Chapter 113 Past Events in a Foreign Country

[Asari, Asari?]

[Hey, hey...]

'It's so noisy...'

He felt dizzy.

His eyelids seemed to be glued together, and his body felt heavy. The black-haired man was annoyed by the constant shouting in his head and finally pulled back his wandering consciousness.

First, his fingertips trembled slightly, then his hands and legs.

He tried to move his arms, but was blocked by something like a rope. So the man put all his efforts into opening his eyes, his eyelashes kept trembling, and finally opened a tiny gap.

His vision gradually recovered.

First, it was dark, and then the general outline of the room was gradually outlined. The room was indescribably familiar, with an iron bed, tall windows nailed shut with wooden boards, and bare walls... It completely overlapped with the scene in Yutani Misaki's dream.

Yueshan shook his head inward, tossing aside the hair that blocked his vision in front of his forehead. He felt as if his head was split open and it hurt from the inside to the outside. The slightest movement caused a dull pain.

His hands were tied behind his back. The person who tied him up obviously put a lot of thought into it. The wrists were tied very tightly, and the special rope knot would slowly tighten as he struggled. In order to ensure that it was secure enough, the thick coat he had been wearing was also taken off, leaving only a thin and soft sweater.

Moreover, there was another rope coming out from his wrist, which was tied around his slender neck. He didn't know how it was tied, but whenever the man wanted to stand up, the rope would strangle his neck, blocking his breathing. The ropes

used were all rough hemp ropes, and the burred surface made the skin hurt.

[Look to the left front.]

Hearing this, Tsukiyama Asari stopped analyzing his current situation. He searched the room with his eyes and finally found a burning candle in the corner. It was dropped on several ropes and made into a small delay device.

There was a large dirty water stain under the candle. The man looked down and found that he was surrounded by this thing.

It should be gasoline.

As long as the rope burns to the knot, it will loosen and the candle will fall on the gasoline-soaked ground, and he will be completely engulfed by the flames like Yutani Souichi before.

But now this "weapon" has other uses.

Tsukiyama Asari carefully avoided the gasoline spilling on the floor, and moved towards the candle little by little, and gently placed the knot at the position of his arm in front of the candle. Soon, the small flame burned the rope.

Regardless of the favor of saving him, after breaking free from the restraints of the hemp rope, he quickly "returned the favor with hatred" and blew out the small flame on the candle.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness, with only a tiny light coming through the gaps between the top few wooden boards. When thunder roared, the light would be particularly strong.

My head still hurts... The drug that made me dizzy couldn't be some illegal variety, could it? Can normal drugs give people such a headache?

'Tong, check the drug that Fangchuan Douci sprayed. '

[It's a common anesthetic. Your headache is because he hit you with a club, physical damage... Maybe you were hit again when you were transported in. I just checked you, and there is no other effect except pain. ]

...? !

Hearing this, Tsukiyama Asari finally remembered to reach out and touch the painful area, rubbing a hand with half-dried liquid. In the moonlight, he could only see that the palm of his hand had been stained dark brown.

No wonder the young detective was knocked down by Gin's club, it hurt so much... But it's good that nothing serious happened.

The black-haired man complained in his heart and observed the situation in the room again. There was no door on the wall opposite the iron bed, and it was connected to a corridor. The corridor turned left in less than five meters, and the situation on the opposite side could not be seen clearly.

He simply walked along the corridor. At the end was an iron door, which was locked from the outside. Even with the key, it could not be opened from the inside.

No way... Has my appearance in this episode ended? I can't wait here for the young detective who finally deduced the truth to come and save me, right?

Tsukiyama Asari reopened the forum, and the comic was still stuck on the scene where Edogawa Conan was sleeping soundly. It seemed that the others were still resting there and had not noticed that they had "disappeared".

The scene where she was forced down by Bogawa Douji with a gun was not drawn, and the replies finally got rid of the previous large-scale rain of knives, and temporarily maintained a peaceful appearance.

[She wanted to use the knife but stopped, but it feels that Mrs. Tsukiyama is really gentle. It is possible that she is better to the second child because she lost her first child. Asari's personality does not seem to have the shadow of childhood. Don't always think of yourself as a chopping block! Everyone! ]

[Wuwu Although I really like the gentle and melancholy version, after watching Asari coaxing Conan, I started to feel guilty about the knife I posted before. Why should such a good person think about him like this! I am guilty, Wuwuwuwu (crying

and taking off pants.jpg)] [This morning I walked into McDonald's, and the clerk asked me what I wanted. There were shrimp burgers and beef burgers. My tears flowed down. She couldn't understand my sadness. There were so many burgers here, but I just wanted to coax me to sleep, Asari, my baby]

...If this is considered quiet.

