Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Mori Kogoro and Conan arrived at the scene almost at the same time.

A black-haired woman in a yukata fell in front of the Japanese room door on the second floor of the accommodation after the hot spring, and the bright red blood on the back of her waist slowly smeared on the snow-white yukata.

A middle-aged woman next to her trembled and dared not touch her, as if she was afraid of causing further harm to the woman lying on the ground. When she saw someone coming, her eyes lit up: "Our Hoshino is still breathing! Are you a doctor?" !"

Two people, one big and one small, shook their heads, and an anxious voice came from behind: "I am! You stand farther away so as not to affect the ventilation."

After an emergency examination, the man who claimed to be a doctor shook his head: "The wound is too deep. I can only deal with it urgently and extend the time. I should be able to persist until the ambulance arrives."

However, after waiting for half an hour, the woman lying on the ground was carefully transferred to the Japanese room on the first floor, and the ambulance did not arrive.

The doctor tried his best to treat the wound again, and finally sighed: "Sorry, she's afraid..."

The unfinished words were violently interrupted: "She still has a weak pulse!"

The hotel owner ran into the Japanese room at this time: "No, the hospital said that the road leading to our hotel was blocked by a landslide that happened in the middle of the night last night, so they can't come!"

"What?! The road is blocked! Then we are also trapped here!"

The college students wandering outside the door exclaimed.

They heard that the person who saw the injured person's face when he was transferred said that the injured person was the popular idol Hoshino Terumi, and Kimura Yamashita said that Hoshino Terumi was his idol, so they came to see.

Then I heard the news!

After observing the scene, Conan, who was also guarding the door, looked at Terumi Hoshino's pale face, turned around and ran upstairs to the Japanese room, where Rantang and Gojo Satoru were indeed here.

Under the warm sunshine, Lantang, who was holding a collection of poems, lowered his eyelids slightly, looking gentle and cute. The equally cute Gojo Satoru was leaning against him with a game console to play games. His curly black hair and short snow-white hair were intertwined. Glittered by the sun.

Just looking at the appearance, they really look like two angels, one black and one white. This picture is peaceful, happy and carefree.

but,

Obviously someone downstairs is about to die...

Conan stood by the door, pinching the frame of the door tightly with his left hand, his knuckles were so hard that they turned white: "I have investigated, and some conjurers should be able to reverse spells, right?"

Seeing that Lantang didn't respond, Conan raised his voice: "Hey, you're sure you will?"

Lan Tang pulled out his mind from the collection of poems: "What?"

Conan gritted his teeth angrily: "Don't be stupid! You must be able to reverse the spell, right!"

"I refuse," Lan Tang lowered his eyelids disinterestedly: "Father is still here, I will reveal my identity."

"If you insist on ignoring death, I will call out your identity!"

"Then you can do whatever you want." Lan Tang held the poetry collection, his eyes were full of coldness, and he continued to bask in the sun and read poetry indifferently.

"you!"

Conan only felt that the blood in his whole body was completely cold.

Yes, how could he forget.

Although it seems that he is just a little cold at ordinary times, he occasionally plays games with children, and he is more gentle and patient when facing Gojo Satoru.

But this man, this man...

After all, he is a murderer who kills without blinking an eye!

........

"Didn't you want Gojo Satoru to become a person with a bottom line?"

In the quiet Japanese room, Conan's trembling voice sounded.

Hearing the words 'Wujo Wu', Lan Tang raised his eyes.

Gojo Satoru also tilted his head, squinting his eyes at the detective who was trembling with anger.

"I am a detective. I have observation and reasoning abilities that surpass ordinary people. Therefore, it is my duty to find the criminal and let the soul of the deceased rest in peace."

"As a human being, I will never kill, this is my bottom line."

"Always do my best to help others."

"I can let you see the shining points of humanity in others."

"Isn't that why you asked me to be your life mentor?!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Lan Tang's mouth, and he looked at Wujo Wu who was sitting next to him.

"How about it?"

"Ah," Gojo Satoru showed a big smile: "I don't hate such people!"

"Huh?" Conan was taken aback.

Lan Tang shrugged: "Let's make a bet, if you can find a reason for me to stay in the room alone without revealing my identity later, it's not that I can't help..."

As soon as the words fell, Conan stepped forward and grabbed Lantang's arm.

Lan Tang, who was not used to being touched by strangers, frowned, and just about to shake off his hand, he heard Conan say loudly: "Are you okay, Lan Tang, Uncle Ye Moth, Lan Tang looks very pale, isn't it?" Scared?"

"Lantang, your health is not good, go back and rest first." The passing moth Zhengdao worriedly probed.

Under Lantang's stare, Gojo Gojo turned his head with a suppressed smile, and Conan volunteered to raise his hand: "Let me take care of Lantang, we are good classmates."

"Please." Noctua said solemnly.

Just hand me over to my classmates, Dad? !

Although it is usually convenient to cover up, Lan Tang is extremely speechless at this moment about Noctuma Zhengdao's rough nerves.

When everyone left, Conan immediately used the quilt and pillows to make the illusion that someone was sleeping, and then quickly dragged Lan Tang out of the room.

