My script must be HE

"boom--"

Mu Cangkou pointed at Conan's anesthesia watch, rubbed Conan's wrist and smashed the watch, breaking into pieces and falling.

"Almost forgot, you still have this." The prisoner smiled, smashed Conan's counterattack weapon, and then urged, "Give me a car, quick!"

The bullet left a burning sensation, and a tiny bloodstain appeared on the wrist.

'How did he know! Conan's pupils dilated and he raised his head suddenly, "Is it the rat of the dead house?" ! '

Other than that he can't think of anyone else!

The police department's response was a step late, and they watched the child being held hostage.He gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Get him a car!" Then he said to Toshihiko Komatsu, "Don't hurt the child!"

But for a crazy guy, he doesn't care if he has an extra life in his hands.

So they have to be more cautious.

The police vigilantly pointed the wooden warehouse at Toshihiko Komatsu, but because the hostages were in the hands of the prisoners, they did not dare to open the wooden warehouse easily.Toshihiko Komatsu aimed his wooden warehouse at Conan's temple, then slowly backed away and walked out of the Star Sea Hotel.

"Do you really want to give him a car?" The young policeman asked nervously.The police department shook his head: "Are you sure you can hit the prisoner without hurting the child?"

The young policeman hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head.

They can't.

"Tsk." Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the leader's secretary who was unmoved, and found a bullet casing out of nowhere.He murmured in a low voice: "It's really troublesome not to be in Yokohama."

Toshihiko Komatsu backed away step by step, Conan stared at the adult's chin, thinking of any other way to save himself.

They had already left the hotel, the road in front of the hotel was illuminated by neon lights, Toshihiko Komatsu was trembling with the hand holding the wooden warehouse.

"Uncle Xiaosong, if you put down the wooden warehouse now, you can turn back." Conan said cautiously, and at the same time looked at the surrounding policemen, who had already surrounded them in front of them. "In this situation, even if you You can't run very far."

"Shut up, brat!" Toshihiko Komatsu raised his arm a little, making Conan feel a little suffocated, "If it wasn't for you, how could my perfect plan fail!"

He simply blamed his failure on others.

"That man is right, even if he wants to die, I will drag you to die together!" He turned his head and shouted with a grim face, "Where is my car! Give me the car!"

'This man is completely bewildered! Conan tried hard to push the arm pressed against the neck, the suffocation made him unable to breathe normally.

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see the man whom Osamu Dazai called FBI leave the main entrance.

'Do you take advantage of the chaos and leave at this time? '

The police department whispered into the walkie-talkie to ask if the sniper was in place, and then put on a comforting smile to calm the prisoner down, but this action only made the prisoner more emotional, and in the end he could only let the prisoner get the escape car.

Komatsu Toshihiko drove away the man who drove over, and then stared at the surrounding policemen, for fear of revealing the slightest flaw.The surrounding policemen also hung their hearts, looking for opportunities to rescue the hostages.

Suddenly, Toshihiko Komatsu moved.He got into the driver's seat sideways, and at the same time, someone who didn't know fired, hitting Toshihiko Komatsu's arm that was holding Conan.

"what--"

Under the pain, Toshihiko Komatsu let go of his hand subconsciously, while Conan waved his arm a few times in a panic, and fell directly to the concrete floor.

The glasses hit the ground heavily, and he let out an ouch.

"Damn it!" Komatsu Toshihiko didn't squat down anymore, but quickly closed the car door and stepped on the accelerator.The black car drove away in a rampage, and at the same time the police turned their heads: "Chasing!"

After giving the order, he immediately reprimanded: "Who fired the shot just now?! What if the child is injured!"

Amidst the scattered footsteps of the police, the police department did not wait for anyone to admit.Right now chasing the criminal is more important, he didn't go into it, and also opened the door of a police car and sat in it.

The police car made a beeping sound and chased the prisoner away. Conan rubbed the back of his head and got up from the ground, and then he pressed the button of his glasses. Fortunately, the bump just now did not affect the tracking function of the glasses—he At that time, a tracker was attached to Toshihiko Komatsu's cuff.

He recalled the smear of red following the bullets he had just seen, and glanced at the hotel lobby.The gravity of the orange hair made him stride over as if it had nothing to do with him: "You are really unlucky."

"Brother Zhongyuan, can you drive me to chase the criminal?" Conan looked at his glasses and said hastily.

