Chapter 142 Birds and Light
The first thing Bird Mist felt after regaining consciousness was cold.
Bone-piercing cold.
The young man tried to open his eyes, which were too heavy due to the drugs, and all he saw was a white snow. It took him a while to realize that this was a snowy field, and that he was being carried on the shoulders of a tall man in a sprint jacket in an unceremonious manner and walking in the snow.
Although it was inappropriate, Bird Mist still thought seriously about his weight problem at the first time.
He eats a lot, not to mention that he eats huge portions for all three meals a day. He also has desserts in the afternoon. When he goes to school, Ran Mouri brings him homemade snacks. Sonoko also brings him big bags of expensive chocolates every now and then. The three of them gather around the table during lunch break and eat them all up.
It’s mainly because he eats them all up.
But he’s still light. On the day Hagiwara Kenji was in the hospital, he was able to pick him up by the calf with his legs bent like a child. Date Kou suddenly carried him on his back several times, spinning him around like a child and then putting him down. When Amuro Toru picked him up when his wrists were cut, he didn’t feel any pressure at all. He looked very relaxed.
These three people were fine, but now any guy could carry him and walk through the thick snow without any pressure, which was a bit shocking to him.
After dealing with this, he felt that his limbs were too weak due to fever and drugs, and even if he used the fighting skills learned from other vests, he couldn't beat these two people. The people in the hotel also found out the situation here and were looking around in a hurry. They should be able to find them soon. Fei Niao Wu simply closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep, waiting for them to rescue him.
But it was too cold.
The hotel was well heated. He had only brought a thin set of pajamas with him. The fabric he chose for comfort could not block the cold wind. The overly cold air mixed with snow particles poured in from the exaggerated collar and cuffs, making the boy shiver.
He could not feel any pain and could not estimate his current physical condition. Asuka Kiri then looked around again, trying to find out his approximate location, and asked Tsukiyama to take a shortcut inside.
All around were densely packed black tree trunks and bright white snow. They looked the same from every direction. Because of the color problem, he could not distinguish some scenes in the distance.
Oh no, I won’t be the first popular character to be frozen to death in the Detective Conan comics, right? After all, he had been part of the protagonist group from the beginning, so it was too bad to end it so quickly in such a sloppy way.
After the boy finished complaining in his heart, he felt dizzy for a while. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the fever or the cold, or because the people who were fighting him were just poorly skilled and kept swaying. Just when he was struggling to decide whether to just ask these two big brothers to add more clothes, the man in front stopped.
The man wearing goggles turned his head and cursed in a rough voice, "Where is that wooden house?"
... So you two can't find the way either?
Fei Niao Wu curled his lips in silence. He was really feeling dizzy now, and his limbs, which were already weak from the fever, were even weaker. He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would really tear the card. He tried to open his heavy eyes and looked down without the two of them noticing. He saw a small corner of a pistol sticking out of one of them's coat pocket.
Although he couldn't deal with the two of them, he could use the sound of the pistol to attract others.
"It should be just ahead, let's keep going."
"I'm just afraid they'll find out and chase us... Is what that guy said true? He'll give this amount as long as you catch a white-haired person?"
"Of course it's true, he only wants white-haired people between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, and he'll give this amount as long as you bring them over. If the one you catch is really the one he wants, the reward will be tripled!" The man carrying the Bird Mist said in a rough voice, "I've observed that this guy has no sense of presence, and he looks sick. Maybe they've been waiting for him to leave... and now they're busy catching thieves, and they let this white-haired kid rest in the room, how could they find him?"
"That's true. You are smart. Let him steal something tonight and attract other people's attention so that we can take action. It's so smooth." As
the two were chatting, Fei Niao Wu narrowed his eyes and tried to move down a little, stretching his hand to reach the ** in the other's pocket. Who knew that before he could touch it, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
The person who had been carrying him seemed to finally sense something was wrong. He took off his gloves and touched the boy's exposed ankle. His brows frowned at the cold touch. "Hey, come and take a look at him. He's very cold. He's frozen to death."
"What's the matter?" Upon hearing this, the person walking in front took a few steps over and lifted Fei Niao Wu's hair. He put his gloved hand on his forehead and shivered from the low temperature. "He looks like he's still conscious."
