Chapter 849: Like a tiny speck of dust
As he spoke, he seemed to be burned by Conan's intense gaze, which seemed to hold flames within it. He paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue lightly, "Oh dear, it was just a little joke, why are you so angry?"
Conan smirked coldly. "I'm a normal human being; I can't stand jokes like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person standing to the right of the man burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, the little detective said you're not a normal person, M, hahahahaha."
The man turned his head and seemed to glance at him. He immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head slightly, and looked extremely serious and proper.
Conan glanced at him, his attention falling on the "M" he had mentioned.
M?
His gaze subtly swept over the man standing to the left of the gentleman.
All three eyes were on him.
The chilling feeling rising above him made Conan's hair stand on end.
The member known as M took two steps toward him, handed him a blank card, and said with a faint smile in his strange and indistinct voice, "Since you won, the game reward is yours."
Whether he accepted it or not, M casually stuffed it into his hand, then stepped back to his side, saying in a flat tone, "It's up to you whether you use it or not, but write down any wishes you have on it. As long as it doesn't harm the interests of the church, church members will help you fulfill them. Anything is fine, as long as you want it."
Perhaps because it was a reward, another member calmly added, "Of course, there's no price to pay for writing your wish on this wish card, but if you're too greedy..."
That would be a different price.
Conan gripped the hard card in his hand, frowning as he looked at them.
M raised her hand and waved at him, "Bye-bye~ Little detective."
Before Conan could react, the three figures flashed and disappeared in the next second.
Conan remained silent, glanced at the card in his hand, took a breath, put it away, and then climbed down from the half-deflated soccer ball.
He looked around and then looked up at the sky.
As the liquid was completely blocked, the fire truck fleet arrived at the scene. The water tanks in the trucks did not contain ordinary water, but a neutralizing agent that could render the liquid bomb ineffective.
However, it would take about an hour to neutralize all of these liquid bombs.
After watching the play, Behringer finally decided to join Amuro Tooru and the others.
"Hello~" Behefinger floated up behind them, put his arms around their shoulders, and smiled.
"So, where have you been hanging out this time?"
"What do you mean? I was just looking down there to see if anyone needed my help!" Behringer said matter-of-factly.
Yes, yes, yes.
The two were helpless.
"By the way, Amuro, are you alright? Are you okay? Should you go to the hospital and rest for a bit?"
Bechfenger released them and began to look Amuro Tooru up and down with a very serious expression.
Amuro Tooru said he was fine, and then received a look from Morofushi Kagemitsu, who continued, "I'll go to the hospital, but you don't need to lie there."
"After all, the bomb has hampered my operations for several days, and now I don't have time to rest leisurely."
"Alright then." Hearing his explanation, Behffiner nodded, seemingly still a little regretful.
Toru Amuro: "..."
"You're all here."
Just then, a child's voice rang out behind them in the silence.
The three of them turned around and saw a familiar little figure.
Bechfenger's eyes lit up, and he smiled and praised him, "Conan! As expected of you, you even came up with this idea!"
Conan smiled and said, "No, actually, someone gave me the inspiration."
He recounted an incident that happened to him many years ago.
When he said that the person looked a lot like Mr. Hagiwara, Morofushi Kagemitsu's eyes flickered slightly.
No wonder he always felt Conan looked familiar; it turned out he had seen him several years ago.
only......
Why does he still look like a child?
Zhu Fujingguang lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.
Conan had no idea that his recollections would put his disguise in jeopardy once again.
However, Morofushi Kagemitsu did not delve deeper into the matter, as he was still able to discern a person's good and bad qualities.
Since it's his secret, there's no need for him to pry.
Amuro Tooru and his two companions did not stay there for long. After saying goodbye to Conan, they left Shibuya inconspicuously, leaving the rest to the police and Kazami Yuya.
Once things had settled down in Shibuya, Conan prepared to return to Beika Town with Professor Agasa and the others.
However, it is said that Pramia, who was arrested, seemed extremely dissatisfied, but she has been brought under control, so even if she is dissatisfied, she cannot cause any trouble.
Unless something unexpected happens.
As for the revenge organization led by Elenica, they had done many evil deeds in their pursuit of vengeance, so they naturally had to pay the price. However, because they ultimately helped avert catastrophic destruction, their sentences seemed to be slightly lenient.
......
Just two days after the Pramie incident, a horrific explosion occurred in a small village near Tokyo.
It is vaguely related to Pramie.
Upon hearing this news, Conan's pupils constricted in surprise.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to subtly try to get information from Officer Takagi.
Although Officer Takagi was hospitalized after being shot, he still knew some things.
Conan then learned from him that Pramie was missing.
"......"
It was a long silence.
After hanging up the phone, Conan rubbed his temples, his first thought being that the church had done it.
But upon closer reflection, he realized that the church didn't seem like the type to save discarded pieces.
However, without external interference, Pramiya, who was completely under police control, could not have escaped from prison easily and quietly, especially with police officers watching her at all times.
Conan fell into deep thought on his way home from school.
Although he hadn't figured it out yet, he already had a direction for his suspicions.
Just as he finished thinking, Conan suddenly realized that someone was watching him.
He suddenly looked up and saw the man across the street.
The other person had long, snow-white hair, golden eyes, and a golden teardrop-shaped ornament hanging on their forehead.
Conan can confirm it.
He was looking at him.
His expression was indifferent, and his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, as if he were just a tiny speck of dust.
Conan's heart skipped a beat.
In just a few seconds, the other person left, their figure gradually disappearing into the crowd.
Conan paused for a moment, then raised his hand to feel his heart pounding wildly.
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