Jiang Lai walked quickly, planned the route in his mind, and headed towards the direction described by Xiao Natsume.

Zhu Fu Jingguang passed by: "Do you have any self-defense items?"

"A small knife? And a small can of chili water." Jiang Lai patted his pocket and replied.

It was his habit to carry some small self-defense gear that was not troublesome and usually would not be checked.

"..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a few seconds, "Don't confront me head-on."

Jiang Lai nodded: "I know."

These self-defense tools of his can only be used temporarily in times of crisis, with the emphasis on catching the enemy by surprise. However, if faced with real guns and live bullets, they obviously have no advantage in a gunfight.

"Remember to hold onto your cell phone and be ready to call the police at any time."

Jiang Lai: “Okay.”

It is not easy to find people in the forest. There are many overlapping bushes and tree shadows, and underfoot are half-dried leaves and branches. Conan and Kurosawa Akira are walking in the forest.

...Where on earth did those two guys go? Conan's half-moon eyes. Next time, I still have to remind them to bring their communication tools. Even if they don't bring their cell phones, they should bring their detective badges.

"Conan."

A cold boy's voice came from behind. Conan thought to himself, "Please stop being so enthusiastic and call me "Edogawa" for better comfort." Then he turned around and saw the silver-haired boy frowning slightly: "...It smells like blood."

Conan stopped abruptly when he heard that. As he concentrated, he could smell the smell of blood in the air besides the smell of branches and soil.

Conan's heart suddenly calmed down, and his alert nerves were aroused. His eyes moved around, and he caught a glimpse of the scene in a corner, and his heart suddenly trembled!

"!"

At the same time, a great force came from his arm, and Conan was pulled by Kurosawa Akira to dodge behind the bushes on the side.

"Don't move, don't make any noise." Kurosawa Akira lowered his voice.

Conan still looked a little frightened, but he quickly adjusted himself and looked out from the gaps between the branches.

There was a faint rustling sound not far outside. There was an old man with white hair lying on the ground. He was probably a corpse now. The man in the black cap took something out of the corpse's arms and put it into the bag he was carrying.

In the other hand was a sharp knife that was still dripping with blood.

“……!”

Conan's pupils shrank slightly. This is a murder scene!

His breathing quickened a little, but he still tried to calm down.

Fallen autumn leaves piled up at his feet, and the numbness in his legs forced him to change his posture slightly. His steps moved unconsciously, making a sound of friction and crackling against the fallen leaves.

The man in the black cap immediately turned his head around!

"!!" Conan's heart suddenly tightened. He opened the anesthetic needle of his watch, aimed at the dial, and prepared to respond.

"Run away later!" Conan said in a low voice to Kurosawa Akira beside him, but the silver-haired boy half lowered his head, and it was unknown whether he heard what he said.

In fact, the silver-haired boy has been maintaining this posture since he saw the murder scene.

The tall man, holding a sharp knife in his hand, stepped forward step by step, and the blood on the blade dripped onto the ground.

The sound of his heartbeat was clearly ringing in his ears. Conan tried his best to calm his mind. After calculating the appropriate distance, he jumped out first. The anesthetic needle reflected slightly in the air, but the man raised his arm and the needle's target was blocked.

——The material of the man’s long sleeves seemed to be very special. Even the anesthetic needle shot at such a high speed could not penetrate it...!

Conan's heart sank. The other party raised his knife and sneered: "Oh? Kids? It's a pity that you saw it. I can't keep you here."

The adults walked faster than the children. The guy stepped forward with a knife and stabbed Conan fiercely!

“——!”

Conan quickly dodged to the back, and now had to retreat back to the bushes. Kurosawa Akira was still there with his head half lowered, and the man in the duckbill cap was already approaching with a knife in his hand.

"Wake up, Kurosawa! Stop daydreaming!"

In desperation, Conan could only grab Kurosawa Akira and hide in this place with some difficulty.

——I hope that if you find that there are fewer people when you gather, you can come and find them as soon as possible!

The two figures gradually moved to the side of the old man's body, and the flowing blood soaked the ground beneath their bodies.

The ground here was not flat, and Conan accidentally fell to the ground when he was distracted, and Kurosawa Akira beside him also sat on the ground, with his hands in the blood puddle on the ground, causing small bloodstains.

Sticky, black blood stained his hands. Kurosawa Akira raised his arm, staring at the red liquid under his long eyelashes, watching it flow from his fingers down his arm.

“…”

The moment Conan raised his eyes, he saw the man swinging his knife towards Kurosawa Akira who was closest to him!

The word "be careful" in my throat was about to come out, but the silver-haired boy in front of me had already raised his head——

The dark green eyes looked more like grey pupils when viewed from the side. He stared into the unsuspecting man's eyes, then opened his mouth softly, uttering a semi-indistinct and cold word.

Conan tried to identify the shape of the lips at this critical moment, and it seemed to be——

[Kill yourself.]

Then an incredible scene happened immediately before my eyes.

The opponent's sharp knife, which was originally aimed at Kurosawa Akira, suddenly turned an arc in the air and stabbed himself instead!