The route of the light spots on the glasses is very strange, and Conan wonders whether Komatsu Toshihiko has been pointed out the escape route.

Coupled with the fact that Toshihiko Komatsu prevented himself from using the anesthesia needle, it was hard for him not to suspect the rat of the dead house.

If it was really the mouse of the dead house, Toshihiko Komatsu might really escape!

"Huh? Let me be your driver—" Chuya Nakahara hadn't finished speaking when a red private car drove up beside him.Since the speed was not fast, Conan quickly opened the car door and got in.

"..." Nakahara Chuya, "All right."

He lowered his hat, a slight red light flashed across his body, and then rushed in through Conan's unclosed car door.

In the back seat, Conan supported the driver's seat: "Can you help us—"

The driver looked up, revealing his green pupils.

"Chase the car in front." Conan finished the sentence.

He knew this man, he was the FBI who had just left through the door.It turned out that he didn't take the opportunity to leave, but went to drive.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the vehicle suddenly increased.

"It seems that we have the same purpose." He looked through the rearview mirror at the orange-haired man who just got in, "Mr. Zhongyuan, please close the door."

"Tsk." He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and Zhong Yuanzhong also closed the car door tightly.

In fact, he didn't know this person.

Anyway, it must be that guy who likes to do things in secret again.

"I just put a tracker on it." The situation was urgent, and Conan quickly explained his thoughts, "Let's take a shortcut and chase after it!"

Under the darkness of night, a black private car was rampaging forward on the road, while police cars were chasing behind it.After a few turns, the police car honked in the wrong direction and chased after them. Their real target had completely left them behind.

Toshihiko Komatsu smiled triumphantly, and at the same time, a red car chasing him appeared in the rearview mirror.

His memory-like eyes drifted upwards, and then he picked up speed again.

Two cars, one black and one red, were driving on the road, and the distance gradually approached. At the same time, the two cars drove into the deserted road.

The driver's window of the black car was pulled down and a hand was stretched out.

"Bang bang bang-"

Holding a wooden bin in that hand, he opened three wooden bins towards the rear.The red car avoided it urgently, but the glass on the right was still shattered.

Then a black wooden hatch popped out of the red car.

Komatsu Toshihiko turned his head and saw a scene that surprised him.

The primary school student he held hostage before was driving in the driver's seat of the red car, while the original driver held the wooden box on the passenger seat.

'When was it changed? ! '

The man in the knitted hat seemed to smile.

The next second he pulled the trigger.

Two bullets flew out from the mouth of the wooden warehouse in turn, hitting the two rear wheels of the black car.The black tires blew out and swung from side to side as if slipping, making screeching noises.

"Thorn-"

The speed of the car was too fast, and after dragging out a long black trail, the black car crashed into the bushes beside the road.

"Bang!"

After the sound, the airbag in the black car inflated instantly, firmly protecting Toshihiko Komatsu's head.

And Toshihiko Komatsu was completely trapped in the airbag, passed out, and was not injured at the same time.

"He stopped!" The red car stopped, and Conan opened the car door and ran over with short legs.

Akai Hideichi followed closely behind, while Nakahara Nakaya sat alone in the back seat with his arms folded, with a bit of doubt on his face.

"What am I here for?"

It seems that Conan guides the way all the way, Akai Shuichi drives, and he watches them show from behind.

He let out a breath, pressed his hat, and opened the door.One of his legs had already touched the concrete floor, and at the same time there was a scream like a cry from outside the window.

He raised his head, just in time to see a cluster of golden light rising slowly in the night sky.

Then bloom at the top.

"boom!"

The dazzling golden light is like a blooming golden morning glory, dyeing the night with golden brilliance.

The light sprinkled on the road and his face, dyeing his pupils with golden light.

"Fireworks..." he remembered, "There is indeed a fireworks display today."

The one who had rescued Komatsu Toshihiko from the car stood in front of the car door, and the two raised their heads at the same time.

The golden 'seeds' rose to the top one by one, and then bloomed in the air.

The sound of fireworks blooming is endless, and it seems to be imprinted in the hearts of the onlookers.

"Send him to the police station first." Conan looked away.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something orange out of the corner of his eye.

Blending with the light of fireworks seems to be just an illusion.

Then the heat wave came, and what remained in his pupils was the image of something exploding.

"bomb?!"

The black car exploded.

...

On the top floor of Sea of ​​Stars, the starlight in the room turned into golden sand with the first burst of fireworks.The colors of the fireworks are reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows and shine into the room, making the room feel like it is in golden quicksand.

