Chapter 123 Past Events in a Foreign Country

Fangchuan Douji was choked by this question. He stammered for a long time, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yes... maybe it's because the drugs softened his bones, or maybe he just lost weight. One day, the bandages that bound his limbs lost their effect."

When Hiroshi Hanetani turned the statue again and pushed open the door to "check" the different experimental subject, what greeted him was not a long corridor and the deepest room...

but a scalpel abandoned in the room at some point, and a pair of cold gray eyes flashing with hatred so intense that it could burn people.

The old man made a slight choking sound in his throat, which did not seem to be due to grief or guilt. With the help of the faint light, Conan Edogawa caught some fine white powder in the gaps between his fingernails. Did

he take poison?!

As if to respond to the little detective's guess, Boukawa Doji leaned against the wall and slid down little by little. His shoes and pants were completely stained by the gasoline on the ground. A hint of blue appeared on his face, but his voice kept squeezing out of his throat, "I'm just... threatened by Hiroshi Hanedani. Once I accidentally discovered this secret, he has been threatening me with my life. He said that the organization that provided the drugs was an unfathomable organization. If I didn't want to be caught and used as an experimental subject, I had to help him test the drugs..." "

I didn't want to hurt those children. Seeing them suffer such pain, I felt very sorry... I just wanted to save my life. It was all because I was threatened..."

Conan Edogawa took a few steps forward.

He stepped on the floor full of gasoline that gave off a pungent smell, and saw that the clothes of Boukawa Douji had been stained by the liquid. He subconsciously remembered that when he and Haibara Ai checked the room just now, they did not see any traces of clothes on the floor.

Perhaps even the filthy gasoline was unwilling to soak someone like Tsukiyama Asari, but at this moment, it mercilessly crawled all over the clothes and skin of the old man in front of him, counting his sins with an unbearable greasy touch.

"You are just washing away your sins." The boy faced the dying face with a cold face, without fear. He could not find any sympathy for the dying old man in his heart. "You are not an accomplice to intimidation. There is no room for excuse.

You are the murderer. You and the man named Hiroshi Hanedani are the murderers of those children."

Fangawa Douji widened his eyes, but could not find a word to defend himself. His face, which was originally calm and ready to face death, gradually distorted, as if he could not accept having to face his mistakes before dying.

"If you really have any regrets, why don't you turn yourself in to the police station? Why don't you let the children buried in the yard see the light of day again? Why do you hurt someone who just looks like you?

As for monsters. You are the real monsters and demons who wantonly use the name of charity to conduct experiments on children and regard their lives as worthless!"

Unwilling to say more to him, Edogawa Conan grabbed the man's collar and asked through his teeth, "Where is he?"

"I don't know..." The purple on Fangchuan Douji's face became more and more obvious, and he began to tremble all over. The pain brought by the poison was not as great as the price he would have to pay if the organization found out that he had not completed the mission. "I... wanted to... kill... but they took him away... I don't know... where he is."

The boy's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged from his stomach, "They?" "

A... dark-skinned... blond-haired man, from that... organization... and a woman... his name was... her..." Recalling the mysterious woman with unkempt hair that he saw through the car window, he used his last breath to read out the name he had accidentally heard, "... Vermode."

Edogawa Conan's expression completely turned blank.

[&%**& You are the monster, your whole family is a monster! ! He captured someone for an experiment, then when he was cornered, he was killed in return and he still called him a monster. How dare he have such a face! ! Niiuchi, you #@/%! &*] [Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu! I

am so angry! My mother asked me why I suddenly wanted to learn Sanda. I said that it was because I wanted to beat up these people and held up my phone to show her. After reading the comics, she signed up the whole family for Sanda classes without saying a word.]

[I am so happy! Just go ahead and scold Conan to wake him up. He will not have any chance to quibble anymore. He will go to hell with the sin of murder to meet Hiroshi Hanedani. I am so angry that my blood pressure is rising.]

[I am so angry, I am so angry. Wait a minute! Isn’t the one with blond hair and black skin Bourbon? And Bayonetta, why are you two sisters here? Ahhhh? ? ? ]

[Copy and paste my previous vow: If you want to bring a lunch box in the morning, at least half of the gin, vodka, Cohn, Chianti, and Bourbon Cointreau should be present. Good guy, I call you good guy. Anyway, there are already two of us. If you take it back, maybe the rest will be ready. What? Is this how you warm me up for the next year's Little Mist movie version? ]

[I only saw a big word "寄" in Conan's shocked expression]

[Great, they fast forward to find the body, only to find that the body was held in the arms of Cointreau who was late for the rape, Bourbon raised his hand/gun to his forehead and said, "I didn't expect you to betray the organization because of your brother", and Vermouth didn't allow Conan to come over, and then Cointreau closed his eyes and died with the family he couldn't protect, hahahaha, so sweet! ! I'm going to die of sweetness]

Fangchuan Douci never closed his eyes until his death.

