The Split-Actress in Conan's World

It was pitch black all around.

There was no sound.

Suddenly, a red light jumped out of the void and flickered quietly.

Haibara Ai wanted to shout out loud, but no sound came out when she opened her mouth.

The air seemed to freeze, making her unable to breathe.

The red light spread rapidly and expanded into a huge fireball. The surging flames spread out and enveloped the entire world.

The hot breath gathered into a ball and hit her fair skin, reflecting a crystal red color.

Soon, she was engulfed by the raging sea of ​​fire.

Haibara Ai woke up suddenly, her back was wet with sweat, and the cold material of her clothes stuck to her skin, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

The moment she woke up, she unconsciously opened her mouth and took deep breaths. The suffocating feeling of despair gripped her throat and she almost drowned in her dream.

However, the smoke that rushed into her trachea choked her and made her cough repeatedly, and her delicate eyebrows were furrowed.

"Awake?" Glenfiddich, leaning against the fireplace, put out his cigarette on the wall, leaving a black burn mark on the wallpaper.

Only then did Haibara Ai wake up completely and sat up alertly. She looked down at her current situation, lying on a sofa, covered with a loose cleaning uniform.

"I was planning to let you pass, but who would have thought that you had such bad luck and got caught by Pisco again." He patted his collar to get rid of the smell of cigarette, then sat down on the sofa with a playful tone.

Huiyuan Ai just grabbed the edge of her clothes tightly: "I don't know you, you've got the wrong person."

Gryffindor exaggeratedly pretended to be sad, and reached out to pick up her brown hair, "That's really hurtful..."

"Do you think I'm the type who would mistake someone for you?"

"Shirley?"

Huihara Ai's heart trembled, but she still tried her best to remain calm: "I don't know who Shirley you are talking about. As you can see, I'm just a seven-year-old child."

"You know what, Shirley?" Grenfiddich actually sighed, showing a rare look of disappointment, "I have always protected you too well, and even cultivated a kind of naivety in you."

He gently touched the mole on his ear and spoke in a low voice.

"I know more than you think."

"Pisco has already told Gin that you were captured, and Gin is on his way now."

Ai Huibara knew Grenfiddich. He never lied to anyone. When he was sure of something, no amount of argument could convince him.

He really confirmed her identity.

At this point, Huibara bit her lip and looked at him angrily, "Are you going to hand me over to Gin?"

"Do you think I have a good relationship with him?" Gryffindor asked back lightly.

"Then kill me right here. Rather than falling into his hands, dying in your hands like my sister might be a better fate." Huibara laughed miserably.

Glenfiddich just shook his head.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings."

"If it was before, you would never be able to resist Gin."

"But now the situation has reversed," his eyes flickered mysteriously, "you made that medicine."

"As long as you choose to return to the organization, it will be Gin who will be executed."

Glenfiddich raised the corners of his lips slightly and spoke in an almost bewitching tone, like a devil tempting mortals.

"How about returning to this world?"

"You want me to go back to that man-eating hell..."

Huiyuan looked at him with gritted teeth and said clearly word by word: "Don't even think about dying!"

Glenfiddich was not surprised. He got up from the sofa, took a bottle of Fino Sherry from the wine rack next to him, and looked at the label.

"After you escaped, I realized one thing." He pulled out the cork, put the bottle mouth to his nose, sniffed it, and showed an intoxicated look.

"You don't hate me, actually."

"Yes, I killed your sister, but you don't hate me."

He stretched his hand holding the bottle upward, as if clinking glasses with the air, then he turned around and danced a solo waltz with a cheerful step.

"If there's no bomb for me, there'll be a sniper rifle for Chianti, or a Beretta for gin, or even a Glock for vodka."

“If it’s not at the port on that day, it will be in the next abandoned warehouse, or in some unknown alley.”

He took a sip of the wine in his hand and frowned in dissatisfaction. This bottle had probably been stored in a damp place for too long, so the taste was a bit sour.

He curled his lips and poured it on the floor. The clear wine flowed out smoothly, fell on the wooden floor, and splashed everywhere, but not a drop of wine jumped onto his windbreaker.

"You know, I wasn't the one who killed your sister."

Glenfiddich narrowed his eyes, threw away the empty bottle, pinched the corners of his mouth with both hands and pulled them down, making a sad look.

