The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Chapter 518 Palace-Abi Hell

"Hey, Guangming, isn't it good to smoke here?"

"What does it matter? Hey, young master, if you don't dare to smoke, just say so..."

"You can smoke if you like, I don't want to tell you. But there is a kimono shop next to here, so many fabrics..."

"You are worrying unfoundedly again, please stop worrying, Hidechen."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

Two faint male voices came into his ears, and Nagato Guangming turned his head in the direction of the voices involuntarily.

His eyelids were still too heavy to open, but his consciousness gradually became clearer.

In the darkness of his field of vision, those two voices sounded again.

"...Hey, what are you doing! Light!"

"Aren't all the scraps of fabric already thrown in the trash can? It's okay to light the combustible garbage."

"No, put it out quickly...! Ah! Oh no!"

The frightened shouting finally awakened Nagato Guangming completely, and he used all his strength to open his eyes.

What you enter is a Japanese-style room with a sense of age.

He was lying alone in the middle of the tatami. The room was dark, with only the setting sun coming in from the window creating an orange-red halo on the ground.

"What is this place..." As soon as he spoke, he mobilized his facial muscles, and the pain caused by the impact surfaced again.

With a cry of pain, Nagato Miguel finally recalled the last scene before losing consciousness.

A hand covered in black gloves passed through the gap in the door and firmly grasped the edge of the door. No matter how hard he tried, he could not push the door any further.

Then, there was a loud bang on the black door, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes...

Even though the uncomfortable pain in his face, chest, and back of his neck continued, Nagato Miguel suddenly rolled over and got up from the ground.

Neatly folded mattresses, arranged wooden clogs and slippers... This seemed to be a hotel, but it was definitely not the hotel he stayed in.

Nagato Hideomi was nowhere to be seen, as were the suspicious guys who called the door.

Damn it, they couldn't have taken Hideomi Nagato and left him here!

Unable to reach his mobile phone and unable to find a landline phone around him, Nagato Mitsuyo, who was sweating with cold sweat on his forehead, tried to calm down and turned to look out the window.

This seems to be the shore of a lake, and all you can see outside the window is a patch of scattered sunset reflected in the sparkling waves.

I really can’t tell where it is, so I’d better hurry up and get out of here.

Calm down, before things get to their worst, find a way to contact your wife and test her reaction.

If Nagato Hidetomi has concerns and still doesn't tell what happened that year, then think about it in the long term and there is still room for reversal; even if he tells the story, he can stay away from the limelight for a while and go home in a few days, starting from Kangjiang After defeating them one by one, it may not be the worst moment...

Thinking about various possibilities in his mind, Nagato Guangming controlled his movements, took a deep breath, opened the door of the Japanese room, and walked out.

"Very calm, this guy." Tangze put down the lines in his hand and watched the scene through the monitor and clicked on the screen, "Some criminal psychology believes that killers with antisocial personality will commit arson and the like. His behavior seems unreasonable."

"Antisocial, he's not good enough." Asai Narumi looked at the figure on the screen and commented calmly, "He's the kind of person I'm familiar with."

"Isn't the one you are familiar with worse?" Miyano Akemi, who was familiar with his identity and background, turned her head and glanced at him subtly.

Those whom Asai Narumi killed were not ordinary bad guys. Considering the harm they had caused over the years, calling them drug lords might be an exaggeration, but pinching them together was about the same.

"I'm talking about mental state... Of course, the damage he caused is not much smaller than them." Touching the fox face on his face, Asai Narumi coldly snorted, "It can't be called anti-humanity, maybe He also has a bit of conscience, so he would be frightened by the legend of a ghost seeking his life. But after years of profit-driven and repeated self-hypnosis, he has become more and more at ease and calm, as if he is not a bad person, revealing the truth and destroying his peace. What lives is..."

In the voice of his narration, the drone controlled by Noah slowly kept up with Nagato Guangming's pace. In the picture, he walked into the darkness, and could only see the corridors with red squares framed by the windows. Move forward cautiously.

The extremely quiet corridor seemed to be endless.

He took small steps at first, paying attention to his surroundings as he walked, and then he was almost running at full speed down the corridor.

The scenery outside the window did not waver at all, as if these were not windows, but screens showing the same content one after another, dullly showing the dynamics of the loop, and he was completely trapped on this single path. , there will never be an exit like that.

Just when his mood was slowly beginning to collapse, something finally changed at the front of the corridor.

The end of the corridor appeared. The double doors closed one side, and bright light came from the open half.

I didn't bother to think about whether this ridiculously long corridor was reasonable. What kind of building could have such a corridor that was hundreds of meters or even a kilometer long? Nagato Guangmei, who seemed to have found salvation, rushed forward without hesitation. , plunged into the bright light.

No matter what, don't let him stay in this ghost place that seems to have solidified!