Tsukiyama Asari finished reading several strange and cheesy love words in a row before closing the page. It was only two o'clock in the morning. Fangchuan Douji's target should be only him. The others were relatively safe. I just didn't know how much drug that guy had given them and when they would wake up.

We still had to see if there was any way out...

Tsukiyama Asari found an iron cabinet in the corner.

Stepping on it, he could just reach the window nailed shut with a wooden board. The man pressed his wrist, which was marked with several circles of strangulation, against the wooden board and looked out through the gap, just like what Yutani Mio had done in his dream before.

The sky outside was still hazy, and the sound of rain continued, hitting the glass and making continuous sounds, as if it was in a hurry to break in through the window.

He squinted his eyes and looked outside.

The overgrown weeds blocked half of his view. It was pitch black outside, but he could make out the general outline. He could see the base of the statue and the winding roots of the tree.

Lightning flashed.

The huge lightning made the courtyard seem like daylight for a few seconds. Yueshan Chaoli's pupils suddenly shrank. He saw a woman standing next to the statue. She was holding a black umbrella in her hand. Her face was completely blocked by the shadow cast by the umbrella, and then fell back into darkness as the lightning disappeared.

Although he could only see it clearly for less than a few seconds, the figure was very familiar.

Vermode...how did she get here?

The man frowned and moved closer to the window, his cheeks against the wooden board, trying to see more information through the gap.

It seems that the things left by Hiroshi Hanedani are really rare "treasures".

There was another thunder.

Vermode tucked her long hair behind her ears, slowly approached with the black umbrella, and in the lightning he saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

He was sure that the woman was indeed walking towards him, as if she knew clearly that there was a person trapped in this small basement.

[Someone is coming from behind.]

Tsukiyama frowned inwardly.

In such a small space, any movement will be detected. The person behind him should have opened the outermost door with the thunder just now, but now the thunder has stopped and the person who came did not make any footsteps.

Very professional, not like Fangchuan Douci, could it be that Vermouth has other companions?

'System, confirm the location.'

The black-haired man put his hand on his waist, against the dagger that he always carried, which once belonged to Yutani Mia.

Anyway, Vermouth can't see the situation inside the room, and the comics don't depict this scene. It's better to deal with the unlucky guy first without having to explain how an ordinary coffee shop owner can use a dagger and how he can quickly detect someone approaching outside.

[...It's Bourbon. 】

Tsukiyama Asari was about to take out the dagger when he stopped for a moment.

It was Toru Amuro? Wasn't he still working peacefully in the cafe before leaving? Wasn't he absent from work without reason?

Deduct wages!

The man deducted most of the other party's hard-earned money in his heart. He could only grit his teeth and write off plan A, and move back to the window, pretending that he knew nothing.

In a blink of an eye, Vermouth had walked in front of him. She squatted down and brushed away the messy grass, allowing the window that had been blocked all day to see the sun again.

The woman's eyes, always with unknown emotions, fell on the gap between the wooden boards. The curve of the corners of her mouth became bigger and bigger. She bent her slender fingers with nail polish and knocked on the glass slowly.

"Oh my, look what I found..."

In front of Bermode, even if Toru Amuro didn't want to take action, he had to pretend to be ruthless. In front of Toru Amuro, who was too logical, he couldn't do anything unreasonable, such as a person who grew up in an ordinary environment keenly noticed the actions of a professional public security officer and knocked him to the ground with a dagger.

What kind of situation is this... Tsukiyama Asari bit his lower lip, feeling particularly tired.

'So now, two code members of the organization, one has entered from the entrance of the secret passage, and the other is watching from the outside through the window? '

[That's right, correction, the first one is already behind you. 】

The man's brain turned quickly, and he quickly wrote a plan B. He continued to pretend to be frightened by the sudden knocking on the glass, and poked the system in his mind, 'Quickly change me a location conversion card, the kind that can be used for teleportation, no matter how expensive it is. '

[You want to slip away directly? ! Amuro Toru is right behind you now, it's unscientific to disappear on the spot, right? ]

'You are stupid! How can I, a powerless coffee shop owner and graduate student, escape from the hands of the two of them? Of course, find someone else to pick me up! '

At the same time, more than 10,000 kilometers away.

The man with cold gray eyes opened his eyes, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He opened the closet to find suitable clothes without any delay.

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Chao Li: My employee took my salary and came to work for others without asking for leave and even attacked me!

A Miao: I suggest

firing him After finishing the haunted house, I will send everyone to travel and relax!

(Thinking) Where should we go to have fun?