Under Conan's incredulous eyes, the man in the black duck cap held the knife and slit his throat with stiff but forceful movements!

"!!"

How, how is this possible! This must be fake!!

Conan's eyes were dull.

What is that?! Is it a short-term forced psychological suggestion? But this level is too——

The man fell forward, hot blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on the silver-haired boy's face. However, his reaction was very calm, he just raised his hand and gently wiped it, and his gray eyes gradually turned to Conan on the side.

Conan's pupils suddenly shrank. He stared blankly at the expressionless silver-haired boy in front of him. He felt his body stiff and his mind went blank.

A horrible, bone-chilling chill rose up his back, and Conan subconsciously clenched his fist, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of his palm.

"Xiao Zhao, Conan!"

A familiar voice sounded, breaking the eerie atmosphere!

Conan caught a glimpse of a black-haired young man running out from behind the bushes.

Jiang Lai felt something was wrong when he smelled blood. Zhu Fu Jingguang beside him moved quickly and went to the front to check the situation. Jiang Lai quickened his pace and followed closely. What he saw when he looked up was this bloody scene.

"!" Jiang Lai paused, then quickly stepped forward, "Are you guys okay?!"

——Sure enough, something happened!

Jiang Lai glanced at the person on the ground. He didn't know the old man, but the young man looked somewhat familiar - he was the guy who parted ways with Amuro Toru outside the convenience store.

Is he dead now? What happened?

"Are you injured?" Jiang Lai half-knelt down to check on the two teenagers, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to call the police.

There was blood on Kurosawa Akira's fingers, but it was just blood. He blinked lightly, and his gray pupils were replaced by dark green. His expression became lively again: "What... why are there blood all over! Ugh... ugh..."

The other party vomited and then threw himself into Jiang Lai's arms, his fingers tightly grasping the corner of Jiang Lai's clothes, his body trembling slightly. Jiang Lai hugged him, patted his back gently, and soothed him: "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, relax, don't be afraid."

Conan: ...Obviously, this group is the scariest!

Now he no longer knew whether the silver-haired boy in front of him was acting or was really shaking.

There was still the fear that had just been tightly grasped in my heart.

——Which one is the other person’s true appearance?

Conan's eyes were still dull. Seeing Jiang Lai looking at him with the same concern, he could only forcefully raise the corners of his lips and reveal a smile that didn't quite look like a smile in response.

He also couldn't see through Jiang Lai. Was this guy, Kurosawa Akira's nominal guardian, really surprised, or had he expected this kind of disguise?

Conan breathed in and out silently, he clenched his fists to try to retract his thoughtful look and not reveal any difference between himself and a child.

The soul body of Morofu Jingguang had a serious expression on his face, and scanned the scene with his sharp eyes as a police officer. He noticed the man who had just died on the ground. Judging from the wounds, bloodstains, and posture, it was most likely suicide.

But...why would he commit suicide?

His thoughts were tangled up in a ball, and Morofushi Kagemitsu's eyes gently swept over Kurosawa Akira who was trembling in Jiang Lai's arms, and Conan who was stiff.

——What exactly happened?

At the same time, there was a slight sound of dead branches being trampled behind them. At this juncture, everyone was very sensitive and they all turned their heads to look!

A young man with short blond hair and dark skin appeared there, his eyes mixed with a hint of surprise, which quickly disappeared into the heavy purple-gray color. His eyes scanned the bloody and chaotic scene in front of him.

...It's Toru Amuro!

Jiang Lai hugged Kurosawa Akira tightly in his arms.

“……” Facing such a murder scene, Toru Amuro showed the same alert expression as an ordinary person.

Jiang Lai immediately replied: "The murderer is dead, I have called the police." He held Kurosawa Akira in his arms, with only a little silver hair showing.

Amuro Toru's eyes swept across and landed on the dead man. He took a few steps forward with a surprised look: "Ah, this piece of clothing and the cloth bag... Could it be Mr. Yamamoto?"

Jiang Lai was slightly startled, and watched Amuro Toru walk up to the man's body: "It turned out to be Mr. Yamamoto, what happened?"

"..." Jiang Lai didn't know how to reply.

In fact, he felt that even from a distance, with Toru Amuro's ability, he would have been able to recognize the person lying on the ground.

So the purpose of coming here deliberately at this moment is——

"…I need to tell the teacher." Conan finally recovered from his trance and murmured.

"That's right." Jiang Lai took over Conan's words and took out his cell phone from his pocket. "I'll tell the teacher in charge so that she won't worry."

Kurosawa Akira in Jiang Lai's arms felt a lot calmer at this time. He wanted to raise his head, but was secretly held down by Jiang Lai.

...If Toru Amuro saw my face, he would definitely recognize me.

Jiang Lai's heart was pounding. He held Kurosawa Akira in his arms in an unobtrusive manner, signaling him not to look up.

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Conan (Pupil tremor): I have endured too much.jpg

Jiang Lai after reading the comics: ...I knew the organization wouldn't create simple children!

Touko's eye color follows the manga setting, which is purple-grayww