Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 237 Extra Story: Myself [[-]]

The nympho woman is not easy to pull, but Shen Qing didn't pull her back, and she fell into the garbage truck pushed by the other two actors beside her.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Beifeng, who accidentally saw his little tricks, realized that the director seemed to have fallen into the trash can on purpose.

There is a lot of rubbish, it doesn't hurt to look at it, but the smell is probably very touching, and the face is gone without knowing it.

In the end, Shen Qing, with a banana peel on his head and a messy hair, did not look like a serious director at all. He simply sat on the garbage truck, and the coolies pulled Shen Qing's truck full of "garbage" away.

Beifeng glanced at it from a distance.

Beifeng expressed his deep disapproval of this director who led his employees to take care of garbage.First of all, the garbage is dirty and harmful to health, and second, there are many little ghosts stalking it, which is not conducive to the privacy and physical and mental health of employees.

He is a serious worker and will definitely take good care of his employees.

Look, this vicious sun should not be exposed to the sun too much.

Then, before Beifeng could control Conan and Kaito, Gin put his arms around his waist.

Beifeng: "..."

North Wind body honest 180 degree rotation.

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It's vacation time.

Don't ask the employees what to do, because the employees are nothing compared to their families.

Under the scorching sun, Kuroba Kaito and Conan, who lined up in a long line, were forgotten like this.

After walking for a while, the road was blocked by a staff member, standing there was a female tour guide.The tour guide uniform on her body was stained brown with blood, and her hair was bumpy and sparse, no more than a few strands of snow in Saitama River. With such a tour guide, her mental state was actually not good.

Her eyes were dull, with a crazy smile on her face, holding a big ax in her hand, she looked like she saw someone chopping someone, and there seemed to be minced meat of an unknown creature hanging on the axe.

"Hey hey." The tour guide stepped forward. "Are you my brave tourists?" She drew closer and closer with an ax in hand.

Beifeng silently took out a machete that was half as long as a small axe. "Yes, timid tour guide, hello."

The guide was silent for a moment.

Her neck that had been severed was indistinctly aching again, but she, who was not in good spirits, did not stop after all, and faced Bei Feng's large knife with an axe.

With a flash of white light, the sky became brighter.

A few strands of hair remain in place.

North Wind and Gin silently moved away from the hair.

However, it is a well-known truth that a female ghost with hair loss cannot be provoked. This female ghost is indeed not simple. She has an unsolvable ability: it is called facing fear.

Her hair can automatically construct illusions, bringing people into the most terrifying memories or conceived memories.

Beifeng's eyes went dark, and he opened his eyes to hear a childlike nursery rhyme: "Under the bridge in front of the gate, a flock of ducks swims by, come and count them, you are the bastard."

"The one under the bridge is obviously a goose! Haha." The child's voice went away.

"Goose, goose, song to the sky."

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red palm dials the clear water."

Beifeng, in his dream, dreamed that he raised geese, was reciting poems and expressing love to geese, and then his butt suddenly hurt.

Someone actually hit his ass, and he fell into the river to be with the geese.

The man on the shore had blond hair, a fierce look, iron gray eyes with a little green eyes, and a flat expression on his face, so Beifeng grabbed a goose and threw it in his face.

But the man picked up the big goose and looked at the goose very seriously for a minute. His nose was red and his face was still dripping, so he had to continue to act aggressively. Look!He raised that familiar face and said seriously: "Thank you for the gift, I can't repay you in return, only..."

"You promise with your body."

"I am waiting for you on the shore, mortal, it is your honor to be liked by me."

After speaking, he straddled the shore.

The tall figure, the big black robe, against the sun, the sun is shining on half of the face ticking, I don't know if it is a mixture of water and sweat.

People are clearly gin.

Beifeng: "..."

What he fears the most is indeed the second piano.

Beifeng silently stood up from the water, picked up the geese who were paddling in the water, and held his breath suddenly, a few splashes appeared in the water, and Beifeng's figure disappeared under the bridge.

Silently watching the water splash disappear.

Zhonger Gin has deep eyes.

"You can't escape."

Then, n hours later, after searching for a long time, Zhonger Ginjiu finally looked at the lake in a daze, flipped his hand, and countless data popped out, and indeed lost the coordinate information of Beifeng.

"How is it possible, why can he escape my control!"

Beifeng had already woken up in the dungeon. He leaned the unawakened gin on his shoulder, but there was no worry in his eyes.

Beifeng just waited quietly.

Wait for him to come back.

……

Gin woke up in the dark, as if he had forgotten something, and his heart was empty.

He was in pain and was tied up.

Because of being untied for a long time, his shoulder joints and arms suffered from severe numbness, such a heart-rending pain...

He had already forgotten this feeling.

He is not someone who just sits and waits to die. After he massaged his arm a little, Gin immediately fused his ankle, and then began to think of a way to solve the shackles. However, after trying for a long time, Gin's feet were still connected to the chains.

The chains cling to the bones and skin, unable to break free.

A drop of water dripped on his face, and there was a faint smell of rust in the air.

He raised his head sharply——
From this angle, he saw the thing that refused to rest in peace at a glance.It hangs pale above its head, its eyes staring down dead silently.Blood was flowing from the broken neck, and the eyeballs that were about to pop out looked at him, looking at him quietly.

Gin had a headache, and the things he had experienced all over again came back one by one, body pain, drowning suffocation, the feeling of dying, the first murder, his self-hypnosis, numbness, proficiency, heavy rain, and fire swallowed They... strong emotions, mixed memories like a rainstorm with lightning strikes the brain nerves that have been silent for a long time, Gin finally couldn't help moaning, he frowned, and forcibly suppressed the pain back, control, yourself , and others, this is what he is best at.

His body has never been in the category of becoming a monster, and what has become a monster has always been his heart, not his body.

Qin Jiu opened his eyes again, his vision had recovered, and the pain in his body gradually dissipated.

His chains were gone.

He was standing in an alley.

It was still dark in front of my eyes.

Rumble!
Tick ​​tock.

The rain poured down from head to toe.

This is a very long street, and the rain hit his nose and eyes, covering the sky and the sun, and the gray water turned the distance connecting the sky and the earth into darkness.

The gin was a little cold, and the view was obscured by the rain.

Darkness, he was in the dark, he was also in the dark, he had no time, and he shouldn't think about things he shouldn't think about.

He can't get out.

……

Gin realized something was wrong.

wrong.

He has gone out!
There was no one around him, everything he saw was black, he was fighting alone, stumbling in the rain.

I only vaguely remember that there is a person who is very important, because of his pride, he will not fall, because that person is waiting for him to go home, and he is even less willing to fall.

Gin shuttled through the rainstorm, as if going against time, his figure became smaller and smaller.

The rain is also getting less.

Tick-tock, he finally stopped beside the warm light, and there was an equally small figure standing beside the light.

I can't see my face clearly, but I can feel the warmth.

"Ah! North Wind..."

Gin finally remembered and also called out the name.

I wouldn't be crazy if I didn't see the sun.
I wouldn't be crazy if I didn't see the light of day.

(End of this chapter)