy's two good sons, you must persevere! ! ]

[Conan! Conan! Show off your aura as the protagonist!]

[The little detective has finally grown up... Although the price of this growth is a bit heavy, seeing him take on the responsibility instead of being straightforward, I feel inexplicably relieved and sad]

[Toru, hold on! His wounds are probably seriously infected. Now we just have to race against time and get him back to the hospital!]

[Where are the police academy team? They can’t still be watching! Is Che’s live broadcast so good? Do they want to send some rockets to cheer it up?! (slams the table) (angry)]

[Fuck, I might as well just swipe the rockets and go save people! ! Conan is moving! ]

395.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhufu Jingguang was almost carried back to the camp by someone.

He was frozen stiff, with icicles on his eyelashes and hair, sucking away his already limited body temperature. His grey-blue eyes were staring with a stubborn and tense light, and even though he was pushed down on the bed, he still wanted to turn over and sit up.

The medical staff wrapped him in a blanket and hot water, and it took two people to hold him down again: "Officer Zhu Fu, please pay attention to your own body! Rescue does not mean you have to risk your life."

"Sorry." He said with trembling teeth, swallowing the hot water in his hand in big gulps, "I think I should move around a bit, just to warm up a bit."

"You're showing symptoms of hypothermia!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang paused, but decided to get out of bed directly, wrapped in a quilt and started jumping on the spot.

"I have no choice." He murmured in a low voice, "I must find him quickly, the sooner the better."

Everything else doesn't matter.

Only ten minutes later, he put on his clothes and protective gear again, carried his bag and left the base again.

The medical staff waiting at the base shook their heads and said, "Why fight so hard? If someone is really trapped in this mountain, there is no way they can survive in such heavy snow."

"It is said that the person trapped is Officer Chiyodani Toru, the star of justice!" said another nurse, "The several officers who were close to him have all gone crazy and don't care about their lives!"

The first nurse who spoke immediately remembered the police academy student she had met in the hospital seven years ago. The thin young man was full of vigor and confidence in his own abilities was evident in his every move.

She swallowed her grief and said, "It was him, him... God will definitely bless him. Officer Chiyogaya is such a good man, there is no way he would die here."

Another nurse sighed, her eyes also filled with worry: "Yeah, he's such a good person, how could he be trapped here... Is he involved in another case? In any case, I hope they are all fine."

She handed over her cell phone, which showed a website: "Here, online amulets, Cai Cai, do you want to ask for one?"

"Okay." Kamikawa Nana took the phone involuntarily and typed her blessings carefully and attentively.

——I hope Officer Chiyodani Toru is safe and lives a happy life.

396.

The wind outside had died down a lot, but the snow was still falling, covering the ground with a thick white blanket. Many residents came out to greet this sudden snowstorm, and various shops began to attract customers under the banner of Christmas.

An apartment located in a high security area.

The room, which originally had a rather cold atmosphere, has become more cozy in the past month. Several strings of origami of different colors are hung on the wall. The wind blowing in from the side blows up the origami, and the small bells underneath make crisp clinking sounds.

The woman dressed in black had a beret on her head, her white hair was cut straight and hung neatly beside her ears. She wore light brown sunglasses and held a pure black cane in her hand, looking like she was going out.

She was wearing makeup, and her cheeks were lightly flushed, which made her look particularly charming.

On the road, they stopped a car. The driver was happy to give the beauty a ride, so he called out in a bold tone, "Where are you going, young lady?"

Shinsou said, "Go to Xiashan Cemetery."

The driver suddenly stopped smiling and said "OK" awkwardly.

The atmosphere that had been barely relaxed in response to the outside world fell to the bottom again.

Xiashan Cemetery is in Ekoda Town. It took nearly an hour to get there by bus. When we got off the bus, it was snowing heavily, sticking to people's bodies and turning black into white.

Shinsou's short white hair swayed slightly in the wind, and his clothes rustled, as if they would be covered in snow in a moment.

The blush on her face was still there, faint and like a flower in winter.

Even though she couldn't see it, she was so familiar with this place that she could find where she wanted to go without anyone leading the way.

It was just heavy snow, and many objects and roads were buried underground. Even if one was familiar with the place, it was difficult to step on the right spot. Shinsou's walking stick fell into the cold snow, leaving deep marks one after another.

"Ms. Chiyotani!" The flower shop next to the cemetery has a wide variety of flowers, and the prices are also very gorgeous. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the familiar voice of the boss, "Is it still the same as before?"

Shinsou nodded. "Same old style...with two more alstroemeria."