"It's so beautiful..." I don't know who can't help but say it, stretching out his hand in this space like a gap in time, wanting to touch the fine sand on the fingertips.

And in this orange-yellow color, the man with bronze hair turned his blue pupils a little slowly.

He subconsciously looked at the light in front of him.

The Youyue hanging upside down on the ceiling has now transformed into a warm color, a golden light in the room.

In the memory of warm colors, under the yellow chandelier, three glasses collided and made a crisp knocking sound.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the chandelier dully, as if subconsciously, he held the cup in his hand and slowly raised his arm.

The water in the cup reflects the fireworks outside the window, with golden ripples.

There seemed to be two figures beside him smiling at each other and holding up their wine glasses at the same time.

The sound of fireworks bursting seemed to flow into the ears through the gaps in the wall, and the golden light spilled into the corridor from the hollows.The figure of the doll-like man in the shadow flickered.

He was wearing the black suit he used to wear, and the black coat that had been with him for a long time.

The end of the well-made coat touched the ground, and he slid slowly against the wall, finally sitting on the plush carpet, his chin lightly touching his knees.

In this dark corner, with an intoxicated smile on his face, he closed his eyes, as if he saw a very beautiful picture.The classical music flowed into the ears, and the eyes with only remaining light sense vaguely felt the light flowing from the center and the music together, just like in that vague memory.

The bandage-wrapped right hand was gently clenched, as if what was held in the palm was not the air, but the cold wine glass in memory.

He stretched out his empty hand like this and raised it gently.

The man inside the room raised his wine glass to the light, and the man outside the room smiled lightly at the air.

"Cheers," he said.

For this unforgettable memory.

After that moment of intoxication, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

In front of him was the familiar darkness.

...

Conan, who was picked up by the collar again, was used to it.

It's just that the FBI next to it may not be very used to it.

Akai Hideo looked at the remains of the vehicle, then at his suspended toes, and then at the red light film on his body.

"...?" The big cat's eyes were full of doubts.

Newton, it seems, doesn't teach this?

And Zhong Yuan, who was saving the scene again, skillfully picked a place a little far from the explosion and put down two people, touching his chin.

"Sure enough, I can't do it without me..." I was quite complacent.

Conan looked at Nakahara Nakaya and then at Akai Shuichi, whose eyes were getting darker, and waved dryly: "Well, why don't we send Mr. Komatsu to the police station first?"

But it turns out that the FBI doesn't know about supernatural powers?

...

Fifteen minutes later, the elevator of the Xingzhihai Hotel slowly ascended.

"It's finally resolved..." Conan raised his half-moon eyes and looked up at the rising floors in the elevator, "Should there be no more accidents now?"

Komatsu Toshihiko has been sent to the police station, and he followed Akai Shuichi's car back here, but Akai Shuichi seemed to need to calm down, and drove away after sending off Conan.

And Zhongyuan Zhongye is in the downstairs hall.

"Fortunately, Mr. Zhongyuan is here..." Conan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Without Nakahara Chuya, the explosion might have taken him and Akai Shuichi away.

Nakahara Chuya, really, so reliable!

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai, I don't know if he expected something to happen, so he didn't go downstairs at all.Let Conan solve the case by himself without reminding Conan.

'Could it be that he knew that Mr. Nakahara would follow, so he wasn't worried about the safety of Mr. Akai and me? 'It's not impossible.

Thinking about it, he shook his head: "It's better not to demonize Mr. Dazai so much, maybe it was really an accident." '

The elevator door opened, and Conan saw the familiar darkness and the piano under the golden light in the center of the top floor.

He followed the memory and soon saw the room where Mao Lilan and the others were in, and unexpectedly saw a dim screen light in front of the room door.

A bandaged face appeared behind the light on the screen. This man in a black overcoat and a black suit, whose whole body was black except for the bandages, was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed, holding a game console in his hand.

Although the movements of his hands were quick and agile, this man seemed to be immersed in suffocating depression, and there was no light in his eyes staring at the game screen.

Conan tilted his head, and he walked over.

"Oh, it's pretty fast." Osamu Dazai lowered his voice, and probably no one else could hear it except Conan beside him, "The crisis is resolved, now you can invite your little girlfriend to ride the Ferris wheel together."

The piano music continued, and Conan stood on tiptoe, and saw the bronze-haired man in the starlight from the hollow.

