Chapter 170 Precognitive Dream?
Chapter 170 Predicting the Dream?
Author: Six Days and Four Dusts
Chapter 170 Predicting the Dream?
Squat down and looked at Jiang Yuan Shinan's smiling sleeping face. He originally wanted to reach out and pat Tang Ze, who had made some confirmation. After thinking about it, he felt a little dirty, so he just used the gun barrel to quarrel.
His face was poked and there was no movement.
"Don't poke Tang Ze." From the headphones, there was a sound that Seikawa Hui couldn't bear to look at him, "The recording has been stopped, it's OK."
"Ah, have you finished the filming? That's good." Hearing this sentence, Tang Ze relaxed his voice that had been suppressing and took off his mask and hat. "This set of clothes is completely airtight, and Akiko Sayama's purchase budget doesn't look high."
"Aren't you having a lot of fun?" Miyano Akimi chuckled in his voice, "Okay, move faster, let's send the video to Akiko Sayama right away."
"Okay, come here."
Tang Ze walked towards the bed, took off the camera placed on the drawer, then looked at the left and right, and directly reached out to pull out an empty suitcase from the prop bar.
Jianghara Shinobu was very tall, but fortunately she was thin, so she stuffed it into the box and barely posed for him in a curled position, finally stuffing him into the box.
A living person with a height of more than 100 pounds put a lot of pressure on the suitcase. Tang Ze adjusted the angle for a while before he could maintain a normal form with no flaws.
There is no way. Although he can take many ways to take away the sleepy Ehara Toshino, he has to hand it over to Gin and the others, so he has to have a relatively normal delivery method to cover up.
If Akichigoro swayed and walked to the joint place with a living person...
Then Gin should have suspected that he had turned against him and deliberately led the police to arrest people.
After walking around the suitcase twice, Tang Ze was quite satisfied.
He thought about it and put on the unventilated mask, kept the dark night baron, dragged his suitcase to the balcony with wide views.
The Izu Princess Hotel has adopted a slightly misaligned design starting from the 20th floor. The layout of the 20th floor is slightly staggered from the rooms downstairs. From the right side of the balcony of 2101 where Ehara Tomono is located, you can directly see the balcony of 19th floor.
Tang Ze lowered his head and looked down along the railing.
In the balcony of Room 1901, Akiko Sayama, who was handsome, widened her eyes and looked up at him standing on the balcony, holding the suitcase in her hand.
She must have received an email from Mingmei and the others. She looked at him with expectations and fear. The blew Ji Feng blew her neat short hair soaringly.
The black robe on Tang Ze was also blown up by the violent wind, and black waves were rolled up.
He raised his hand, raised his hat and signaled to her.
Akiko Sayama tightly clamped the stone bricks on the edge of the balcony. The rough facade made her fingertips hurt, but at this moment she could only hear the whistling sound of the wind in her ears and her violent heartbeat.
In her unbelievable gaze, the dark night Baron in black carried a huge suitcase in one hand, and like a traveler about to set off, he climbed the balcony railing on the 21st floor.
After watching the video, Akiko Sayama knew that there was her enemy, Ehara Tono, who was not aware of life and death.
Baron Dark Night turned his back and bowed slightly to her, like a curtain call actor, fell backwards and fell straight from the height of the 21st floor.
Akiko Sayama lay on the railing in surprise, but found that the rapidly falling figure disappeared directly into the air with the luggage in his hand.
Outside the building, there were only rustling winds and empty starry sky constantly blowing out.
"Baron Dark Night" disappeared.
Like a real monster thief.
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Kogoro Mouri fell on the bed, making a slight snoring sound.
Ran Maori lay on another big bed, smiling slightly, and fell asleep.
Lying on the wide sofa bed, Conan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Today, I met all the participants of the event, exchanged important information with Tang Ze, and enjoyed the charming beach and delicious meals, and everything went smoothly.
It was a Christmas Eve where nothing happened.
This peace made him a little uneasy. He had a feeling that everything should not have been so peaceful.
What is the purpose of organizations looking for programmers who have “tainted stains”?
"Night Baron", a powerful virus that will destroy all the data of the target computer. Since the computer that has been ravaged by it has lost all the data and is difficult to recover, it is not known how it works, and there is no effective means to stop it.
Like the mysterious monster thief in his father's novel, he came and went without a trace and killed people invisibly.
How were these people connected by the "Baron of Dark Night"?
All kinds of puzzles lingered in his mind. He pulled the blanket on his body, and always felt that in the quiet night of the night, in addition to the fierce sea breeze, there was also a faint low sob.
It's like sadness, or relief...
After whisking for a long time, he fell asleep in anxiety.
That night, he slept very lightly and could hear the sound of the other two people in the room, but unexpectedly had a dream.
In my dream, I only saw the dark night baron wearing a high hat, with his black robe and cloak dancing wildly in the strong wind. The smiling man stood upright at the highest point of the hotel like a bamboo, standing on the narrow railings of the watchtower, and opening his arms to the sky.
As he moved, the blue sky slowly twisted and rolled, as if countless flesh and blood were rolling and moaning in it, and everything was twisted like purgatory.
The sky was torn apart by this nightmare figure, and the wounds and soul of the world were gradually torn apart with his conductor's dancing hands.
He seemed to have torn off the outer skin of the world, exposing the blood vessels and muscles inside.
Listening to the buzzing and howling from the wound, the person beneath the smile made a hoarse and crazy laughter.
In this scene of the arrival of doomsday, a white-haired figure approached the Dark Night Baron facing the sky.
A very long red scarf was wrapped around his neck, flying backwards in the wind, extending continuously into the sky, as if he had been connected to the blood-colored scar, drawing nutrients from it.
The white-haired boy's eyes were covered by black cloth strips, and he got closer and closer to the laughing Baron of Dark Night, stretched out his hand and pushed him down without hesitation.
The laughter of the Dark Night Baron stopped abruptly, as if he had lost control, fell straight to the ground, hitting the statue of the knight holding the hilt in the center of the open-air restaurant, and was penetrated by the blade.
The black mud splattered from his chest, and the pale mask turned into the face of the corpse, solidifying on his face.
In the sky, the torn scar slowly closed, and the stars and the moon rose.
At the twilight, Joker's red scarf was wrapped in a pair of red wings, gently wrapping him.
Like a mother's hug.
The red figure stood in the midst of a full moon hanging high, like a huge golden pupil, with red vertical pupils like cats.
The vertical pupil looked at him.
Conan was shocked and sat up.
"Conan!" Seeing the little boy suddenly thrust twice, Ran Mori was shocked, and he was about to wake him up, "What's wrong?"
Conan touched his head blankly, and the dream just now flashed in his mind in pieces.
A dream that makes people a little scared and inexplicably touching...
He subconsciously looked out the window.
A faint moon shadow still hangs in the horizon on the other side, and the gentle morning light rises from the coastline, reflecting a warm orange-red color on the blue coast of Izu.
It was still early, a cloudless morning.
"...What a strange dream." Conan scratched the back of his neck, a little confused.
|ω`) The inspiration is very successful.
Chapter completed!