The boss was a little surprised: "This kind of flower is not suitable for memorial service."

"It's okay, just match them up as you see fit, two will be enough."

"It's inconvenient to go up alone in such heavy snow. It's better to find a companion in the future."

"It's not a problem. The road here is easy to walk on."

The boss was very quick and soon came out with two pre-matched bouquets. Two pink and white alstroemeria flowers were inserted at the very edge, spinning like little windmills.

The woman took the two bouquets in her arms, made a note of the amount, and turned to walk towards the cemetery.

Not many people were willing to go out on a snowy day. The boss stood at the door and looked up, only to see a woman's black clothes mixed with snow floating backwards, as if the whole person would be blown away.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Alstroemeria... Narcissus lily, I remember it usually means joy and looking forward to reunion? This is a good meaning, but it's not auspicious to bring it to a cemetery... What on earth is Miss Chiyogaya thinking?"

Although it is very beautiful, the two pink and white alstroemeria flowers close together look like two little stars.

397.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the snow had become much lighter, but it was still floating. Without the power of the wind, the weather became much softer and it was very beautiful to look at.

But none of the search and rescue personnel were in the mood to appreciate it.

Furutani Rei originally tried to find a location similar to the one in the photo by flying a helicopter in the sky, but visibility was extremely low after the snowstorm, and there was also a risk of the plane losing control. He tried several times unwillingly and almost suffered from oxygen deprivation. In the end, he had to land on the ground and began a long exploration.

After all, Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara could not just be spectators at Dr. Agasa's house. They quickly handed the task over to Ai Haibara and Yuya Kazami, and then went to the scene to join the rescue.

Even Date Ko, who was far away in Hokkaido, rushed over after hearing the news and helped find someone.

The target has been determined to be near the cliff, but the closer to the cliff, the more cracks and traps buried in the snow there are, and the farther away from human habitation. People are in danger of falling or freezing at any time.

The wind and snow covered the human scent, making it difficult for police dogs to perform their duties.

Several people searched inch by inch, staging a modern land version of searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Hey! Jinpei Matsuda, are you okay?"

Furukaya Rei found a sturdy vine nearby, threw it down, and with great effort pulled out the curly-haired man who was stuck in the snow pit.

Matsuda Jinpei lay on his back in the snow, gasping for breath. The headache caused by the intense exercise and lack of rest for a long time made his ears a little tinnitus, and he could not hear clearly what Furukaya Rei said.

He was exploring with a thermal sensor and accidentally fell into a ditch. If he had not been discovered by chance and rescued by the walkie-talkie, he might have been buried in the snow.

After a while, he murmured in a blank: "Are you close to finding someone?"

Furutani Rei didn't say anything. He threw a piece of snow on Matsuda Jinpei's face and rubbed it away to help him clear his mind.

"Get up!"

Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth and turned over, only to find that his whole body was numb from the cold, and his limbs were aching from time to time, as if they would be separated from his body and go their separate ways in the next second.

If this is the case for people who have only been out for a few days, then Chiyodani Toru's condition must be even worse.

There is no time to stop!

Even if they have to dig this mountain up... they must find him!

He was pulled up by Furugaya Rei's hand and continued to explore along the edge of the cliff.

398.

Shinsou was already on the steps. She walked upwards, each step very steadily. Two bunches of pure white flowers swayed in the wind, as if saying hello. The two alstroemeria flowers were small, but particularly eye-catching, nestled next to the other flowers.

Occasionally, one or two people passed by her, and she would stop and step aside to let those who were also in grief pass by and say sympathy to each other.

In the cemetery, all worldly information disappeared, leaving only the purest mourning and longing, which were leaning against the rows of gray tombstones and were eventually wrapped up by the snow and carried into the soil.

Shensuo walked to a high place, then turned left, took steps as regular as a ruler, and walked into the most remote place again.

She gathered the flowers in the crook of her arm and finally walked to two tombstones that were close together.

The tombstones covered with a thick layer of snow look pure and lovely. On them are photos of their owners, who are handsome, elegant, beautiful and charming. Their names are tilted to the left and right, as if they are deliberately close to each other.

"Chiyodani Tenhiko" "Chiyodani Yui"

The third-rate gigolo detective, who usually never took care of his appearance, was serious and reliable for once, and the gentle woman standing next to him accidentally revealed a sharp and flamboyant smile.

This is called complementarity.

Chiyotani Saori put down the two bouquets of flowers in her hand one by one, brushed off the snow on the tombstones with her hands, and then picked out two alstroemeria flowers that seemed particularly redundant and placed them on the open space next to the two tombstones.

