[Conan Doujin] Let's become smaller together · Part 1

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04:22 AM

The sky was slightly brighter, but the surrounding area was still gloomy.At this point in time, even the sanitation workers have not yet started working.

The dilapidated wooden door was crumbling, and when the wind blew, there was a 'cracking' sound.It formed a subtle chord with the sound of a middle-aged drunk snoring late at night lying under the street lamp in the alley more than 20 meters away from the wooden door.

The night in Nagano Prefecture is still a bit cold, and the humidity has been relatively high recently. The middle-aged man who only wears a suit looks like he is going to be seriously ill.

There was a soft sound of chains, and the broken wooden door was opened with a "squeak".

A sunny-looking man stuck his head out, looked around casually but cautiously, and took a moment before throwing out a bag of trash before returning to the house.

Everything returned to calm again.The wooden door is still "cracking", and the middle-aged is still snoring.

About 10 minutes later, the sunny man came out again.This time, he was wearing a high-necked windbreaker and a low-pressed peaked cap. His whole body was wrapped airtightly, and he walked tremblingly with his hands crossed over his chest.

He walked up to the hangover man, shook him and called, "Hey, hey! Are you okay?"

He took a look at the man.The man's suit was slightly damp, which was due to the heavy fog at night.The whole body huddled together as if trying to keep warm, but unfortunately, the whole body was flushed with cold, and it felt cold to the touch.His breathing was not so smooth, and he would cough unconsciously after a few minutes, and his nose was blown by the cold wind and froze on his face.The strong smell of alcohol made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but want to sneeze a few times.

"Tch, I thought it was plainclothes! I haven't found this place for so long, the Nagano prefectural police are really useless. Wasting my time." The sunny man's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc, and his temperament suddenly changed. became dark.

He stood up, and a black tube that was not so conspicuous in the dark night slowly retracted from the outside of the left sleeve.

"Da da da……"

The knocking sound of leather shoes and cement floor is very clear in this lonely time, and it is transmitted very far in the deserted street.

Suddenly there was the sound of an ambulance. From two or three streets away, although it was weakened a lot, it was still very clear when it came here.

"No way?"

The sunny man was only a few steps away from the corner.He suddenly looked back to where he came from, it was empty and there was no one there.

Not long after, the ambulance drove away again.

"Hey, I'm so nervous."

He turned his head and continued walking around the corner.

It was dark around the corner, and there was no one there.Except for the street lights, only the lights of his destination not far away - the 24-hour convenience store are on.

He walked quickly into the convenience store, and came out with a few lunch boxes and drinks in less than a minute.

"Come again next time~" The hearty voice of the young man on the night shift at the convenience store was cut in half by the glass door, making it look muffled.

"Bah." The man casually spit out a mouthful of phlegm at the mouth of the sewer, "The time will pass if we can't find it, you really are a troublesome brat!"

The cell phone in the man's pocket suddenly vibrated.He held the bag in his left hand and answered the phone with his right hand: "Caney?"

"Mr. Endo, the plane is about to take off. You'll pick me up at the airport in half an hour." Before the man finished speaking, a cold female voice came from the other side of the phone.

"You made a mistake." The man returned impatiently, and kicked away the drunk man who was blocking the road at the corner.

"Eh? Isn't this number 090-4417-8723?" The female voice was a little surprised.

The man didn't bother to answer, his phone number was 080, and he didn't need to listen to the rest.

He snapped the phone off, stuffed it into his pocket indiscriminately, and was about to take out the key to open the door.

"!"

The moment the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, the first thing he saw was not the familiar anti-theft door, but the black muzzle of a gun aimed at him from three different directions! !

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to close the wooden door, and his body also dodged to the left rear, but he felt that the heart on his back was pressed against a hard object!

"Who are you?? I'm going to call the police!" He seemed flustered but said firmly, throwing the bag in his left hand to the ground.