After a glance, he looked away, and Conan turned his head and asked softly, "You, are Mr. Oda's friend?"

The sound of the game is turned to the minimum and is directly covered by the music.The slightly curly black hair obscured the man's expression, and Conan, who was standing to his left, could just see his iris-colored left eye that was not covered by the bandage.

He seemed a little dazed.

And this slight startle soon passed, he shook his head.

"Not anymore."

As if telling an unchangeable result, the light tone seemed extraordinarily heavy.

"..." Conan turned around, and also sat down against the wall.

This move surprised Dazai Osamu, his iris-colored eyes moved away from the game console, and looked at the extremely short child next to him.

Conan turned his head and leaned against the wall, seemingly helpless: "Although I don't know what you're making trouble with, it's a little lonely here alone."

"Anyway, I will disturb them if I go in now, why not wait here for them to finish eating." Conan explained, "It's just a coincidence."

The hand holding the game console suddenly tightened.

Like a frightened rabbit, he quickly turned his face away, hiding his expression in the shadows.Conan looked over, but only saw slightly trembling shoulders.

After a long time, he sighed with some inexplicable meaning: "You really are, ha."

He was obviously still doubting him just now.

"Don't leave half of what you say." Yue Banyan complained, and Conan's eyes were slightly worried.

Then he saw the man flick from his black coat, and finally pulled out a familiar object.

Osamu Dazai held out his hand and handed it to Conan.

"Playing games?" he asked.

That's a game console.

Game black hole Edogawa Conan showed doubts in his eyes, but he took it honestly in his hand: "Did you really thank me?"

"Okay, let's start the two-player online mode - PVP of course!" Dazai Osamu didn't hear the complaint at all, and seemed to be suddenly happy.

Conan, who has a deep understanding of his handicap, has already seen the end, nothing more than he keeps losing and losing.

but.

'Let him go. '

Conan picked up the game console and reminded: "Put some water, Mr. Dazai..."

"Ah, did someone talk just now~~ The wind is too strong and I didn't hear it~~~"

"In this way, I have no gaming experience at all!"

With a swipe of the hand, a big failure appeared on the screen.

Conan gritted his teeth: "...come again!"

...

"There seems to be someone outside the door." Oda Sakunosuke said suddenly.

"Is there?" Haibara Ai looked at Oda Sakunosuke in a daze as he pushed the chair away and got up.

The man seemed to believe that he heard someone else's voice, and went to push the door open.

Then a schoolboy in a blue suit that they were familiar with fell on his back in the room.

While playing the game, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and Conan fell unprepared.

"Conan!" Mao Lilan stood up and asked anxiously, "Where have you been?"

Shinichi didn't answer the phone, and neither did Conan, she was really worried to death.

The words "Failure" appeared on the screen of the game console. Conan was frightened by the sudden change, and stood up in a little panic, holding the game console with his left hand and rubbing the back of his head with the right hand, and then skillfully began to act cute.

"Lannei-chan, me and..." he said, turning his head.

The dark corridor was empty, and there was no one, not the man wrapped in bandages all over his body.

It seems that everything just there is an illusion.

But that can't be an illusion.

He turned his head and continued: "I played with an uncle for a while, and forgot to tell Lan Neichan."

"Really." Mao Lilan complained a little helplessly.

Conan is acting cute and wants to get away with it.But the decadent man in front of him looked at the game console in his hand with rare serious eyes.

"That uncle, is he happy?" he asked.

Conan's concealment didn't do anything, and the people who needed to be concealed already knew who had been there.

Conan froze for a moment, then recalled what he had just heard.

In the fierce game, Osamu Dazai spoke softly, his voice was almost inaudible in the music.

"I did something sorry for him."

Conan's hand holding the game console tightened slightly, then he raised his head and showed an innocent smile.

"Happy." He told a lie.

Then, continue to hide it tacitly.

Just like he hid Lan.

...

When Conan and others left Yokohama, the top cadres still haven't found his leader.

Zhong Yuanzhong also drove the leader's special car back to the Hong Kong-Hei headquarters, and the oncoming subordinate whispered a few words in his ear.Then, visible to the naked eye, the anger of the top cadre was at its fullest.

"That bastard—!" He raised his voice, and finally even turned a corner.

In less than a minute, Zhongyuan Zhong also came directly to the door of the chief's room. He didn't even knock on the door, and pushed it open, scaring the guards next to him.

"Wait, Central Plains cadre!"