Then she sat directly between the two tombstones, stretched out her hands and touched the equally cold stones on both sides, as if she was grabbing her parents' hands.

399.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The feeling of snow pouring into his throat was so uncomfortable that Kenji Hagiwara grabbed his collar and breathed heavily. His body sent out signals that it was about to reach its limit, but his mind felt that the goal was ahead and he was unwilling to retreat again.

From time to time, he would take out his cell phone with enhanced signal source to check, fearing that he would miss any information.

In fact, it is too difficult to receive information. After all, the signal in the mountains is intermittent, and it is not easy to deal with heavy snow.

But suddenly, the signal from the mountains and forests became stronger, directly exposing the source of the signal.

Hagiwara Kenji suddenly froze in his tracks. His goggles, half covered in snow, reflected the coordinates that suddenly came from his phone. It was a message from Haibara Ai that was very concise: "This place, go quickly!"

The little girl at Dr. Agasa's house couldn't help but shed tears as she looked at the green light flashing in Conan Edogawa's hand. She murmured, "Idiots...you guys must be okay."

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had gone crazy. Hagiwara Ken ran forward with his mobile phone in his hand, dancing and gesticulating. He fell in the snow after only two steps. He quickly got up and continued to rush forward limping.

There is enough hot water and blankets in the big bag on my back. As long as I find the location, I can provide some help and then wait for helicopter rescue.

"ah--!"

He couldn't help but let out a howl, like a farmer who hadn't seen rain for three years finally tasting the first sweet taste of rain, rough and sandy, shaking the snow on the nearby trees to the ground.

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On the other side, Gin, who had been watching the police and FBI search quietly, was smoking a cigarette, just as he saw the panel that had disappeared for a long time reappearing traces of the signal.

The search and rescue workers were running around in a panic, and some of them were heading in that direction.

On the day when Granmani was handing over the task to his boss, he happened to bump into Shuichi Akai and was injured, and his signal disappeared. During this period of time, the police suddenly became like a monkey with a burned butt, and they investigated extremely actively.

This made Gin doubt the authenticity of the Granmani camp, but he still couldn't understand how those policemen who could be so cruel to him could continue to be true to their feelings.

Is this just a trick to deceive him?

Things have come to this point, so naturally Gin has to be extremely cautious. He can't just go looking for Granmani aimlessly, but he can't just leave it alone either.

Fortunately, this earring can monitor vital signs. As long as Granmani is not dead, then everything will be fine.

So Gin waited, waiting for the group of policemen to gather like ants around sweets, or for the source of the signal to be exposed again.

And now, the wait has finally come.

Gin smiled coldly and started his helicopter directly. The device specially modified by the organization could withstand the current wind and snow, giving him a chance to get there first.

There is enough ammunition in the helicopter. If Granmani shows signs of rebellion, he doesn't mind letting the unsuspecting policemen have a taste of the heat in the winter.

400.

"That organization that doesn't even have a name is about to be destroyed." Chiyoya Saori's voice was a little hoarse, but her expression was still calm, as if she was stating an established fact. "I think you should be very happy, right, Dad?"

"We used direct and violent attacks, and beat them without any chance to fight back. Those undercover agents from the organization were wiped out in one fell swoop - they had no time to react."

"These guys have been comfortable for too long and their standards are too low."

"As for the boss and Gin, don't worry. Their demise is inevitable."

Gibson had been in the organization for so many years, and he never imagined that the organization would be violently demolished one day. If he knew, the old kid would probably pick up a bottle of wine and blow it on his mother underground.

In this vast scenery where the world seemed to be completely vast, Chiyodani Saori seemed to have merged into the background. She seemed to be telling a story, and she never stopped talking, from the present to the past, and from the past to the present, but she never talked about the future.

"Mom, I think you were the one who lured Sachiko Shintani to get the box. You know the idiom 'a cunning rabbit has three burrows' better than dad."

"The homework I took from art class seemed to be placed in a similar box, with a picture of our family inside, saying that we would be together forever."

The tears that she couldn't hold back soon dissolved the snowflakes that fell on her face, making her entire cheeks even wetter.

The sunglasses had long been taken off and put aside, and the clear eyebrows and eyes showed the emotions vividly.

"I'm actually still a little...tired."

The tears that fell to the ground quickly made small dents in the snow. She reached out to wipe them, and for a moment she couldn't stop. The pressure that had accumulated over the past month finally collapsed at this moment, like a reservoir bursting its dam, raging wildly.

