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Conan stood in the wine box with his eyes wide open, watching through the gap as the tall man in the black suit directly controlled Pisco, who had almost forced himself and Haibara into a desperate situation just now, and... he was about to die!

"Don't move."

Behind Conan, Haibara Ai somehow found the strength to hold the detective tightly, fearing that the other party would rush forward in excitement.

"We can't save him, we'll just have to save ourselves."

Haibara Ai tried her best to suppress her voice, but she couldn't hide the trembling tone of her voice due to fear.

Even though she already knew that Grapa was now one of her own, even though she already knew that he had saved her... he looked too dangerous at this moment, like a cold and cruel killing machine. She could not associate him with the person she had met before, who would laugh and complain while doing his job obediently.

At that moment, she completely understood why there were those rumors in the organization, because the other party did not look like a normal person at all.

If I go out, I might really be killed.

"Haibara," Conan apologized quickly in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Just don't be impulsive." Huiyuan Ai felt that the other party did not struggle anymore, so she thought that the other party had given up, so she reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand, but she heard the other party continue:

"But I couldn't watch someone get killed in front of me and do nothing."

The detective said this, and under Huibara's sad eyes, he turned back helplessly and said:

"In any case, don't come out."

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He's going to die soon...

Noel looked at Pisco, who was gradually losing the strength to struggle. He stared at him with a ferocious expression, but could not hide his deep fear.

At this moment, Noel could not see his own appearance, nor could he see the pair of eyes with colored contact lenses. They were like cold metal without a trace of humanity. He seemed to be in some abnormal state, with a creepy aura.

Just like in a painting, although the prey is struggling, everything seems to be in deathly silence, which is like two different worlds compared to the noisy atmosphere outside the door. Even the air seems to have stopped flowing, waiting for the moment when the prey dies.

Is he the Grim Reaper?

No, he is just the sickle that harvests souls, emitting the coldest edge.

"stop!"

A voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere. Noel seemed to suddenly wake up, let go of his hand, and looked in the direction of the voice.

It's Conan's communicator.

Yes, Conan is still here. Noel thought of this instantly, and then he quickly dodged the anesthetic needle from behind.

It's a diversion...

Noel thought quickly.

But there is only one chance. If the other party fails, there will be no chance of success. And...

Noel turned around and saw the detective standing there, not even having time to retract the launcher in his hand.

And even if I pretended I didn't see it, I couldn't do that.

How did you get out?

Noel looked confused, and then a surge of anger gradually filled his heart.

Who let you come out so easily!

When he thought of this, he was filled with fear.

If the person standing here now is not yourself, but Gin or other code members, even if they are the protagonists, so what? The effect of the current plot has gradually weakened. If Miyano Akemi can be saved, Tequila can be saved, and those people in daily cases can be saved, then what will happen to you, the protagonist? Will those life-threatening situations also change, and then you will die in some unknown corner as Conan Edogawa!

The anger in his heart began to surge wildly, and Noel's eyes became colder and colder, like lava wrapped in ice, which could erupt at any time.

Because no matter what, Conan shouldn't have come out. Anyone with a little bit of common sense can see how dangerous he is. He also knows that this is just a scene of evil people killing each other. Even if the public security police knew about it, they would only applaud. Are you sick? Come out now. If you want to die, just say so!

Noel couldn't help but gnashing his teeth. He couldn't keep calm at all. Everything that happened tonight should have been within his expectations, but that definitely didn't include a stupid detective who would show up in such a completely impossible situation!

Doesn't Conan have a brain? He does, but he still came out.

Yes, because he is a detective and a good man. It is impossible for him to watch someone die without doing anything, even if that person is Bermode or Pisco!

Yes, that's what Conan is like.

Noel suddenly understood why so many people in the summer world were obsessed with this work. Who wouldn't like a protagonist who would save you no matter what? But Noel didn't like it. He really didn't like it now. When he thought about the other party putting himself in danger just because of a group of evil people, his anger was completely out of control.

"Little boy, this is not a place to play." The cold voice was as cold as ice and a little hoarse. Noel did not conceal his anger at all, and his icy aura made it hard to breathe.

Conan didn't reply, or rather, he was trembling so much that he couldn't speak at all. He could only force out a voice and say, "Big Brother, that..."

Conan didn't finish his words, but Noel immediately understood what he meant. He was talking about Pisco!

You're still thinking about other people at this time?!

Noel pulled a dagger directly from his sleeve, and the cold blade pressed against the detective's cheek, and the breath of death came over him.

I will probably die.

The detective realized this in despair, but found that he could do nothing. He was so frightened that he closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Noel looked at the other person, his small body trembling, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his tightly closed eyes moved slightly...

What? So you are afraid too... Noel sighed in his heart, but his anger subsided a little.

Really......

Out of Conan's sight, Noel operated his phone with one hand behind his back. Soon, a phone call rang, causing Conan to subconsciously open his eyes and look towards the source of the sound.