Fei Niao Wu had no time to care about the fact that they found out that he was still awake. His head became more dizzy after being pulled by these two people. Even his vision was a little blurry. He couldn't tell whether it was because he was too cold or because he was sick.
Obviously, the two men didn't care whether he woke up or not. The boy who had taken medicine after being sick was carried on their shoulders. Even if he woke up, he would be no different from a fawn that had long lost the ability to resist. The two men continued to talk without caring.
"He would have been frozen to death by the time we found the cabin. It was so unlucky. I should have brought him some clothes when I went out."
"I didn't have time to think about this at the time... What should I do now? If he freezes to death, I won't have a penny." The standing man looked around, and finally seemed to remember something. He took out a water bottle from his backpack, "Use this."
The man carrying the boy laughed, "That's a solution."
Next to them was a huge and low stone surface. He simply swept away the snow on it and put the boy on his shoulders.
"Hey, this is a good thing." The man held up the water bottle and shook it in front of him.
Fei Niao Wu tried to pull out a few strands of clarity from his chaotic mind. He felt something cold against his lower lip, and a pungent smell rushed into his nose with his breath.
It was like a strong liquor. Before the white-haired boy could try to distinguish what was in it, the man in front of him impatiently grabbed his hair and poured all the water in the water bottle into his throat.
"Hmm!"
...It's white wine!
After being released, Fei Niao Wu started to cough violently. He had just been dragged and swallowed several large mouthfuls of liquid unconsciously. Now he felt that his mouth, throat, and stomach were all hot. He kept lowering his head and coughing, and physiological tears flowed down his face. If he had a sense of pain, he would probably feel a burning pain in these places.
The places where the wine flowed did indeed feel warm, quickly sweeping over his limbs and bones, and even his brain, which had been dizzy due to the fever, was stimulated and woken up. The man laughed at his wolfish look as he sipped the wine, and raised the water bottle filled with white wine in front of him and shook it a few times, "How about a few more sips?"
Fuck you.
Fei Niaowu felt that those sips of wine also burned his head, and his anger surged up. He dropped his head and cast his fierce eyes at the snow, and then when the other party tried to grab his hair again, he jumped forward, snatched the gun from the man's pocket, rolled on the snow, and then skillfully pulled the bolt and fired a shot at the sky.
The sound of the gunshot was particularly clear in the silent forest, and all the birds resting on the branches were shaken and spread their wings and flew away.
The man's face changed instantly, and before he could react, several bullets flew over. The other man who was about to draw his gun was hit in the wrist and screamed with a grim expression.
The shouting came from far away, as if a group of people were rushing here. The two did not dare to stay any longer, and could only grit their teeth and flee in another direction.
Finally it ended...
The white-haired boy who had been relieved suddenly frowned.
He felt dizzy, and his vision began to go dark. However, it was different from the previous situation. The scenery in front of him seemed to be suddenly crushed, and even the white snow in front of him became dazzling. His heart beat faster and faster, almost so fast that it made him breathless.
He subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest and lowered his head to breathe deeply. The cold wind poured into his throat, and his madly beating heart was squeezed and kneaded. Fei Niaowu opened his eyes wide and felt the pain coming from the most important organ in his chest, which was completely unfamiliar to this body... It was actually pain.