"But just a little bit." She held out her hand and pointed with her little finger. "Just this little bit."

The photos on the two tombstones are silent, only the hearty smiles remain.

Tired of crying, Chiyoya Hayori leaned quietly on her mother's tombstone and closed her eyes. She wanted to take a rest.

The two alstroemeria flowers were soon buried by the snow, leaving no trace, as if they had always belonged there.

401.

Four fifty.

Chiyodani Toru finally woke up. He couldn't stop coughing, and his back was bent due to coughing. His right hand pressed hard on his heart, as if he could offset the pain from outside with the pain from outside.

The blood that could not be concealed dripped onto his black windbreaker, appearing a color darker than black.

The tear that slipped out disappeared somewhere during the violent movement, as if the last bit of weakness was taken away. As long as he opened his eyes, he was still the calm and serious himself.

After all, Conan Edogawa's acting skills did not reach a perfect score, and the remaining 0.2 flaws finally couldn't help but be exposed at this moment. He patted Chiyodani Toru's back somewhat at a loss, but tears fell involuntarily.

"Brother Che..." he begged in a hoarse voice, "Please hold on a little longer, okay? The rescuers are coming soon. I have already sent out a distress signal."

"Ah... Conan." Chiyodani Toru shook off the blood on his hands, pulled his hands away from his back, and leaned against the cliff. He laughed hoarsely, "It seems that I still can't hide it from you, little detective."

"It's also because my pretending skills are too poor." He said to himself, "From the beginning, some people said that my acting skills were not good and could not compare to Zaozhi."

Conan Edogawa looked at the person who showed him a tolerant and gentle look, and his tears flowed even harder. After all, he was just an underage child, and facing such a desperate situation and the fear of the people around him dying, crying was nothing more than the most basic defense mechanism.

If he had the energy to cry, he would have used all his strength to cry bitterly, but at this moment, he could only grab the corner of his clothes with sobs: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

"Brother Che, I really, really miss you. I don't want to be like this at all, not at all."

Chiyodani Toru raised his hand and gently rubbed his head, again and again.

He said, "It's okay, Conan, you did a great job."

Conan Edogawa had been hungry for days, and his cries were suppressed. He lay in Chiyodani Toru's arms, smelling the strong smell of blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have acted rashly without investigating clearly, no matter who it was."

"Have you said this to me many times before?" The black-haired man actually had time to laugh. His laugh was low and hoarse, and he coughed a few times.

Conan Edogawa emphasized seriously: "This time it's real, I really remember it."

In the past, he never took these clichés seriously, thinking that as long as he didn't make any mistakes, he could hide the truth. Even after being hit by Gin, he felt that as long as he was more careful, he would not be ambushed.

But the fact is, if there is just one accident, the cost will be something he cannot afford.

"But it looks like you didn't get a good rest at night." Chiyodani Toru's voice was very calm, but it was getting weaker and weaker. His black eyes were a little blurry, as if covered by a layer of snow. "I underestimated your ability."

Conan Edogawa shook his head. He put his hand on Chiyodani Toru's hot forehead, his blue eyes full of anxiety: "Brother Toru, wake up again, I think I hear the sound of a helicopter coming!"

Chiyotani Toru pushed his hand away and shook his head slowly: "Since you didn't rest at night, you should have heard what I said, right?"

Edogawa Conan froze suddenly.

He knew what Chiyodani Toru meant, but that damn locator wasn't a bomb. They could just move to a safer place and heal their wounds first...

Seeing that Chiyodani Toru looked tired and about to fall asleep, Edogawa Conan just gave up and shouted, "Toru-kun, Granmani! Who of you come out? You are not allowed to sleep even if you are on duty!"

"Don't sleep, don't sleep! Sister Saori is still waiting for you to come back!" He whispered in Chiyogaya Toru's ear, "I'm telling you that Officer Morobushi might like Sister Saori. Brother Toru, you have to go back and beat him up. You can't let him get away with it so easily!"

Chiyodani Toru's expression rarely showed genuine confusion, but soon after, he lowered his eyes, still touching Edogawa Conan's head again and again, and never mentioned anything about Chiyodani Sayori.

It's like giving up on treatment.

Conan Edogawa's face was full of tears, and he almost pleaded: "If it really doesn't work, you can ask Granmani to come out and beat me up..."

The black-haired young man gently dropped a bomb into this already scarred world and said, "Conan, it's me."

“It was me all along.”

Conan Edogawa stood there in a daze, his tired brain trying to understand these words, but it was too contradictory.