Noel held the gun in one hand and picked up the phone with the other, and said impatiently:

"What's up?"

"Children? Yes, there are one...two." Noel looked past Conan and towards the place where Haibara Ai was hiding.

As expected, Conan's body stiffened instantly, and the fear on his face could no longer be concealed. He just didn't want to implicate the other party.

"I'm not interested in the lives of the two little devils, but why should I let them go?"

A huge amount of information flooded into Conan's mind, and his brain worked under the pressure to analyze the other party's words.

Who is that person on the other end of the phone? That person knows we are here? And he seems to know Grappa? However, Grappa's words again made him fall into despair. He moved his posture slightly. The props on his feet can still be used. At least, he wants to let Haibara leave.

"Well, they are just two little ghosts anyway."

Grappa seemed to agree to something, looking at Conan with a hint of curiosity, and said to the other side in a nasty voice: "It doesn't matter, after all, you paid the price."

After the call was hung up, under Conan's horrified gaze, the man put away the sharp dagger, squatted down and said to the boy with a smile: "Little boy, congratulations, you and your friend will not die."

After the man finished speaking, he quickly and decisively struck each of the two men with a knife. The two men, who were completely unprepared, fell into a coma. Of course, it was useless to be on guard.

The man stood up and turned to look at Pisco, who was not dead yet. He walked over and picked up the pistol that the other party dropped, and shot him directly in the vitals. The man who died at the hands of Gin in the original book also died the same way as himself.

The phone call just now was just an impromptu performance by Noel. As for who this kind-hearted person is, it doesn’t matter. Since it is not a comic, there is no need to cover every detail. Maybe this kind-hearted person is just someone who was saved by Conan once and happened to know Grappa. Anyway, this guy has saved so many people, right?

Thinking of this, Noel started to get angry again, and then he smiled with a rather evil smile.

The so-called price in that self-directed dialogue was his revenge.

Since you are so nice and know that someone has paid the price for your recklessness, then be a better person next time, okay?

Even though Noel knew the detective would feel guilty, he designed this without any sympathy. After all, compared to feeling guilty, I don't want to find your body in the garbage dump anytime soon, little detective.

Noel knew that his current state was not right, but he was a little tired. He admitted that there must be something wrong with his mind. It was as if at this moment, he had no guilt at all for deceiving the other party in his heart, but only various extreme and crazy protection measures, or restrictive measures.

Then, Noel rubbed his head and recalled that according to the plot, Pisco should be chasing Conan and Shirley at this time, and then there was a fire, and then... Gin would come down from the chimney.

This won't do. Gin will not let these two unconscious children go.

Noel picked up the body with one hand and stuffed it into the fireplace, then walked to the side and took a few bottles of wine and threw them in.

If there's a fire underneath, let's see how Gin can get out of the chimney.

"bump--"

Noel took aim and fired a shot. The alcohol, which had a very high ignition point, instantly burned, making a crackling sound and smelling like barbecue.

Fortunately, those two were knocked out... Noel thought thankfully, then he hooked the two little ones with one hand and climbed over the window and stepped on the uneven bumps to the ground.

Originally, they wanted to leave the two people outside the house, but obviously Conan had contacted the police in time. The two children who were suspected of witnessing Grappa's murder were not silenced. If this news was passed to the organization by an undercover agent from the Metropolitan Police Department, it would be difficult for him to explain.

Noel quickly came to the alley beside the hotel. Just as he was about to throw the gun away, he discovered that the breathing of the detective in his arms had changed slightly.

Already awake? Noel was not surprised. After all, Conan's anesthetic needle could only ensure that Kogoro Mouri would wake up immediately after he finished his reasoning and then show off. Of course, he would not point it out.

On the contrary, Huiyuan Ai was still in a coma. After all, she drank alcohol to recover and still had a fever. She also fell from the cigarette holder...

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, and the caller was Gin.

Was this to send intelligence to the protagonist? Noel understood and answered the phone.

"Grappa, have you completed your mission?"

"It's done." Noel stopped and looked at Conan who was pretending to be unconscious, with a smile on his face.

"I have already left the hotel."

"Have you seen Shirley?"

"Shirley, is she here too?"

"She's at the hotel."

"I don't know. Could it be that you found her and let her escape?"

"None of your business."

"That's right. After all, Shirley is your mission, Gin, and my mission target has finally made some progress today."

"You mean Ikaros?"

"Didn't you notice that the photo was sent by him, the man codenamed Ikaros." In order to prevent Conan from not hearing clearly, Noel even repeated it again.

After scolding Gin a few more times, Noel hung up the phone, put the two kids on the cardboard box, and turned away.

Five minutes later, Conan, who was sure that the other party had left, slowly opened his eyes, his heart beating violently.

Grappa, the mysterious good man, Shirley, Icarus...

The amount of information this time is too huge.