Conan and I start the hell-level main line

In the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, near noon, more and more tourists finished their morning carnival in the amusement park and returned to the hotel with satisfaction and exhaustion. More and more people began to gather, all waiting for the elevator.

At this time, the elevator door that had just landed on the first floor opened, and what appeared was a shoulder soaked in blood, a bloodstain on the chest cut by a sharp weapon, disheveled hair, and a frightening look between the hair. All the tourists took a step back, wondering if this elevator was a blind box, and why such a person suddenly appeared.

Dressed in black, with long hair covering the face, if it is not a ghost, then what kind of cosplay outfit is this, a ghost? . .

Everyone was thinking the same thing and no one was willing to step forward. Although she was a woman, no one would like her if she looked like this.

"Huh...Huh..." Ballantine's walked out, holding the elevator door frame. When the tourists saw her, they unconsciously took a step back. Some kind-hearted tourists wanted to go up to help her, but were frightened back by Ballantine's vigilant and cold eyes.

For this killer who has fallen into endless darkness, no one would like her. The frozen heart has made her no longer used to speaking, making most people in the organization displeased with her.

What happened to her? Perhaps, we should ask the only person in the world who truly cares about her.

Ballantine walked out of the hotel, struggled to the parking lot, then fell to the ground and fainted.

Soon, a middle-aged man with thick dark circles under his eyes came over. Looking at Ballantine, who was covered in sweat, blood, and scars, he felt that she looked pitiful and sad, just like the first time he saw her.

Hennessy sighed and shook his head, then picked her up and took her away.

"You didn't disappoint me."

……

In the council hall, Conan paced back and forth on the balcony, feeling very worried. A lot of time had passed, and he wondered how Natsume-hoshi was doing. Would he be more reckless than me if he went there alone?

But Conan still has confidence in his most respected friend and teacher. Natsume-kun is so smart and usually looks wise but foolish. He should be able to save his life.

Kogoro Mouri was sitting on a chair, and Officer Nakamori next to him had fallen asleep out of boredom. Suzuki Jirokichi was much more solemn but not much different. As for Itsuki, Kogoro Mouri took a closer look and found that he had been looking at his cell phone from beginning to end, without any sign of annoyance at all.

Maybe they have other things to do, or maybe it's just a difference in their state of mind.

Maori Kogoro glanced at the door of the parliament hall, and saw no movement. "Why hasn't that brat Natsume come back yet? Is he as arrogant as that Naraki who chased him back and ended up getting killed?"

"Well, I'll go check it out myself. If it's cold, I'll have to take it back."

(Natsume Hoshi: Am I such a loser in your eyes? Why can’t anyone think positively of me?)

Kogoro Mouri walked out of the council hall. The unwanted scrap metal that was all over the floor had been taken away by the staff to earn pocket money, but the traces left behind were still shocking to see.

Maori Kogoro looked around and found Natsume Hoshi, but he was lying in the corridor, unconscious.

"Hey, my excellent labor force, ah, my excellent student, please don't die. If you die, who will take care of the accounts of my office this month?" Mouri Kogoro ran up anxiously, lifted up Natsume Hoshi and patted his face.

Seeing that he had just fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief, confirmed that there was no danger, and quickly took him back to the council hall.

"We found the person." As soon as Maori Kogoro came back, he threw Natsume Star on the ground, as if he was on display for people to see.

"Natsume-san?" Conan used his lovely big eyes to check Natsume-san's body and found a red mark on his neck, which looked like he was knocked unconscious.

Officer Nakamori: "I saw that this boy usually had a good fight with Hakuba Tanjiro Kid, so I thought he was very alert, but he was knocked unconscious before he could get far."

Suzuki Jirokichi: "As long as everyone is okay, I'm glad."

"Uh... where am I?..." Natsume opened his eyes in a daze. He was really confused. He didn't expect that he would hit so hard and the switch on his neck would be so sensitive.

Conan squatted beside Natsume and breathed a sigh of relief. (???) "Natsume-san, look at my hand. See how many fingers I have extended?"

Natsume Hoshi(?_?): "Conan, I feel like you look down on me..."

Suzuki Jirokichi: "What's the situation outside?"

Natsume Xing shook his head, "I was knocked unconscious as soon as I went out, how would I know..."

"It's okay now. The assassin has run away." Yitelin still sat in the chair unmoved. He just glanced at Natsume Hoshi when he was brought back by Maori Kogoro, showing no interest.

Yitelin checked the time, turned off his phone, and said, "Okay, now that we're back, let's get back to the original topic."

Officer Nakamori: Weren't we originally talking about Kaito Kidd? The sudden appearance of the assassin interrupted the flow, and now they don't know what to do.

Maori Kogoro: "Wait a minute, Mr. Itlin, before that, I want to ask you one more question. Who are those people?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Suzuki Jirokichi and Officer Nakamori also looked over. This was what they wanted to ask. They had basically been dealing with Kaito Kid and had never been involved in the affairs of Red and Black. Now that they had seen it with their own eyes, how could they not want to know.

Conan was looking at Kogoro Mori. He didn't expect Uncle Mori to delve into this in detail. But it was true that the hundreds of corpses floating on the sea at the end of the Aphrodite incident really planted the seeds of an inescapable fate for all of us.

Uncle Maori, Xiaolan, it seems that all of us are gradually beginning to touch that realm.

Itlin did not answer, but looked at Maori Kogoro indifferently. After waiting for a while, he stood up, stretched out his hand and invited everyone to sit down.

Maori Kogoro and the other four sat down opposite Itinerary one by one with doubts in their eyes. It seemed that it was more of a joint inquiry than a meeting.

After all, this is all about one's own safety.

But unfortunately, this is not the last time after all. The light cannot protect us forever, and the darkness is still with us. At least for now, we can neither escape nor avoid it.

Suzuki Jirokichi: "Mr. Itlin, waves of assassins are coming for you. You should know them, right? Can you let us know who they are?"

Officer Nakamori nodded. "And the man and woman who confronted Kidd last night, do you know who they are?"

Yitelin narrowed his eyes, sat in deep meditation, looking at him, deep and unfathomable, as if there were infinite secrets in his heart, but unfortunately, the time had not come yet.

Seeing that Itelin remained silent, Maori Kogoro felt something was wrong and became even more confused. He asked, "Excuse me, do you have any unspeakable secrets?"

Natsume and Conan also looked over, they knew more about the organization but also wanted to see if they could get some information from the man who was confronting the black side head-on.

Maybe it's all about himself, aggressive, after a long time, Yitlin spoke lightly, a sentence that no one could understand, and rejected all the words.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you, and you can't know them. This is not your world."

The five people looked at each other in bewilderment. At this rate, shouldn't they give an explanation? Why is it like this?

Natsume Xing reacted immediately and understood the hidden meaning of the words. Perhaps this was a protection for the weak or the uninformed.

[Civilians, this is not something you can interfere with. This is a matter of life and death. This is our war.]