Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 292: This road has no retreat
Speaking of this, Kirishima thought that Nanata also knew that he had misunderstood Takaji Sousuke's kindness.
He sat slumped on the bed and put his hands in his hair. He didn't know what to say for a while. He only knew that as long as Tingji was by his side, he would be safe.
This was the first time that he felt safe with the police, an unprecedented sense of security.
Fujiwara Yu didn't just look at him in a daze. He wanted to know why Kirishima had such a big reaction to Mitsuru Hosei. You must know that when "The Devil's Trill" first appeared, his expression was very wrong. Then
Hakushu Mayumi was not dead at that time, so logically speaking, he should not have reacted so strongly.
"Would you like to tell me now? Why are you so afraid of Miho Hosei who committed suicide, and why are you so afraid of the music "Devil's Trill".
Kirishima thought Nanata pursed his lips but did not answer. He was afraid that if he told his reasons, Officer Takaji would leave.
Fujiwara Yu shook his wrist in confusion to let half of the cigarette out of the cigarette box. He skillfully put the cigarette into his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and let out a long breath. If he didn't ingest some tobacco, he would really be consumed.
This man's grinding is annoying to death.
He half-closed his eyes, held the cigarette between his slender fingers, and said calmly:
"I have known for a long time that the death of Mihe Hosei was related to the four of you, so tell me boldly."
Kirishima thought Nanata was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect Takaji Sousuke to have known about this for a long time. No wonder he would target him. Is that what happened?
"...I received a phone call. I suddenly received a silent phone call a week ago. No one spoke. I could only hear the sound of the violin coming from the other end, and every time it was "Mitsuru Hosho" played.
The devil's trill.
It’s not just me, but Hakushu, Murasame and Goshimada. All the disciples have received the call. It’s unmistakable, it’s Hosho Mitsuru! And there is a scary mechanical sound at the end of the call, ‘Listen next time
When you play this song, it will be your death. It must be the ghost of Mitsuru Hosei. She has come back from hell to seek revenge on us!"
After saying these words, Kirishima thought that Nanata's tense nerves had been relieved, and maybe speaking out what was hidden in his heart would be a kind of relief to some extent.
He covered his face in pain, thinking of the tragic deaths of Hakushu Mayumi and Murasame Shione, and he really didn't want to become the third cold corpse.
Fujiwara Yu stubbed out the cigarette that he had only taken a few puffs on, waited until the butt was no longer hot, and then threw it into the evidence bag. He thought about the information Kirishima had provided in Nanata's words. If the murderer's target was indeed the four of them, then
He will definitely try his best to kill Kirishima.
Waiting and waiting may be a feasible method, although it is a bit stupid, but as long as the effect is good, it will be fine.
Fujiwara Yu's eyes fell on the violin case that fell to the ground when he opened the door. This guy actually used the violin case as a tool to block the door. He bent down to pick up the violin case and put it on the table aside. Unexpectedly,
The case plus the weight of the violin is quite heavy.
"You can't leave my sight for the next time, do you understand?"
"Well, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here."
Kirishima thought that Nanata wanted to live. As long as he could survive, he would be willing to admit the mistakes he had made before. He now knew very well that only by living could he have a chance. If he died, he would have nothing.
Already.
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Seeing that he was finally obedient, Fujiwara Yu was relieved. He walked to the window sill and sat down, looking at the heavy rain that was still falling outside the window. The melancholy between his eyebrows did not dissipate - and he did not know that Officer Henggou and Goto
How is Tian Xue doing?
I hope they are safe in this storm.
——
The typhoon roared past, easily drowning out the noise from the wipers' continuous operation.
Even if the wipers were adjusted to the highest gear, visibility was still very low. In order to ensure driving safety, Yokomori could only control the speed of the car at the lowest gear and turn on the headlights to the maximum to prevent the oncoming vehicles from being invisible.
Clear yourself.
He only ate a convenience store rice ball for lunch, and he was already hungry and stared at his half-moon eyes in confusion. He had been driving at such a snail's pace for more than half an hour, and he should not be far from his destination, the Fantasy Hall.
"Axue, we should be almost there, right? I just studied the route. The departure point is quite close to the Fantasy Hall. It should take 15 minutes to get there by normal driving." Henggou Shigego glanced at the rearview mirror and asked.
road.
Goshimada Manabu, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and nodded:
"Well, we should be there in about ten minutes. But I have been trying to contact them since just now, but the phone can't get through. I wonder if the typhoon weather has affected the signal in the mountains."
"I guess so. You don't have to worry. There are two policemen here. Everything will be fine." Henggou Shigego comforted him. He still believed that the basic qualities of the police would prevent them from falling behind when facing criminals.
Yu Xiafeng also knew Qian Su's strength. Although she was weaker than him in melee combat, she had the upper hand against most adult men who had not received systematic training.
But just two minutes later, Henggou Shigego noticed something was wrong with the road ahead. After getting closer, he discovered that it was a landslide. He did not expect to encounter such a thing. He really went out without looking at the calendar today, which was really unlucky.
Already.
He took the umbrella from the passenger car and got out of the car to check if there was a chance to drive there. However, it turned out that his idea was too naive. It was said that the car and people could not climb over it, so he could only walk there through other routes.
Yokomori Jugo returned to the car and patted the window glass. After Goshimada Manabu rolled down the window, he ordered:
"Ah Xue, why don't you just wait for me in the car? If you don't have enough physical strength to walk over, I really don't know if you can do it."
"Isn't it too scary to leave me here alone?" Goshimada Manabu quickly rejected this plan. He made a move that was quite powerful for him, and said with a naive smile: "Chonggo, you don't have to worry about me, I
OK!"
Yokomori Shigego knew that Goshimada had been afraid of the dark since he was a child. When they used to watch horror movies together, he would always cover his hands in front of his eyes. This guy really has not become bolder at all.
He sighed, and in order to help lighten the burden, he had to open the trunk of the car and help take the luggage:
"Okay, then I'll help you get the violin."
"Huh? No, I can just get it myself!"
"You're welcome to follow me!"
Yokomori Shigego directly lifted the trunk of the car and lifted the piano case inside. The smile on his face disappeared at that moment because he couldn't feel the weight of the violin... It was more like an empty box.
Why is the box empty?
Yokomori Shigego suddenly realized what the problem was. When he turned around to ask, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He staggered and fell to the ground. When he saw the expressionless Manabu Goshima holding a telescopic stick, he tried to reach out to stop him.
He made a mistake but had no strength left.
Goshimada Manabu put the telescopic stick in his hand back into his bag with a cold face. He helped up the unconscious Yokomori Shigego. He did not intend to help him bandage his wounds, but tied his hands with ropes and stuffed them into the car.
In the trunk.
As he closed the trunk, a flash of doubt flashed across his face, but it was eventually replaced by determination.