Xiaolan died like this.

He died inexplicably.

Even before he died, he had no time to tell his true identity.

hehe……

Conan smiled bitterly in his heart.

He thought to himself that Xiaolan's last expression before her death must be a silly and gentle smile, right?

...She is such a clumsy girl.

Even if...even if you let yourself see her body...

Conan thought blankly and ignored everything outside.

Anyway, for him, it's all over.

"Your sister Xiaolan is really miserable, her blood is like a map of the world..."

"Oh, the noise is so big, I wonder if those guys can do the aftermath."

"...By the way, can you continue to cooperate with the work of the detective? After completing the interrogation, I plan to go to the convenience store when I go back."

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead. You look so stupid like this. If you really can't, you can just scold me."

He talked about Shirakawa Yu and Conan who kept silent.

This scene lasted for a long time during the interrogation.

Finally, Yu Shirakawa took out a small bottle helplessly, approached Conan, and kept shaking around the sack.

"You are not ignoring me, are you?"

With a unique smile, Shirakawa Yu tilted the bottle above the sack to let the liquid inside be injected into the sack.

He turned his wrist and slowly circled Conan's head, allowing the sticky liquid to penetrate the entire sack.

In order to prevent the liquid from getting stuck on Conan's clothes or elsewhere, he even turned on [Analysis].

"I didn't plan to use this one."

While he was speaking, the smell of liquid spread into Conan's nose.

The irritating smell almost suffocated him.

That's the smell of lamp oil.

If there is a little flame that touches the sack now...

Then the whole sack, together with Conan's head, would burn.

If the fire is not extinguished in time, although it will not be burned to death, it will be 100% baptized by the flames and disfigured.

Just as Yu Shirakawa finished pouring the lamp oil and wanted to continue to sniff the lighter cover and threatened him, Conan in the sack suddenly spoke quietly:

"As for the organization, I only know one existence codenamed Heihu Afu, and I don't know anything about the rest."

Conan's tone was so calm that it was admirable.

But in fact, that is a way of speaking even colder than a machine after the heart dies.

See this.

Maybe he felt a little bored, Shirakawa sighed:

"That's it, forget it, it's really, I'm tired of playing."

"...I'll take off the sacks for you, Detective, after all, I'm not a devil."

After finishing bored, Shirakawa Yu picked up a dagger from a pile of props and reached into the sack.

With the sneer, a few sounds sounded.

As he was familiar with the knife, Shirakawa Yu cut off the rope and the belt and took off the sack full of lamp oil for Conan.

Finally, I got out of the darkness and saw the light of day again.

Conan raised his dark and unsightly eyes and glanced at the scene.

What hits me was a bloody smell that was more pungent than lamp oil.

This room is probably an abandoned building, an abandoned bar with dim lights.

Dr. Agasa fainted at the bar not far away, his right hand was covered in blood.

Xiaolan was on the floor directly in front of her, with blood hanging on her chest, falling into her own pool of blood.

As for Uncle Maori, he was not injured.

However, he locked his handcuffs with his hands and was fixed to the pillars in the room. This may be because he witnessed Xiaolan's death with his own eyes, and he couldn't bear it and fainted deeply.

The only person standing in the room was wearing a black windbreaker, Shirakawa Yu, who was like a demon god.

After silently looking around the sad scenes inside, Conan's dark pupils did not restore any color except for pausing on Xiaolan's body for a while.

Yu Shirakawa sat behind the bar, staring at Conan curiously.

This expression...

Is it the fear of death? Is it the sadness of Xiaolan being hurt? Is it the endless anger at what he did? Or the straightforward hope that he has not given up on reality yet?

——None of them.

From Conan's expression, Shirakawa Yu could only read a kind of despair that was completely lost and silent after the war.

Mom, this child was completely stunned by the knife.

Although this script is the product of the joint efforts of two novelists, He and Yusaku Kudo...

But it seems that the effect of this program is a bit too much.

He couldn't help looking at "Maori Kogoro".

By the way, this is really a dad.

——Looking at his son's dark expression on his face, his disguise, and his father was still lying on the ground without moving.

He shook his head a little unbearable, and was about to tell Conan the truth to end this overdrafted drama.

But at this moment, Conan didn't look back, and his voice trembled quietly:

"Mr. Shirakawa, can you tell me why you did this?

"...Xiaolan, she, obviously, did nothing wrong, right?"

"?"

After calling this guy for a long time, he wanted to talk to himself again?

Helplessly, Yu Shirakawa scratched his cheeks and could only continue to follow Conan and sneered:

"You want to ask, why are good and evil deeds in opposition?"

"...You can leave this boring question to hell and think about it."

After saying that, he pressed the gun on Conan's forehead.

As a result, Conan didn't even have any move to resist, and his dark eyes slowly closed, as if he was saying to him, "You can do it."

Yu Shirakawa looked bored.

Conan's expression was so lifeless that he had no pleasure.

He belongs to the kind of person who likes to appreciate the panicked expression of the victim, and uses it to fill the emptiness in his heart, just like spiritual food.

But now, Conan's expression has become a stone, and he still makes him appreciate it? Isn't it fun at all, okay?

Sure enough, everything has a critical point, and it will be no fun if everything is extreme.

Speaking of which, the script here is not designed well.

If Kogoro first starts the operation and finally stages a scene of Xiaolan being attacked and killed by a counterattack... With Conan's psychological quality, he might be able to hold on until the end.

There are quite some things that are hindsighted, and I think seriously in my heart.

Seeing that Conan had nothing to do, he closed his eyes and did not move at all.

Yu Shirakawa slowly moved the muzzle aimed at Conan.

Then, when Conan was confused, he reached out and bent his fingers and flicked his fingers gently at Conan's forehead.

"I said, don't disappear like this easily if you want to survive."

"...Your parents will be very disappointed if you act like this."

“Eh?”

Conan was in pain and opened his eyes in a daze.

Shrugging, Shirakawa Yu walked behind him and squatted down, neatly cutting a few ropes that bound Conan's hands and feet.

At this moment, he put away his abominable evil face and said as gentle as before:
To be continued...