The suddenly bright light stimulated Nagato Guangming to squint his eyes, and it took him several seconds to adapt to the surrounding environment.

Then he immediately discovered the source of this brightness and immediately regretted it.

Fire, fire everywhere...!

The bright white flames were like waves, layer upon layer, crawling across the grain of the floor, licking the wood grain of the beams, and rising to the highest point.

The ignited lamps were like fireballs suspended in the air, beeping and bursting into tiny flames, falling downwards in a flourishing manner.

The fierce heat hit him instantly, and Nagato Guangming immediately retreated.

He kept backing up, wincing, thinking of the door he walked in from behind, and wanted to retreat out of the door immediately——

Then his back touched something solid.

Nagato Guangming's heart suddenly suddenly turned around, and he moved his eyes back.

What was against his back was not a door that had been artificially closed or even locked as he imagined.

It's a piece of gold paint with a rough texture.

This is an upright, huge palm. The palm is as tall as Nagato Miguel. In the sculptural palm, you can still distinguish a few carved palm lines.

Like a huge stone wall, this palm pressed against his back firmly, and the cold stone clung to his back, making him feel the biting coldness while surrounded by flames.

With no time to think about when the door behind him turned into such a monster, Nagato Miguel hurriedly ran forward for two steps, trying to leave the grasp of his palm and observe the surrounding situation.

However, without giving him a chance to escape, the palm of his hand bent its fingers at the next moment, covering him like a cage.

"Ah - ah -!" The screams were louder and louder than the last. Nagato Guangming first felt oppressed and frightened by the sudden confinement, and then he screamed in extreme panic at the sudden weightlessness.

This big hand lifted him up from the floor.

His shoulder was so painful from being pinched, and Nagato Guangming, who was caught in a panic, finally saw clearly the main body connected to his hand.

A Buddha statue painted in gold and red.

Like picking up a flower, this hand deftly picked him up with two fingers, and he looked directly at the Buddha statue with lowered eyebrows.

The tall, huge Buddha statue, which was estimated to be tens of meters high, sat in the midst of the lotus-like flames, eyes closed and eyebrows lowered, looking at him compassionately but indifferently.

Overwhelmed by the oppressive feeling of this giant creature, Nagato Miguel panted violently. He could no longer tell whether the gurgling sweat was due to extreme fear or the burning of the flames.

The Buddha statue said nothing. After staring at him for a moment, its golden eyes opened slightly.

Then, he was mercilessly thrown directly into the flames of the fire by this big hand.

Almost instantly, flames covered his whole body as he was thrown to the ground.

"Ah, ah——! Help, ah——!!!" Seeing himself being engulfed in flames, Nagato Miguel let out a shrill scream and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

However, the flames not only showed no tendency to weaken at all, but instead climbed further up.

He felt severe pain in his skin, and his muscles were twisted in the flames. The burnt smell immediately spread over him, making him twist and curl crazily in the fire like a dying insect.

But he could make no more noise.

The hot flames burned along his lips, and his throat was quickly ignited and carbonized in the burning. He felt that his eyes were melting in the fire, and his entire face was burning slightly as the fire invaded. In the sound, in the terrible pain, it completely collapsed.

The flames seemed to coat him with a layer of black paint, but the next moment, the charred shell also shattered, and the blood and flesh underneath repeated the previous round of pain...

As if he clearly felt the death of every cell in his body, Nagato was in despair and wanted to cry out one last time.

However, he could no longer make a sound...

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"...If you hadn't personally experienced this scene, if you said it was the crew's special effects, I think some people would indeed believe it."

Behind the monitor, Miyano Akemi looked at this scene with a strange expression.

"Well, after all, although Ms. Hinata Sachi did fall into emotional distortion after learning the news of her lover's death, she is indeed a gentle and tough person." Looking at the white-gold flames on the screen, but even one Nagato Miguel, who didn't have any damage to his hair, sighed regretfully, "I think this must be the nightmare she has been having."

Wrapped in flames, feeling suffocation and death coming one after another in extreme pain, unable to make a sound. Even if I made a sound in the burning building, I would not get any response...

Her parents did not survive the fire, and she was the only one who was lucky enough to be rescued by Nagato Hideomi. Deep down in her heart, she felt a little guilty.

I feel guilty that I was saved, I feel guilty that more people were not saved, I feel guilty that my parents may have experienced extreme pain...

This is the source of the tear in Hinata Yuki's heart, and it is also the nightmare that she has been unable to forget for twenty years.

But with Nagato Hideomi, everything was different.

"So, the reason why she didn't become a palace in the past, or in other words, didn't have enough psychological trauma to become a palace, was because Nagato Hidetomi was alive?" After hearing Karasawa's thoughts, Miyano Akemi touched her chin thoughtfully.