Without time to care about these, and unable to open the secret room door behind him, Edogawa Conan immediately locked the iron window that was nailed shut with wooden boards. Haibara Ai, who had come to the secret room with him to investigate, had obviously thought of this early. Maori Kogoro and others who had regained consciousness took tools and smashed the rusty window frame and glass from the outside, along with the wooden boards.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Edogawa Conan responded loudly, and followed the rope they had let down to leave through the window hole that only children could get out of, and ran out quickly the moment his feet touched the ground.

"Conan--"

Ran Mouri's anxious shout rang behind him, but he turned a deaf ear to it and ran straight out of the villa, not stopping until he ran out of the old gate.

In front of him was an empty road, and he didn't know where it stretched to, and there were deserted woods everywhere.

Where can I go to look for him? Tsukiyama Asari was probably taken away in the early morning. If Bourbon and the others really wanted to take people away, they are probably in the organization's base in Boston now.

Asari-brother...

Conan Edogawa just felt confused.

It was as if a person who was there every day and would hug you and smile suddenly disappeared, and was quietly taken out of the villa when everyone was asleep. Maybe he was stuffed in the trunk? Was he awake at that time?

Where should he look for them now?

He stood by the roadside, and only thought of contacting the police when Ran Mouri approached him to ask what was going on. He reached into his pocket and noticed another problem before he even touched his phone.

The number of trackers in his pocket was wrong.

Conan Edogawa remembered clearly that he had put four small trackers in his pocket, and now only three were left no matter how hard he searched.

Could it be that Tsukiyama Asari took them from his pocket before being kidnapped by Boukawa Douji...

While thinking, the boy quickly pressed the button next to his glasses, and four flashing red dots immediately appeared in front of his eyes, three of which coincided with his position, and only one was within three kilometers.

Without any means of transportation, the moment he locked onto the red dot, Edogawa Conan ran towards his destination without any hesitation, without even having time to question the distance.

I don't know how long it took, the sweat had completely wet his face, and even flowed into his eyes, causing his eyes to be sore. When his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, a car finally appeared in the distance.

Edogawa Conan panted for a while before raising the watch dial and approached the vehicle vigilantly. There was no one in the front, and in the back seat...

The man who had been missing since early yesterday morning was lying on the seat with a frown on his side, covered with a coat that obviously did not belong to him, his wrists and neck were full of marks, a few strands of black hair were stuck together with blood, and even his forehead was stained red with blood.

The boy's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He kept banging on the window and door, trying to open the locked car door from the inside. The violent noise finally woke up the unconscious person inside.

Tsukiyama fluttered his long eyelashes twice. It was still early morning when he fell asleep, but now it was past noon. The car was warmed by the sun, and the air conditioner was even turned on.

The side effects of staying up late and taking energy potions were all eliminated because of the adequate sleep. He felt comfortable all over as if he had been massaged. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, raised his head to meet the anxious face of the little boy outside the window, and then he remembered where he was. He quickly sat up and opened the car door.

Edogawa Conan instantly jumped into his arms.

There are no words to describe the joy of regaining what was lost. The little boy hugged his neck tightly, buried his face in the man's neck, and sniffed the soothing and gentle scent on him. The uneasiness and fear that lingered for the whole morning gradually dissipated.

"What's going on?" Tsukiyama Asari frowned.

Edogawa Conan didn't expect the other party's first sentence to be this. He raised his head in a daze, but saw his brother frowning, reaching out to grab his wrist, looking at the row of bloodstains with a serious expression.

Probably because he was accidentally cut by glass fragments when he came out of the iron window before. The boy only cared about finding Tsukiyama Asari who had lost his trace, and didn't notice the not-so-serious wound on his arm at all.

The man with an unknown serious head injury frowned and said distressedly, "You are too careless, little detective. Does it hurt?"

After a long time without a reply, Tsukiyama Asari looked up in confusion and met the little boy's round and cute blue eyes, "......Hmm?"

The next second, Edogawa Conan shot over like a small cannonball, knocking his back back and hitting the backrest lightly. The child put his hands around his neck again, hugging him tighter than before, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence, "Asari brother."

It turned out that he was just acting coquettishly.

Tsukiyama Asari smiled and picked him up and hugged him tightly. He wondered if something happened in the villa that morning that stimulated this famous detective, and quickly opened the forum to check it out while he was silent.

The comic didn't end here. Instead, it cut to the scene of Tsukiyama Asari last night after Edogawa Conan chased the tracker.

Before the black-haired man could enjoy the scene of himself and Amuro Toru battling wits and courage in the update, he was almost thrown down by the new replies.

[Married woman, forced, blindfolded, tied up, imprisoned, damn, damn, damn, am I allowed to watch this? Tears are flowing from strange places. Sisters, I'll rush first (pants flying)]

[How fiercely I cried just now, how fiercely I'll rush now. Bourbon is too cruel. This is your boss! ! ]

...Huh?

Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help showing a toothache expression.

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