"It's your sister's weakness."

"It's your weakness."

"Remember those people who bullied you in the past?"

He sat down again, looked at the silent Huibara Ai, and sighed imperceptibly.

"After I accidentally shot and injured a few people, they never dared to bother you again."

"Do you think they are afraid of the gun in my hand? No, no, no, in a place like New York, there are too many people with guns."

"It's because after a while of making a fuss, nothing came of it. No matter they called the police, complained to the court, or turned to the mafia, everything was calm and there was no trouble at all."

"What they are afraid of is the power behind all this. They know that I am a strong person that they cannot afford to offend."

"Only the strong have the right to protect others."

Grunfiddie pulled out a Desert Eagle from his windbreaker pocket, pulled the safety, and gently stroked the pattern on the gun: "This is the law of nature, the iron law of survival."

He grabbed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle, put the grip into Haibara Ai's hand, and led her finger to the trigger.

"In a lion group, adult cubs are qualified to challenge the old lion king."

"When it successfully defeats the old lion king, it will be able to replace him and become the new king."

He lowered his head, adjusted the muzzle of the gun, put it against his forehead, stared straight at Huibara Ai, and released his hand.

"As long as you fire this gun, no one here will know your identity and whereabouts, and you will be able to escape before Gin arrives."

"Pull the trigger, and you will transform from a weakling into the new king."

Grunfiddi murmured softly, every word from his mouth was bewitching Huibara Ai, "Shoot! Shoot!", he even slowly closed his eyes.

Huibara Ai's hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the gun. Her eyes were struggling, but her index finger on the trigger seemed to be sealed and she couldn't pull the trigger for a long time.

"Ah."

Grenfiddich smiled slyly, "I told you, you don't hate me."

"Even though I've killed countless people and am a devil, you don't hate me."

"Little white rabbit, you are too soft-hearted."

Haibara Ai's throat was dry and she couldn't speak. She held the gun with difficulty, but she looked non-threatening at all.

"Why don't we add some code?" Grenfiddich took out his phone and pulled up a photo that was taken at some unknown time. It was Conan. "The guy next to you is called Kudo Shinichi, right?"

"If you don't shoot me now, I'm going to kill this guy."

That evil smile appeared on his face again. Huihara's dry white lips trembled, and her face was pale. Her expression was painful and bitter.

She suddenly turned the gun, pointed it at her own forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

chapped.

The sound of an empty chamber being struck was so crisp that Haibara Ai broke out in a cold sweat. She lost all her strength and collapsed on the sofa.

Glenfiddich calmly picked up the Desert Eagle that had fallen beside him and skillfully removed the magazine.

He shook the empty magazine in front of Haibara Ai and smiled as if he had succeeded in playing a prank.

"empty."

"I know you too well, Shiho." He reloaded the ammunition, pressed the safety, and put the Desert Eagle away.

"You always like to escape, just like when we first met, I raised my hand and you thought it was a slap, so you closed your eyes."

"Closing your eyes won't help, but you just don't dare to face it. As long as you close your eyes, you can be like an ostrich and pretend it doesn't exist."

"You neither wanted to kill me nor to see innocent people die. Faced with this dilemma, you chose to escape and end your life."

"But there's no point in running away. Even if you close your eyes, the slap will still fall. Even if you kill yourself, it won't stop me from killing Kudo Shinichi."

Glenfiddich took out a lollipop, unwrapped it and put it in his mouth.

"You have to keep your eyes on the enemy's hand and dodge, block, or counterattack when it is about to fall."

"If you hold the gun, even if you don't kill me, you can break my legs or hands. There are plenty of ways to deprive me of my ability to move."

He touched Huibara Ai's head in disappointment.

"You have to try to learn to grow up."

“Not all destinies can be avoided.”

Having said this, Glenfiddich stood up listlessly and lit a cigarette.

He walked towards the door, leaving Huiyuan Ai with a lonely back view. He raised the hand holding the cigarette and waved: "It's too early for you to challenge the Lion King. Learn to survive first."

"Gin will be here in five minutes. Think about how to escape from him."

The wooden door slammed shut, and then the sound of it being locked was heard.

Huibara Ai curled up into a ball, feeling cold.

She hugged the cleaning clothes tightly.