Chapter 191 Forty-seven Vigilantes

The automatic door of the flower shop sensed someone coming and opened, blowing the cold air mixed with the fragrance of flowers into the customer's face.

In the exquisitely decorated flower shop, in addition to the staggered flower stands and the fragrant, colorful flowers on them, the most attractive thing is probably the transparent dome on the ceiling, which makes the shop look more like a beautiful greenhouse.

At the back of the flower shop, a hanging basket surrounded by flower stands was swaying slowly and gently. The person on it buried himself in a pile of soft pillows. He did not pay attention to the new customer, but swayed comfortably while turning the pages of the book in his hand, admiring the beautiful tourist attractions and landscape photos on the pages.

The customer walked towards him in silence, passing by the gorgeous flowers in the store, without looking away, as if he could only see the man on the basket.

It was not until he stood still in front of the hanging basket that the flower shop manager on the basket covered half of his face with a magazine, revealing his emerald green eyes and looking at the customer with a crooked smile, looking completely harmless.

"You're back, Little Moon." The store manager greeted the customer, the little helper he had picked up not long ago, and jumped off the hanging basket, freeing up the space in the middle of the soft pillow, and said a sneer in a homophonic tone, "Come on, Little Moon, let's bask in the moonlight... Puff, cough cough. You look very tired. Was yesterday's task difficult?"

The customer who originally looked gloomy and unapproachable turned into an 'ordinary' boy with black hair and red eyes and a cold temperament after the store manager stood up.

The boy looked strangely obedient as he was pressed by the shoulders and sat in the still warm hanging basket. He shook his head when he heard this: "The mission has always been easy... for me. I just missed you a little, so I came back to see you, Chaoyue."

It was rare to hear such words from a young boy. The store manager's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked startled, but his smile deepened: "Oh my? Why are you so sweet today? I'm really flattered~"

"That's not how this idiom is used..."

"But that's how I feel." The store manager stuck out his tongue, his smile gradually deepening. "You usually don't act cute to me so easily, dear."

The boy held the edge of the basket and fell silent.

"Of course, it doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as I know that you didn't resist me so much at the beginning, it's fine." The store manager hummed a song and walked briskly to the flower stand. Without looking back, he chuckled and asked casually, "So is there any good news this time? For example, can I start booking tickets for our "Tokyo Escape Plan"? "He heard the sound of the boy jumping off the basket and turned around subconsciously: "What's wrong-eh!"

The store manager looked down and saw a black dagger completely inserted into his chest.

Red petals dripped onto the ground, staining the store manager's white shirt and the boy's white gloves red.

The store manager fell backwards to the ground as if in slow motion, with red petals stuck to the corners of his mouth. After a while, the back of his head was held in the boy's arms.

"Oops."

The store manager, whose breath was gradually weakening, did not seem to feel any pain at all. He just said something irrelevant to the boy in distress: "I haven't fulfilled our agreement yet..."

The young man threw the dagger far away, as if this could prove to himself that he was not the one who stabbed him just now.

The experienced killer looked at the store manager's wound at this moment, and was so helpless that he tried to cover it with his palm - if he blocked it, would he not die?

He had killed so many people that his hands no longer shook and he had long forgotten how to cry.

"Chao Yue, Chao Yue...! Please don't die, okay?" said the boy.

He heard the store manager sigh.

"I just want to take a break." The store manager raised his hand with the last bit of strength he had and wiped away the tears on the boy's face, leaving blood-red marks at the corners of his eyes. "Moon, please don't rain."

The store manager looked at the boy's face and smiled even more happily. As he smiled, flower petals sprayed out from the crack on his chest.

"I saw it. The moon is really beautiful."

And then, what next?

The automatic door of the flower shop sensed someone coming and opened, blowing the cold air mixed with the fragrance of flowers into the customer's face.

The customer walked silently towards the hanging basket inside, on which lay the store manager, looking relaxed.

The store manager covered his face with a travel magazine, and his green eyes seemed to be smiling at the customers.

The customer with black hair and green eyes held the blade across the store manager's neck.

"The game is over," said the guest.

—

Conan woke up suddenly and almost rolled out of the back seat.

"Are you okay, D?" Officer Ida frowned and asked worriedly, "Rest for a while. There's no need to let the child run around like this..."

"I'm not a child, I'm a vigilante!" Conan responded reflexively, then froze.

He was originally searching for the remaining dangerous spots with the Metropolitan Police Department, but for some reason, he felt drowsy halfway through the search and fell asleep in the police car after he could no longer hold on.

So, I had the dream I just had.

No, was it really a dream? Could dreams be so real? He seemed to be seeing the truest farewell ten years ago from a third person's perspective.