"Yes, so all this is a 'nightmare', not reality. She met a savior who risked his own life to rescue her and took care of her for many years, that is, Nagato Hideomi." Thinking of the experience after entering the palace. , Karasawa couldn't help but sigh, "When Nagato Hideomi died, the endless nightmare came again, and this time, it was even more complicated."

From Nagato Hidetomi's "last words", she simultaneously suffered the double blow of the death of her lover and the false love.

It turns out that Nagato Hidetomi's selfless aid and love were due to his guilt and compensation for not being able to successfully stop the fire and not daring to expose the real murderer.

She was indeed angry about this and wanted to reprimand... However, this gave her support and made her feel the warmth and care from her gloomy childhood, but she was really gone.

"He is indeed a gentle person." Looking at the guy in the picture who silently opens and closes his lips, twitching and convulsing in pain, but not suffering any substantial damage, Asai's eyes are almost pitiful, "She is constantly fantasizing about burning things. Painful, but in the subconscious, I hope that the flames will not bring any real harm to anyone - even the murderer himself who deserves to be punished the most."

"Yeah..." Tang Ze looked at Nagato Guangming in the vast fire field and took a breath, "What a very good girl."

"Are we just going to watch him crawling all over the ground?" Noah, who was less emotional, tilted his head and stared at the guy on the screen, complaining, "It's so annoying, this guy is rolling so fast, the camera has to It’s so troublesome to chase him.”

"Let him go away for a while." Karasawa said decisively without blinking, "So many people have been killed, and there are more people, such as Nagato Hideomi, who was traumatized by this disaster and was affected for life... …It’s already a reward that he didn’t have to wait for 50 lifetimes.”

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The person who should be most angry about their frivolous discussion, that is, Nagato Guangming, even if he heard it, he would not be able to make any impressions.

Hinata Yuki's desperate "Abi Hell" is not used to punish anyone, it is just her own nightmare.

In the past, the person who would pull her back from the nightmare no longer existed.

It is the subconscious mind that understands this, so in this palace, if a person is surrounded by flames and falls into a burning debuff state, he will remain in a burning state and feel the burning flames unless removed by others. bitter.

Strictly speaking, this is indeed the same experience as going to the eighteenth level of hell.

Nagato Guangming was crawling and rolling on the ground in great embarrassment, and in his own senses, he was almost burned out.

He seemed to have heard the brain surging outward along the cracked skull, and the lungs suffocated by smoke and dust spit out tiny pink foam mixed with blood in the exposed flames...

Nagato Guangming didn't know why he still had hearing and perception.

He was simply desperate, in pain, cowering in fear, listening in vain to the end of his life.

At this last moment, he finally heard something different.

"...Woo, woo..."

This was a thin female voice, like a weak and bitter cry from a drowning person. It came out tremblingly from the throat, like a fragile bubble, exploding feebly.

"Save me, save me..."

This voice, as thin as a gnat, was as breathy as a gossamer, and the faint movement slipped past Nagato Guangming's ears.

"Xiuchen, Xiuchen...save me...why are you not here anymore, why are you..."

This familiar name brought back a little bit of Nagato's sanity.

If this woman is calling Nagato Hideomi...is she Hinata Yuki? That guy who was lucky enough to be rescued by Hideomi, a fool, so he could live in peace and wealth for the rest of his life?

Just as this thought emerged, the next second, this small voice was drowned by countless voices.

"Help, help! It's on fire, it's on fire!"

"Run, run!"

"Water, where is the water!"

"The door can't be opened, ah, cough, cough, door, door...!"

"No, my child, my child—"

Countless desperate and painful shouts, as if hands were grasping his corpse that had turned into withered bones, crushing the last bit of his bone and blood into complete crumbs.

"It was you, it was you who killed me...it was you!"

At the end of the sound, he heard a familiar voice, crying, roaring, and shouting at him.

Nagato Hideomi's voice.

What does it mean to kill him...when did he...?

In the last moments before consciousness disappeared again, Nagato's head suddenly became clear, and some logical questions flashed through his literally empty brain.

Damn it, could it be that those people captured Nagato Hideomi, killed him, then put the blame on themselves, tied themselves to this hellish place, and burned him to death?

Damn it, how could he be framed using the same method!

It must be that old woman Nobuko Nagato, the one who can't get married...!

His last insulting thought was evaporated in the blazing light of the fire.

Nagato Guangming, who could no longer bear the pain, tilted his head and fell to the ground unresponsive.

"Don't mention it, I'm still suffering from fever." Miyano Akemi couldn't help but said this as she lowered her head and glanced at her watch.

"Ah, maybe it's because scum is a kind of non-burnable garbage and burns relatively slowly." Tangze shrugged and commented.

It's a pity that the flames in this palace mainly focus on mental attacks and visual effects. Otherwise, it would be good to burn this bad guy here, which is also a kind of cause and effect cycle.

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