Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 243 Fanwai: Please listen to the voice of Antarctica [[-]]

Pisces has its own traffic, so many old fried dough stick directors who did not enter the dungeon brought their actors to watch 【Please listen to the voice of Antarctic】

They were well-informed, and they were not surprised by the so-called task of submitting the composition. They just discovered that there was a newcomer in the weakest team with a familiar symbol hanging above his head: [Unrecognizable image, grid too low]

One in front and one in back, it echoes with the front [Director: Pisces] [unrecognizable image, too low number of frames].

Everyone: "..."

what's the situation.

Hidden bosses among the cute newcomers.

Some people want to see Pisces, so they silently press the reward button. After a reward, a handsome man in the wind and snow appears in the original place of Pisces. The big white wings make people drool. It is the favorite of barbecue gourmets.

But the newcomer at the end is still a row of weak [Cannot recognize the image, the number of grids is too low, the unlocking degree is 6%]

This is like a firewall. The other party's firewall is obviously higher-end than Pisces.

The man didn't believe in evil, so he tipped another hundred.

Then, the studio went quiet.

It was a pair of eyes filled with stars.

Very beautiful.

The expression on his face is faint, but satisfaction is clearly written in his black and white eyes. The man's beautiful waistline and shoulders are eye-catching. The black windbreaker thoughtfully protects the "delicate" beauties from the wind and snow.

Everyone actually found dog food in the horror dungeon!
Some people who had watched the live broadcast of [Myself] had doubts on their faces. Isn't that man with long silver hair the director's sister's boyfriend?Wait... The director's "sister" is also a mythical creature, and the director's "sister" also has such beautiful eyes, and her figure looks similar no matter how you look at it.

Is this love...

Because as a director, you can't favor one of the actors.

But if it's also an actor...

Beauty Bodyguard and the stories I had to tell.

……

The punks complained a bit at first.

After being dragged for a while.

One by one rubbed their faces red.

Reluctantly following, they now know that they are not the protagonist, after all, no protagonist will be so badly disfigured just after appearing on the stage.

……

Conan was getting a little hungry.

"No, going on like this is not an option." Conan said to Zhao Yuan.

"Hey, little brother, tell me, what do you think?" Zhao Yuan did not despise Conan, who looked like a child. On the contrary, Zhao Yuan attached great importance to the abnormally appearing child.

Since he is not outstanding physically, he must be able to enter the same group as adults, so he must have strengths to make up for his shortcomings.

Zhao Yuan moved his ears closer and motioned Conan to talk about his opinion.

"Brother director, I think that in such a snowstorm, it is impossible to tell the direction at all. This kind of physical exertion is not long-term at all. We don't even know whether we are going in circles."

"Moreover, due to the deflection force of the earth's rotation, the orientation of the South Pole deviates from our cognition. Without a fixed indicator, if we go on like this, it will be a waste of effort and energy. It is better to stop and start from scratch." Think of a way here. They are different from us, we are human, afraid of the cold, they are not afraid of the cold, maybe in this copy, they have a special identity, this identity, maybe it can help us leave."

"Little brother, you are very smart." Zhao Yuan looked at Conan with complicated eyes, and he pulled out a hand to rub Conan's head. "I'll ask the seniors in front of me for their opinions, and then everyone will organize to check the differences of the so-called newcomers."

"Senior Pisces, Senior Jue, can you stop for a while?" Zhao Yuan shouted into the wind and snow.

Zhao Yuan's voice was very loud, even though it was broken by the wind and snow, it was like the neighing of a cuckoo at midnight, or the neighing of some kind of wild beast.

However, that voice should be heard, but the eight people who walked further and further away did not look back.

Even, because of the time they stopped just now, their team was a little far behind the two teams in front... farther and farther away.

Not an illusion!

"not good!"

……

The snow... suddenly became heavier.

A mist hung over them.

In the blink of an eye, the final match against the two teams led by Pisces...

Disappeared in front of my eyes!

……

Zhao Yuan looked serious.

The most dangerous are often...

unknown.

There seemed to be no choice now, they had to move forward, because the thick fog that rolled around seemed to force them to go somewhere.

If you go, there is still a chance of life, if you don't go, bad things will definitely happen.

Zhao Yuan comforts Mengxin "North Wind" who is walking with Qin Jiu.

"Don't be too scared, you don't necessarily die." This sentence was also said to Hattori Heiji who was frozen into black chicken jelly.

Heiji's teeth were fighting at first, but after being surrounded by black mist, it wasn't so cold anymore. He nodded, and then glanced at Beifeng with a calm face.

Where did this little five director see that the hot man was scared?Beifeng Mingming had a great time with the underworld boss.

The corners of the originally serious mouth were slightly twitching.

He probably didn't know a thing or two about the director and his boyfriend Nuanwei.

During the three days of rest, Conan complained about gin with him every day, and Hattori Heiji knew everything he didn't want to know, so his eyes were a bit complicated.

Look at the gin and the north wind, how sweet it is.

That kind of ruthless man, a man who doesn't blink, should not be a person who is amorous...

No, how could he whitewash the "criminal"!
He kicked him just now, and his ass still hurts now...

But it's really not like... His clothes are meticulous and his style is concise. At first glance, he looks like a universal single dog. To have a blue-faced confidant is already a miracle...

Hattori Heiji shook his head and nodded, completely thinking about things that had nothing to do with the dungeon.

The slippery, snowy ground under the feet is no longer the texture of sunken snow, but like the tongue of some kind of carnivore, somewhere unknown, maybe more than a pair of eyes, looking excitedly at the five fresh prey .

After walking for a while, they saw the cliff. The iron locks that could reach the other bank had been frozen, emitting a cold light. The bottom of the cliff was bottomless. Zhao Yuan simply squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow .

Squeeze into an acquainted puck and drop.

There was no sound of landing.

Only the slightest cold wind poured into the ears.

"There is no way, we don't know where this iron chain leads, but behind us, the fog is chasing us." Zhao Yuan smiled wryly.

"It's up to fate."

"Wait." Heiji Hattori kicked the place Zhao Yuan dug the snow with his foot.

"There's something wrong here, the thickness of the snow is wrong, here..." He flipped the snow with his feet... Flipping over, Hattori Heiji seemed to have kicked something hard.

His face became serious.

Something was hidden under a thin layer of snow.

The snow-white snow, the gray-white skull, and the darkness in the hollow eye sockets seem to be calling for the living: stay.

Death is eternal.

……

Others help turn the snow.

Soon a large ossuary site appeared.

Judging from the color and texture of these bones, they seem to be old bones, with no trace of flesh and blood on them, and they are clean, like specimens and works of art.

Through the ice layer, you can still see the layers of bones below. There may be men, women, humans, and dogs inside. The bones do not distinguish between you and me. They are sweetly mixed together and frozen into one Broken landscape.

Countless empty eyes, silent calls.

……

suddenly!

A skull moved, it was a dog-headed skull with a wronged name.

The dog's head grunted and rolled around.

It stopped at the feet of Conan who had just been put down by Zhao Yuan.

Something seemed to have come out of the snow.

Brings out a bloody, human hand.

What fell on the ground was a scraper for scraping cucumbers. The blood on the scraper had not yet solidified.

The little thing that got out tilted its head, jumped up, and stepped on the bloody scraper.

Suddenly: "Zizizi..."

Everyone was horrified.

Zhao Yuan, who has good hearing, looks at Conan.

It turned out that it was Conan, with serious eyes, gnashing his teeth, and began to do what mice love to do.

(End of this chapter)