The next second, he was pulled by the huge pain and kept bending over. Blood was coughed out and splashed on the thick snow in front of him. The bright red color made the boy's eyes ache. Then, the dazzling red was cut into pieces, and countless colors rushed past in front of the eyes, making people dizzy. "Xiao Wu——!" Edogawa Conan was running unimpeded on the skateboard on the snow. After catching the dazzling red on the snow, his face turned pale. The boy jumped off the skateboard and ran to his childhood friend in a few steps, anxiously saying, "Are you okay?!" The moment the little detective walked to the boy, the latter seemed to be unable to bear it and smashed his upper body on him. Edogawa Conan hurried to check the man's condition, only to smell a very familiar smell of strong liquor. "What's going on?!" The boy didn't have a cheating skateboard. Date Kou and Hagiwara Kenji, who were in charge of searching along this route with Edogawa Conan, ran over closely. The tall man quickly took the boy from the boy's hand, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu? Can you hear us clearly? Xiao Wu!" Asuka Wu grabbed the cloth on his chest tightly, his eyebrows locked, and he seemed to have lost consciousness the moment he came over, still mumbling something. The moment they heard clearly, almost everyone present froze in their movements and looked at the man in the middle in disbelief. "......It hurts..." Asuka Wu said he was in pain. It hurts, as if someone has inserted the buzzing thing at the front of an electric drill into the middle of his heart, and then used blood to seal it, blocking the blood inside. Fei Niao Wu lowered his head and gasped. He grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly. The wide collar of his pajamas was pulled down a little, revealing a small piece of pale skin on his chest. As he struggled, the boy's neatly trimmed nails left several deep and terrifying blood marks on the exposed skin. The pain was so severe that he even wanted to dig out his heart and throw it away. "Xiao Wu? Xiao Wu!" Conan Edogawa was frightened by his action and had no time to care that he had completely forgotten to add the suffix "brother" after the address. He stretched out his hand to grab the other's wrist, trying to stop the boy from hurting himself, but he didn't expect the latter to react violently and shook his hand away. The boy only felt dizzy, and all the rustling sounds were amplified countless times in his ears. It seemed that something exploded in his head. He saw the bleak ceiling, and the whistling sound of the wind turned into the vibration of a needle hitting the metal bedside. '...number...injection reaction...pupil...' '...this batch...the hair color are all...' "Xiao Wu...?" 'The red number, then the blue batch......' "Shut up...Shut up!" Asuka Wu covered her ears and shouted through gritted teeth. He shook off the hand of Edogawa Conan who was trying to grab his wrist, and his strength was so great that he even pushed the man directly to the snow. "Don't touch me! Go away!" Hagiwara Kenji frowned, he and Date Kou looked at each other, both of them were full of panic, and they couldn't find any solution for a while. The boy in front of him obviously couldn't hear anything anymore, as if he had seen something too scary, and he would just curl up subconsciously. "Hey... Hagiwara, those two guys didn't feed him poison..." Date Kou was stunned for a moment before turning around and speaking anxiously with cold sweat on his forehead. He mumbled for a moment and swallowed the word "drug" that he almost blurted out. The pupils of the boy in front of him shrank, and with this reaction, it was hard not to guess the worst. "No! Why would they feed poison to Kiri..." Hagiwara Kenji retorted subconsciously. He was frowning and trying to find an opportunity to get close to him. Then the man's expression was blank for a second, and he kept muttering, "Shugo?" When it comes to this thing, it's hard not to associate it with revenge because of the discovery of the relationship between Kasugawa Shugo and Asuka Kiri. "Yesterday afternoon... when Kiri was painting outside, I saw Shugo give him something. It couldn't be that time..." "Let's see how Kiri is doing first, and we'll talk about the other things later... let's send him down the mountain first..." the man with semi-long hair frowned, he took out his phone and dialed the emergency number, "Don't tell Shugo about this guess yet, I'm afraid he..." Hagiwara Kenji raised his head and realized that Date Kou's expression was not right. He looked in the direction of his gaze and saw Kasugagawa Shugo standing in the woods not far away, panting and sweating even in the middle of winter. I don't know where he hurried from after hearing the noise here. The chestnut-haired man lowered his head, his curly hair hanging down to block his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. Hagiwara Kenji was a little confused by the series of events. He gritted his teeth and quickly explained the situation to the person on the other end of the phone. He was knocked to the ground by the flying bird mist, and his phone fell into the snow. "Xiao Misty...?"
Asuka Kiri's lower lip was covered in blood from biting himself. The fragmented memories that he had completely forgotten overwhelmed him, and he couldn't even tell the difference between illusion and reality.
This was just... a memory of the character's background that the world consciousness automatically filled in...
but why did it have such a big impact? !
The boy subconsciously felt terrified and helpless. He fumbled around on the ground in panic, trying to find something to protect himself.
"Xiao Kiri, we'll take you down the mountain first. Don't be afraid, everything will be fine soon." Hagiwara Kenji comforted him repeatedly. He raised his hands and tried to approach the other party in a non-threatening manner.