Conan led Lan Tang to the blind corner of the stairs and stopped. In the corner where the sun couldn't shine, his burning eyes seemed to be on fire. Lan Tang, who was stared at by such needle-like eyes, was willing to gamble and immediately He took out his cell phone.

downstairs.

The doctor who was on vacation at the hotel had given her first aid, but it didn't help.

Seeing Hoshino Terumi's face getting paler, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang suddenly.

The cheerful bell rang suddenly, and it also brought reassuring good news.

.....

"Everyone get out, the doctor is here!" Mori Kogoro yelled to chase away people after answering the phone.

People who had to be in the same room as a potential murderer because of the landslide were so anxious and panicked that if someone had just been found dead in the first place, they would probably have subconsciously listened to a detective in fear.

However, under the panic and anxiety, their heartstrings, which had been tense for nearly an hour, were almost broken, and Kogoro Mori's behavior instead aroused people's rebellious psychology:

"What?! What kind of doctor wants someone to go out..."

"Stop joking! The road is blocked, where is the doctor!"

"Don't think that you are a detective and you can direct us in this situation!"

The aisle on the first floor was noisy, and Gojo Satoru sat on the stairs with his chin propped up, indifferently watching the ugly behavior of the panicked people.

The coldness in those blue eyes was almost the same as that of Lan Tang.

"Ah, Mr. Attil!" Mori Kogoro ignored the clamoring people, and turned his head to let Lan Tang into the room.

The parts where the clothes were exposed were all wrapped up in bandages. The weird conjurer nodded and walked in a few steps.

"Which doctor would dress like this!"

The yelling grew louder.

The hallway on the first floor is as noisy as hundreds of monkeys, and everyone's face is full of stupidity.

The look in Gojo Satoru's eyes became colder and colder, and suddenly Mori Kogoro's roar overwhelmed everyone's voices.

"Noisy!!!"

He slapped his palm on the wall.

The middle-aged decadent uncle, who has been covered with lecherous, alcoholic, and unreliable labels all this time, showed sharp and sharp eyes as if he had changed himself.

"I will find the prisoner! So..." Mori Kogoro glanced around, his penetrating eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Shut up, don't make trouble! Just wait for the famous detective's reasoning!"

After standing in the crowd, seeing that Gojo Satoru's eyes were no longer so cold, but showing a little surprised expression, Conan gave Mori Kogoro a thumbs up.

Not bad, Uncle Maori.

After a few minutes of silence, Hoshino Terumi's weak voice came from inside the door.

"I'm fine now, please come in, gentlemen."

"Are you really all right, Huimei!" The manager opened the door first and rushed in.

Hoshino Terumi was the only one in the room.

"It's quite powerful, the profession of a conjurer." Mori Kogoro muttered in a low voice.

.........

At the corner of the stairs where the sunlight couldn't illuminate, Lan Tang tore off the bandage wrapped around his face, revealing his golden-green pupils that were as indifferent as a frozen lake.

He slowly rolled up the snow-white bandage and raised his eyes: "My turn is over, the victim didn't see the murderer's face, and it's your turn next, Kudo."

"I see." Kudo Shinichi replied coldly.

"Say, Kudo." Lantang said.

"Hey~ Kudo," Gojo Satoru said.

Gojo Satoru hugged Rantang's waist behind his back, resting his chin on Rantang's shoulder, and his eyes, like the deep lake and the blue sky, were firmly fixed on Kudo Shinichi's eyes that were always burning with the flame of justice.

The two strongest showed exactly the same interesting smiles, and said at the same time:

"Let us see, detective,

In such a situation where roads are blocked, food is lacking, and murderers are lurking,

How do you let us see the preciousness of ordinary people's humanity. "

"We're looking forward to it."

"Ah," facing the gazes of the two strongest monsters, Shinichi Kudo shuddered slightly after a long absence, feeling the pressure even heavier than meeting the people from the black organization.

Kudo Shinichi felt as if he had sunk into the deep sea of ​​[-] meters at this time, and he had to dismantle two nuclear bombs under the pressure and biting cold under the sea.

Because if it is not successful, countless people may die in the future because of the merciless and blind behavior of the two strongest conjurers.

The accumulation will definitely cause more casualties than two nuclear bombs.

He showed firm and sharp eyes: "I will definitely let you see the light of humanity in ordinary people!"

"Then," Lan Tang gently raised his left hand, and the golden subspace led the two into the wall.

"The game begins now."

game?

Kudo Shinichi's heart sank instantly.

He felt now like Sherlock Holmes trying to save the soon-to-be villainous leader of the Chaos faction.

No, one of them has already been finalized; he will not take pleasure in evil things, and he will go to rescue a stranger when he sees him falling in front of him, but more, those that are not in front of him, those that are troublesome, will bring trouble to his life. Even if a strange life with bad influence had this ability, he would not care about it.

As for the other.

It is because of wrong teaching that it is gradually slipping towards the black side.

If he didn't succeed, they'd probably pull each other's backs and fall into the dark side all the way.

Maybe he will become the Moriarty of the magic world.

Staring at the restored wall, Kudo Shinichi let out a slow breath.

"Human life, not Game, bastard."

The author has something to say: Lantang Maomao: Ah, it seems that I have played

Wujo Wumao: The stupid two-legged beast really seems to think that we will die, so interesting~