Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yin Jiu made a final confirmation, tapping the edge of the bed with one hand, as if weighing something. "You have to know that the other party chose to do this on a day like a class reunion. No matter how big the hatred is, he probably doesn't cherish you that much. It may not be worth it for you to help him like this."

"I know," Suzuki Ayako's expression was also complicated. Her eyes fell on the boy who didn't look shocked at all and even calmly helped her analyze the pros and cons. "It's really sad that this happened, but after all, we are good classmates for many years. No matter what he thinks of us, I still want to help him to the best of my ability. So... please give him a chance if you can."

"I understand," Yin Jiu nodded, and said no more, "I won't expose his identity directly, I will try my best to persuade him to surrender."

"Of course, the premise is that I really find out who the criminal is first."

"Thank you then. My promise will always be valid no matter what." Suzuki Ayako looked at Yin Jiu deeply and left the room.

"So you're sure that Takahashi is the murderer? Why don't you tell her?" Conan was a little confused when listening to their conversation, but he soon figured it out.

There is no doubt that these two people are making a deal.

But it was not what he imagined. The two men were obviously planning to persuade the murderer to surrender!

Conan felt extremely upset. He had already figured out the murderer's method of committing the crime, but why?

Why did Yin Jiu lock on Gao Qiao at first sight?

And what about the murderer's motive?

How come it seems like the two of them have completely figured out how similar they are?

"Who told you it must be Takahashi's?"

Yin Jiu checked the lock on the window without looking up. "Although he is indeed a big suspect, we can't be too sure. What if we identify the wrong person? How sad will Brother Gaoqiao be?"

"And now Suzuki Ayako came up to me and asked me not to say it. Even if it's for the sake of Sonoko-san and Xiaolan-san, I shouldn't destroy the friendship between classmates like this."

Yin Jiu finally tapped the lock on the window with his fingers and walked towards the bed.

"But this is the truth! Are you just going to watch the murderer get away with it?" Conan crawled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, looking in the direction of Yin Jiu in disbelief.

"How did he get away with it?" Yin Jiu lay directly on the bed, sprawling himself out. "The police will be here tomorrow, and they will definitely investigate this matter. Besides, this is not something I, a high school student, should be involved in."

Yin Jiu consciously gave up the task and planned tomorrow's itinerary. "Rather than researching who the criminal is, I am more worried about another problem."

"What's the problem?" Conan was stunned. His hand subconsciously moved from his chin to his knees and his body leaned forward slightly.

"What are we going to eat for lunch tomorrow?" Yin Jiu put his hands behind his head, feeling very melancholy. "This happened tonight. Reasonably speaking, no one will prepare breakfast tomorrow, but I haven't eaten enough tonight..."

Yin Jiu paused. Human food had no effect on filling him up, but he was indeed a little hungry tonight.

It was all because of the bad luck culprit next to him. Yin Jiu's eyes swept over Conan. If he was really hungry in the middle of the night, maybe he could try the taste of something tender on the outside but old on the inside.

Conan felt a chill on his neck when he saw Yin Jiu's suddenly cold gaze. He smiled awkwardly and reached for the light switch. "It's late. If you're hungry, go to bed early. Otherwise, you might be too hungry to sleep in a while."

"Ah."

The boy responded obediently, curling up under the covers and closing his eyes, and Conan suddenly came back to his senses.

"?"

WTF?

How did the topic get diverted?

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Here, Conan was lying in bed, depressed, thinking about the criminal's motives.

Yin Jiu was not feeling well either. He curled up in a dream, with countless faces in his dreams, with strange expressions that seemed to be laughing, crying, or crazy. The different background images combined into the most familiar scenes, and then re-presented in the most terrifying way, one dream within another.

. . . .

Conan was lying flat on his back with a frown on his face.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of wind blowing on the other side of the window.

"?!!!"

Conan raised his head in a daze, and saw a bandaged man in a robe, holding an axe and chopping towards Yin Jiu.

"Yin Jiu!!!"

Conan roared and threw himself forward subconsciously.

However, the opposite happened. The child's body was too thin, and Conan was thrown to Yin Jiu's side in an instant with the bandaged man.

"Yin Jiu, wake up!"

Conan endured the pain and pinched Yin Jiu's collar with both hands, but suddenly stopped. Yin Jiu's body temperature was ice-cold, not like a living person!

"!?"

Conan felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he realized that Yin Jiu's expression was somewhat painful. The boy's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were pale, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. His pale complexion made him look more like he had some serious illness and was immersed in a nightmare.

"Yin Jiu!!"

Conan saw out of the corner of his eye that the bandaged man raised the axe again, so he had to throw himself on Yin Jiu again and knock him off the bed.

"boom!"

With a crash, Yin Jiu also opened his eyes. He first checked the surrounding environment, and then was surprised to find a large group of emotional values ​​approaching him rapidly.

"Thanks, Conan." Yin Jiu picked up Conan, who was curled up on the ground with his feet hugged, and dodged to the side nimbly.

The axe hit the wall with a loud bang, and at the same time, two streams of emotion dissipated from his arms and the front respectively.

Yin Jiu didn't want to fight anymore. He picked up Conan without hesitation, opened the door and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Help!!!!!!! Murder!!!"

The noise here immediately attracted the attention of others. The bandaged man probably didn't expect Yin Jiu to be so unsportsmanlike. Seeing that there was movement at the door of the next room, he immediately retreated.

"What's going on?" When Mao Lilan opened the door, she saw Yin Jiu holding Conan. Both of them looked a little embarrassed but still intact.

Others also arrived one after another.

Yin Jiu glanced around and saw Takahashi standing at the back, changing Conan from being held in a princess hug to being carried on his back.

"Hey, put me down."

Conan was twisting his body restlessly, but Yin Jiu held him up with both hands and held him more firmly.

"You sprained your ankle. If the bandage freak suddenly appears, no one will be able to rescue you in time."

Yin Jiu looked down at Conan's feet, and while turning around, he lowered his voice and added, "Don't you want to find evidence of the criminal's crime? Children have limited vision, so you stay on my back so that it will be easier to observe."

Now Conan stopped moving. He looked around quietly, observing everyone's clothes and expressions.

"There are no muddy footprints on the ground. The criminal didn't come in from outside." Conan whispered in Yin Jiu's ear, "The other party insisted on attacking you. Did you do something?"

"Nothing." Yin Jiu blinked, and then he warned, "Don't guess randomly later. We promised Lingzi to persuade the other party to surrender. We must do what we promised. This is the spirit of the contract."

"Hey, what conditions did Ayako agree to?" Conan seriously suspected that Yin Jiu was blinded by the generous conditions offered by Suzuki Ayako, and couldn't help but whispered a reminder, "Life is more important now, right? The other party's target is you."

"Why do you think my life is in danger?" Yin Jiu looked at Conan in confusion.

"Is not it?"

"Of course," Yin Jiu glanced at the people in the room obscurely, "Now that we are all gathered together, if we know the identity of the murderer, the criminal hiding in the dark cannot pose any threat to us."

"You're being too absolute." Conan had obviously experienced a lot of ups and downs, and he disapproved of such remarks. "The other party is a prop master. If the power is cut off and he disguises himself, it would be easy..."

Conan had only said half of his words when the lights in the living room suddenly flickered, and with a slight click, the entire living room fell into darkness.

"The power is out?!"

"..."

Conan, you are such a bad guy!