Chiyotani Toru's forehead was soaked with cold sweat. His breathing became a little faster. After a brief fluctuation, his emotions returned to calm. He spoke in a low voice with a bit of neurotic confusion: "Gran, he's missing. I want to find him."

"I answered all the questions he wanted to ask me."

"But he still doesn't come out to see me."

His voice became lower and lower, and he sounded more and more helpless. As if he had grabbed the last straw, he held on to Conan Edogawa's shoulders.

"Conan, he doesn't want to see me."

Conan Edogawa suddenly froze in his tracks, as if he had been pierced by a cold, hard ice cone. Even his blood solidified into immovable ice chips that made a teeth-grinding sound of collision.

He looked at Chiyodani Toru, and the confused expression of the child who seemed like he couldn't find his home, but he couldn't say a word.

...Brother Che is sick.

He was clearly aware of this.

Chiyodani Toru is no longer as strong as he was at the beginning.

It's like a soft scallop hidden in a clam shell, being lifted high into the sky by seabirds again and again and then dropped down. The shell becomes more and more broken, and the softness inside has no place to hide anymore, and there is no second shell anymore.

"Tetsu-nii." The fear in Conan Edogawa's eyes was so obvious, but he still couldn't help but say, "It will be fine, he will be there, just asleep, he will come back when we find a doctor."

"Hold on a little longer, Brother Gran will be there."

"...That's great, you call him brother too."

The sound of the helicopter propeller outside suddenly drowned out the conversation between the two people, and in this vast snow scene, the traces of modern technology were roughly squeezed out.

The smile on Chiyodani Toru's face froze. He lowered his head and coughed a few times, then picked up his metal glasses and put them on the little detective who had lost his glasses.

The door of the helicopter opened quickly, and a silver-haired man in automatic driving mode sat on top and threw a rope ladder towards them.

The last bit of color completely disappeared from Conan Edogawa's face.

The black-haired man stood up and blocked him directly behind him. He walked forward and looked at Gin across the empty space.

The white snow fell on the ends of his hair and on his red blood, completely melting the rich, deep color of his body.

"Looks pretty ruthless, Granmani." Gin said with a "tsk". "Are those cops looking for you? You can be the bait and catch them all in one fell swoop."

Chiyodani Toru pretended to be impatient and said, "What does it have to do with me to find this unlucky kid who got stuck in a ditch while picking mushrooms?"

Conan Edogawa was covered in dust and dirt at the moment, his clothes were already tattered, and he had just cried, so his eyes were swollen and he looked like a sloppy child.

Gin said "Oh?" and his green eyes swept over Edogawa Conan: "You want to take him with you?"

"It's meaningless." Chiyodani Toru coughed twice and reached for the rope ladder. His face was cold and rigid, "Go to that gentleman as soon as possible."

Someone's roar was heard in the sound of the wind. The helicopter that was sent back to search for the suspect had not yet arrived, and the first to arrive were the police officers who were searching on foot.

Gin frowned as he looked at the chaotic scene. He saw Granmani grab the rope ladder tightly, then he pressed the button and climbed up.

Conan Edogawa was terrified and shouted subconsciously: "No!"

"Bang!"

The gun that the black-haired man had kept in his gun bag for a long time was finally used. The bullet fell at Conan Edogawa's feet, blocking all his pleas.

Chiyodani Toru turned his head, his black eyes without the metal glasses were exceptionally calm, as if countless emotions were spread out in them, forming an unexplorable sea.

He smiled at Edogawa Conan at last, but as his position rose, the smile that had not yet faded was seen by the people who were rushing towards him and some who fell on the snow and couldn't even get up.

The light and gentle smile disappeared, replaced by a slightly apologetic and unfamiliar expression.

He reached up and grasped the hand that Gin extended, then climbed directly onto the plane.

Leaving behind a crowd of people with bloodshot eyes.

"No--!"

The voice was so hoarse that I couldn't tell who made it. It was like the mournful cry of a dying person, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, the wind and snow got stronger.

402.

The sun was about to set, and the sound of the wind was like sobbing, waking up the sleeping girl. Chiyogaya Saori stood up, holding on to the tombstone, and her whole body had turned pure white.

There was snow on her white hair, her eyelashes were also white, and even her black clothes were dyed white out of nostalgia, looking particularly clean and refreshing.

She adjusted the beret on her head, stroked her walking stick, turned out the two alstroemeria flowers buried in the snow, and placed them carefully next to the tombstone.

Then she gave a slightly childish smile to the sky.

"The scenery here is great. We can sleep here together in the future. You will like it too, right?"