The next second, there was a sudden sound of gunfire. The half-long-haired man suddenly widened his eyes, and the bullet flew past his shoulder.
I don't know when Asuka Mizuki picked up the gun discarded on the ground. The boy's hands were shaking badly, but he still tried to get a fairly standard gun-holding posture, "Don't come near me!"
This was the scene that Yueshan Chaoli saw when he finally arrived. He leaned against the tree and took a few breaths, feeling helpless.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't withstand the buff of Asuka Mizuki's vest after drinking white wine. He could only speed up to deal with the trouble he was about to cause.
"Yueshan?" After noticing him coming over, Date Hang hurriedly shouted, "Don't come over, Xiao Wu is holding a gun."
It's because he's holding a gun that I'm going over!
The black-haired man frowned, and he took a few steps forward, letting Asuka Kiri point the gun at him, so that he wouldn't be unable to control his shaking hands and hurt innocent people, "You guys step back."
"Don't come over here yet!" Afraid that the conversation between the few people would alarm the white-haired boy who was obviously in a bad situation, Hagiwara Kenji quickly lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, but the other party was not affected by this sentence at all.
When the man walked past the few people, Edogawa Conan subconsciously panicked and wanted to grab his brother's clothes to stop him from moving forward.
"It's okay." Tsukiyama Asari said softly, and repeated what he had just said, "You guys step back and leave it to me."
Then, he took a breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he was ready to comfort himself in front of everyone.
The expression on his face was too serious and calm, as if he had experienced this situation countless times. Hagiwara Kenji, who was about to reach out and forcibly pull the man back, was stunned and put down his hand.
When Amuro Toru and others rushed over, he saw the white-haired boy sitting on the ground, his face full of dried tears. Because he bit too hard, the blood from his lower lip even flowed down along his lips and fell on the ugly scratches on his chest. The boy frowned and looked like he was enduring great pain.
His pupils had completely shrunk, but he still tried to hold the gun, with the muzzle facing the chest of the black-haired man in front of him. As long as he pulled the trigger, Tsukiyama Asari would be shot in the heart.
"Little..."
The blond-haired, dark-skinned man quickly stopped the other with his hands. Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko could only bite their teeth to suppress the other sounds in their throats, staring at this scene in a daze.
"Zhenping, help me watch these two people." Kasugawa Shugo turned to the black curly-haired man who had just come over and said, and then walked forward without waiting for the other party to respond.
"Hey, you guys, why are you causing trouble now?!"
The chestnut-haired man did not respond, but continued to walk forward. On the other side, Tsukiyama Asari had already taken action.
"Xiao Wu." The man said softly, as if he was not afraid of the gun pointed at him. He slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee on the snow, stretched out his hand to the other party, and called the other party's name again, "Xiao Wu."
The boy pressed his lower lip, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by panic and pain. He just roared in a low voice, like a little beast that was forced into a desperate situation.
"Xiao Wu, it's my brother." Tsukiyama Chaori did not touch the other party's hand holding the gun, but reached out and gently held the other party's shoulder, and moved himself closer. At the same time, Kasugawa Shugo also came to the side of the two people, squatted down, but did not reach out to the other party like the black-haired man.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's safe here." The man with chestnut curly hair spoke, he put his arms around the boy's trembling shoulders from behind, his voice was very soft, and the expression on his face was almost the same gentle as the man next to him.
Tsukiyama reached out his hand, tidied the boy's messy hair aside, held his face and said, "Xiao Wu, look around. We are traveling, this is the forest next to the hotel, you have been rescued, huh? Look who I am..."
Asuka Wu raised his head in a daze, "....Brother?"
Feeling that the situation on Asuka Wu's side had stabilized a little, the black-haired man simply hugged her in his arms and pressed his forehead against her cold forehead. Because of this action, the ** in the boy's hand was directly pressed against the cloth on his chest.
Kasugawa Shugo quickly took off his thick coat and wrapped it around the boy, who was already shivering from the cold. He was only wearing the thin fake two-piece sweater that Matsuda Jinpei had given him before. When he wrapped the boy around, he quickly circled the boy's wrist and snatched the gun from his hand.
Seeing the gun fall to the ground, everyone present finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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