"Osamu Dazai! Do you know how dangerous it is for you to go out alone!!!"

With a bang, Zhongyuan Zhong also shut the guards outside, striding towards the leader who suddenly disappeared and then appeared suddenly.

And the leader didn't feel the tension of being caught at all, with the dull red scarf hanging around his neck, sitting peacefully in the darkness that belonged to him.

Nakahara Chuya slapped his palms on the table, making a clicking sound.

"Now your reward on the black market has reached tens of billions of dollars, do you know what this concept is! This is much more valuable than the people in your detective agency! Give me a little self-consciousness, you bastard!" He almost put his face on his face. Going up, it can be seen that he is very angry.

But the leader who was 'reprimanded' didn't take it seriously. He supported his chin with his hands intertwined, and looked at the face close to him with slightly interested eyes.

"Ah, Chuya, why didn't I realize that you have the potential of mother-san before? Sure enough, you are more like a puppy, because you have lost your owner, so you have been agitated all day~dog~dog~" The corner of his mouth With a smile, Nakahara also saw Mori Ogai in a daze at that moment.

Zhongyuan Zhong also endured and endured, and finally pounded heavily on the desk.

Accompanied by a loud sound, the lamps and books on the desk jumped into the air.

"Don't change the subject for me." The anger in those blue eyes gradually faded, "You can't just stroll around today, can you? What did you do?"

"It's becoming more and more like my mother-san who has a strong desire for control—" Seeing that the fist was about to hit his face, Osamu Dazai made a gesture of surrender, "Okay, let me say."

Accompanied by Chuya Nakahara's sentence "It would have been better if this had happened earlier", Osamu Dazai spoke naturally in a joking tone.

"Because the boss has too much work and is too tired, I don't want to go bald like Mr. Mori, so I missed work for a day and went to sleep."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had been caught by the donkey: "Dazai!!! You bastard, you still know that you are absent from work!"

The noisy voices of the cadres echoed in the empty leader's room, and the leader hid his face under his slightly curly hair, making troubles and generally fueling the anger of the cadres.

"Chuya~ I had a wonderful dream~~"

"You still have a good aftertaste?" Nakahara Chuya pressed his knuckles, "Now I can also knock you out with a punch and let you continue to have your dreams, Dazai, choose where you want to receive my fist."

"Just kidding, don't be so irritable...Zhong, Zhongye!"

...

The trip in Yokohama came to an end after a long Ferris wheel. Oda Sakunosuke drove the car to send two female high school students and two elementary school students home.

Pink and blue neon lights flashed through the window, Oda Sakunosuke looked at the road ahead, and the items in his arms stayed there quietly.

He thought of the time when he and his two friends toasted and drank together, and also thought of the long string of texts he saw in the morning.

Then, he remembered the conversation in Yamashita Park in the afternoon.

The Yamashita Park is surrounded by pink cherry blossoms, Suzuki Sonoko took Xiao Ai on a sightseeing cruise, and Mao Lilan stood side by side with him on the shore.

"Mr. Oda, are you troubled by something?" she asked.

Because he didn't want to trouble others, and he couldn't express his distress, Oda Sakunosuke didn't want to say it at first.

But he was really troubled by it.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

Finally, he spoke.

"My friend wants to do something very dangerous." He looked at the sparkling water, "I don't know if I should help him."

"Does Mr. Oda want to help him?" Mao Lilan asked.

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head: "I want to stop him. But if I stop him, there will be serious consequences."

"Very serious?"

"Very serious."

"Is there no other way?" Mao Lilan also fell into distress.

"No... right." Damo shook, and Oda Sakunosuke searched for other possibilities in his mind.

Mao Lilan suddenly took a deep breath, and her eyes became firm.

"If it was me, then I would probably accompany him? Although it is dangerous." She lowered her eyes, thinking of her childhood sweetheart who had been missing for a long time, "But this is too sad. It would be great if I could find another way good."

The man who was always in a daze closed his eyes and sighed in his tone: "Is there another way..."

After the memory was over, Oda Sakunosuke looked at the street lights that flashed away in front of him.

The elementary school student on the co-pilot seemed to have fallen asleep, and the three girls in the back seat were chatting casually.

Oda Sakunosuke seemed to be envious of such a friendship, but soon shrugged dumbfounded and frustrated.

With some annoyance, he unconsciously spoke his mind.

"But I'm dead."

The primary school student on the co-pilot twitched his ears slightly.