Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: The Rules That You Can't Cross the Boundary
While the two men were still brainstorming, Conan saw that Dica, who had been regarded as an ordinary doll, shook her tail.
Swinged...tail?!
"Mr. Amuro, is that line of glowing things floating in the air?! Projection? Or is it a high-tech?!" Conan grabbed Amuro's corners with shock and pinched the flat corners into a wrinkled ball.
"That..."
The corners of Anmu's lips were shaking, as if they wanted to say something. However, the next second, they saw the girl who was held in her arms raised her delicate and pale face, and the tiny light floating in her eyes was clearly visible. Conan was like a stuck machine, and his thinking fell into a "kick" pause.
Glowing?
Her eyes glowed?
Is it because of the high-tech in the eyes? So Patus is actually visible, just teasing him?!
The next second when his mind was stuck, Conan's pupils shrank again, trembling.
The magnificent blue flame occupied the entire field of view, like a falling meteor, dripping into the ink in the water tank, and rushed up into the gap on the ground.
"ah--!"
A shrill scream suddenly sounded, and the two people hugging each other, the ground invaded by flames suddenly collapsed. Nightmare butterflies born in the sea of fire stoke their magnificent wings, carrying the little bug lurking on the ground from the darkness to the daytime.
The butterflies, which seemed to be swept away by the wind, picked up the adults who were a hundred times the proportion of their bodies and slung them in the air.
Conan's mind was blank, and everything he had just thought was like he had been thrown into a paper shredder, turning into chaotic fragments scattered.
"What is that...?"
Amuro was also shocked and his brain was stuck.
As "Zero" in charge of intelligence, he certainly knew that there was a group of special people in the gray world.
But the number of people in this group is too rare, and there are less than 0.1% of the people in the whole world. The special talents located in Japan are almost all enclosed in the special city of Yokohama and rarely seen in daily life.
He has also handled and handed over such special events, but this is the first time he has faced the alien abilities.
but......
Anmuro's clear vision couldn't help but fall to the Wujou who reached out to hook the black eye mask, revealing a pair of eyes from the sky that emitted a light halo.
If there is no error in his memory and information he has mastered, Gojou...isn't he the strongest magician in the world of spells?
How could you be involved with the people in the organization?!
Amuro's heart was filled with storm, and Conan, who had not received a response for a long time, turned his head and saw Amuro's suddenly pale handsome face.
"Mr. Amuro?"
Conan couldn't help but scream again, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Mr. Amuro, that person seems to be killed by Pattus and the others. What should we do to save..."
"Don't get involved in their affairs."
Amuro interrupted Conan's unfinished words hoarsely, with solemnity in his purple-gray pupils.
Conan frowned and looked at the person who was carried into the air and covered his neck in pain, as if he was about to suffocate to death, and looked anxious: "But Mr. Amuro, that's also a life!"
The purple-gray pupils of Amuro's eyes changed, and finally a thick layer of ice condensed, burying all emotions deep under the ice and immersing themselves in the cold bottom of the lake.
"I know he is a life."
"But, Conan, not all those who have made mistakes have the opportunity to atone for sin and survive."
Conan was stunned, "What does this mean?"
Amuro looked at the white-haired man whose expression had been stained with a cold murderous intent, and exhaled a long sigh: "This is the rule, Kudo Shinichi. The rule that ordinary people cannot cross the line."
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Chapter completed!