Conan's forehead was throbbing with pain. He had no idea why he had this dream. It couldn't be that he dreamed about something during the day, right? Haha, anyway, Wuming was still in the confinement room, so he definitely wouldn't appear next to Asa like he did at the end of the dream...

…

No way, right?

Conan wiped his face and sent a message to Furiya Rei who was still in the base.

"Mr. Zero! Is Wuming still here?" Conan's voice contained a faint hope.

Then this hope was shattered by Furuya Rei's subtle silence.

Conan knelt in the back seat of the police car and tried to grab the seat with his head in despair: "Asa is in danger...! If he goes alone now..."

"Xiao D, Wuming is not a child anymore."

Fūya Rei answered Conan with the words that Conan often used to speak up for him: "He is a vigilante, and this is the city he protects."

So no matter what, Wuming can't stay quietly in the confinement room.

Conan gritted his teeth, quickly calmed down, and firmly retorted in a louder voice: "But we are partners! At this time, I must be with him!"

Conan turned around and wanted to run under the car with his skateboard, ready to try his luck at the suspected location of the flower shop in his dream, but was stopped by Date Kou.

Officer Ida frowned and said seriously:

"Tell me the address and I'll drive there with you."

—

In the flower shop, in front of the hanging basket.

"Is the game over?" Asa said with a gentle smile, and the travel magazine in his hand fell to the ground. He stood up calmly and let the long knife at his neck cut his skin. The real blood that no longer looked like petals in the dream flowed down the cold white blade. "No, the game has just begun after you came, Little Moon."

The flower shop is no longer the same as it was ten years ago. The shop from ten years ago was demolished after the death of the store manager. This is the new flower shop that changed several times and turned back into a new one two years ago.

"...Why here?" Wuming's hands were steady, the blade still pressed against Asa's skin, and he asked in a low voice.

"Look, since you killed me here ten years ago, shouldn't we also come here to 'revisit' our past for our last game? Or should we 'reconnect'? It doesn't matter."

Asa's shoulders were shaking with laughter. "Even though you asked me that, you still thought of coming here to find me. I'm so happy. It turns out that we are 'thinking alike', right?"

Asa was waiting here for Wuming to come. He knew that Wuming would not make only one preparation. It was impossible for him to just look for the bomb and leave him behind.

Isn't this what he thought, is it really coming?

"You said the game would end in two days, but in fact, the vote was released several hours earlier than the time you blew up the Parliament base." Wuming was too lazy to pay attention to Asa's nonsense and skillfully treated him as air. "One is before midnight, and the other is after midnight... In other words, if you just calculate according to midnight..."

"Now it's 'two days later'~! That's right!" Asa replied with a smile, "I knew this little trick couldn't fool you, aren't you here? Don't be too angry, little moon, being angry will make you age faster."

"You should smile more like me, like you do now." The red-haired young man took a step forward and closed the distance so that Wuming could see his own reflection in his eyes. The face without the mask had the same smile as Asa's now.

"I really love your smile." Asa exclaimed, "How does it feel to be me?"

How does it feel to be infected by the virus 'Assa'?

"I will never become like you, Asa." Wuming couldn't control the smile on his face, but his voice was still low, "Never."

Asa's laughter stopped abruptly, and for the first time, he looked at Wuming with such cold eyes.

"No, you will become me." Asa bit his back teeth, his jaw tensed, looking a little, no, very neurotic, "You will never be able to get rid of me, Little Moon, you will become me, and I will become your unhealable scar!"

Wuming closed his eyes, feeling a headache and not wanting to continue arguing with Asa about this. He tapped his arm armor a few times and simply cast Asa's vote in mid-air.

Red means not needed, blue means needed, and now that the time is up, the two colors seem to be exactly the same.

But if you look closely, you will find that... the red part has one more vote than the blue part.

"I won your last game." Wuming said calmly, "Now, dismantle your machines and toys, Asa."

Asa's eyes softened again. He didn't even look at the projection, as if he already knew the answer. He looked at Wuming for a while, then lowered his head to think for a while, and suddenly nodded readily: "Okay, you win this game."

Wuming did not let his guard down, for he knew that Asa would not let it go so easily and that he definitely had a trick up his sleeve!

"I can remove my toys for the winner." Asa raised his head suddenly, with a malicious smile on his lips, "But the loser will die."

As soon as Asa finished speaking, Wuming moved almost immediately, but he was not faster than Asa in pressing the button. An explosion occurred outside the flower shop where they were in the next second. Two people in the flower shop were blown backwards, and rows of flower stands were knocked over.

Wuming jumped up quickly and looked closely. He saw Asa running towards the second floor very quickly.

He chased after her without hesitation.