In Conan, we build a criminal gang

[Many people feel that I had a regret at the beginning, that is, I didn’t take revenge, now I will satisfy you! ]

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It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the Mihua Hospital was exceptionally quiet at this moment.

After Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro rushed to the hospital in a panic, they immediately rushed to the operating room on the third floor.

In the corridor outside the operating room, Conan sat quietly on a chair, his fists clenched tightly, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What should I do? How should I explain it to Xiaolan later?" Conan was filled with anxiety and kept thinking about how to deal with the situation.

Just when he was feeling upset, the sound of crisp footsteps was heard.

“Tap, tap, tap!”

Then, a familiar and anxious voice sounded: "Conan!"

Hearing the voice, Conan's heart trembled. He looked up and saw Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro walking towards him quickly.

"Xiao, Sister Xiaolan."

At this time, Xiaolan's face was as pale as paper, and her big eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness. She clenched her fists tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "What happened to Xiaotian? Why did he suddenly go into the operating room?"

Even the usually calm Maori Kogoro showed a serious expression, his eyes full of concern and worry, and he asked anxiously: "Boy, how did Xiaotian get injured? Who hurt him?"

Conan felt guilty, but he didn't dare show it on his face. He could only lower his head and said softly, "I, I don't really know."

In fact, he knew the truth of the matter very well, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Conan knew that once he told Xiaolan and her father about this, they would definitely seek revenge without hesitation. However, the organization was too powerful, and he really didn't want to put Xiaolan and her father in danger. So, he chose to remain silent and pretend to be unaware of it.

"Hey, Ai is here too?" Xiaolan looked at Haibara who had been sitting in the chair without saying a word.

Conan quickly explained: "Ah, that's because Huiyuan was the first one to discover the injured Xiaotian!"

Several people were waiting anxiously outside the corridor. Huiyuan sat on a chair, staring at the door of the operating room without saying a word. Qin Tian's words kept echoing in her mind.

"She is mine."

Then another sentence came into her mind.

“You can’t touch her today as long as I’m here.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let him hurt you."

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Inside the operating room, it was so quiet that only the sound of instruments and the doctors' whispers could be heard.

Qin Tian's small body lay on the operating table, looking so fragile and helpless. The doctor beside him held a sharp scalpel tightly in his hand and was carefully removing the bullet embedded in his body.

Qin Tian's consciousness seemed to be floating between reality and dreams. He seemed to be able to sense everything happening around him, but he could not fully control his thoughts. His subconscious mind was like a bystander, silently watching the scene in the operating room.

In this blurry and strange state, Qin Tian felt as if he was in an illusory world, and everything around him became unreal. He saw the doctors' serious faces, nervous movements, and flashing operating lights, and these scenes intertwined into a distorted picture in front of his eyes.

However, despite being in such a strange state, Qin Tian felt an inexplicable peace. He knew that he was receiving treatment and the doctors were doing their best to save his life. This belief filled his heart with hope and made him believe that he would be able to get through this difficult time.

At this moment, suddenly, he felt his subconscious being pulled hard by something.

Qin Tian was shocked: "Oh no! Am I really going to die?"

He tried to resist, but the force was too strong for him to resist.

Just when Qin Tian felt desperate, he suddenly found that his body began to become transparent.

"What is going on? Am I going to disappear?"

His heart was filled with fear and unwillingness, but he was powerless to change the status quo.

At this moment, on a rooftop, a young man was sitting on the edge, enjoying the cool breeze, quietly looking at the brightly lit streets below, with a smile on his face.

"This world is so beautiful, but it's just not suitable for me...!"

"I don't want to come here again in my next life!"

As he spoke, the young man stood up and prepared to jump over the railing and off the roof.

However, at this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and then he felt as if his body was sucked away by an invisible force.

"Hey, isn't this the rooftop I came to in my previous life? How did I get back?"

The young man looked at the familiar environment with astonishment, and a strong sense of doubt surged in his heart.

He is Qin Tian. He clearly remembers that he was just in the Conan world, watching himself undergoing surgery.

And now, he was back on the rooftop, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Tian touched his face, feeling the cold night wind, his heart in confusion.

He tried hard to recall what had happened before, and finally remembered that his subconscious seemed to be pulled by something, and then came back.

"Could it be that I was brought back here by a mysterious force just now?"

Qin Tian frowned, thinking about the reason.

He looked down at his feet. The height of dozens of floors made him feel a little dizzy.

If I jumped down, I would definitely be smashed to pieces. I really don’t know where I got the courage to jump down.

But he did not retreat immediately, instead he took a deep breath.

Qin Tian looked at the dimly lit street below again, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes.

"Now that I'm back, there are some accounts that must be settled and some vengeance that must be avenged."

There was a wicked smile on his lips. God gave him a chance to come back. If he didn't do something, he might as well die.

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After Qin Tian left the rooftop, he went straight back home. The moment he opened the door, everything familiar in the room came into view, as if time had gone back and brought him back to the past. Looking at the scenes before him, his eyes unconsciously moistened, and tears slid down his cheeks.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" Qin Tian whispered softly, his voice filled with unspeakable heaviness and sadness. He slowly raised his head, his eyes firm and resolute, "This time, I will make those who bullied us pay a heavy price!"

Qin Tian's eyes stopped at a photo hanging on the wall, which was a family portrait. He walked towards the photo with heavy steps, stretched out his trembling hands and gently touched each person in the photo, with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, a sudden knock on the door broke the silence. Then, the door was suddenly opened and three figures rushed in. One of the men wearing glasses said unceremoniously: "You are Qin Tian, ​​right? When will you pay us back the money you owe us?"

Qin Tian turned his head and looked coldly at the three strange yet familiar faces. Past memories kept flashing through his mind. These people were the culprits who forced his parents to death and caused his family to be destroyed.

He clenched his fists tightly, and a strong killing intent surged in his heart. He really wanted to kill these three people immediately. However, reason told him that the time was not yet ripe and he needed to wait. So he took a deep breath, loosened his fists, and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart.

This time, he wants to send this whole family to hell, and he will not let those two trolls on the Internet go either.