[The guy who hit my hand has no option to survive.——tiamary]
[He is an interesting experimental subject that I raised. If he dies, you can be the next one. If he is not as interesting as him...——cahors (Cahors)]
[I will dig out your heart.——cahors]
Tiamali put away her phone, not wanting to reply to the messages.
I am also afraid that the other party will think that I have decided to go against him.
Still, he took out his cell phone and replied desperately.
[As you wish, I didn’t die, I just taught you a lesson. Is that kid the missing high school student detective Kudo Shinichi? Did you feed him Shirley’s medicine?——tiamary]
The average member didn't know the effects of the drugs Shirley studied, but Tiamali knew about it as someone who had taken the drugs studied by the other party's parents.
The drug studied by Elena Miyano is the predecessor of the drug studied by Shirley, or it is the previous generation.
He and Belmode have maintained their youthful appearance thanks to taking drugs.
Then, it is normal for the new generation of drugs Shirley is researching to turn into children.
Thinking about it this way, Havana, the experimental subject at the base, may have also taken the drug studied by Shirley.
Maybe Shirley defected...
Either he is really dead, or he is now like a child.
"Did you escape alive, or are you really dead?" Taking off the hood and mask, taking off her clothes and the stuffing inside, the pink-haired woman muttered to herself in the mirror.
…
In a deserted corner, there was a small figure lying.
And a pool of blood underneath him.
The figure on the ground opened its eyes.
it hurts.
Kudo Shinichi smiled when he saw the man, and then fired without warning.
Before he could react, a bullet penetrated his chest.
When he fell to the ground, his vision gradually blurred, and he could only see the originally honest and honest man standing aside, looking down at him from above, with an unknown smile on his lips.
Then he fell into darkness.
Thinking of this, he immediately sat up.
He reached out and touched the place where the bullet penetrated.
There was a hole in the clothes, but the body was intact.
"It's strange... I've obviously been shot." He thought while touching his chest.
Is he dreaming?
Speaking of which, this scene seems a bit familiar...
Where is it...
"By the way, the amusement park." When he was knocked unconscious by the man in black at the amusement park.
He was also lying on the ground alone.
He looked at the blood on the ground, and then at himself, who was almost all covered in blood.
He pinched himself hard.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
"It's not a dream..." He looked at the blood on the palm of his hand.
"Why..." This amount of bleeding...
"Am I still alive?" And...
The wounds are gone too.
He stood up from the pool of his own blood beneath him.
My vision went dark and I almost fainted again.
"This look... must not be seen by Xiaolan." He gritted his teeth and thought.
That man must be from the organization.
Xiaolan will definitely be worried and scared when she sees her appearance.
Don't make her worry or scared.
You can't tell Dr. Ali either, as your parents will find out.
Damn it.
He took out his earring-shaped mobile phone and dialed the number.
"Hey, Tsushima, are you free?"
"Bring me some clothes..."
"I am here……"
"Don't tell my parents."
He hung up the phone and sighed helplessly.
Not long after waiting, I saw a familiar black vehicle appear in sight.
Maybe in order to keep a low profile, the other party only drove one car.
Edogawa Conan ran over to the car, opened the rear door, and got in.
Shuji Tsushima saw him coming up and pulled up the fender inside the car.
"Sorry to trouble you." Edogawa Conan took off his bloodstained clothes and put on brand new clothes on the seat.
White shirt and blue suit shorts.
The bow on his body was not stained with blood, at least there was no difference between it and the original one.
"Tell me, have you met someone from that organization?" Tsushima Shuji kept looking out the window. He didn't turn around until the sound of changing clothes behind him stopped, and just asked in a calm tone.
"It should be." Edogawa Conan looked serious.
"Moreover, I was clearly shot in the chest by that man's gun, and the blood on my body was all my own, but I didn't die."
"There are no wounds on the body." He touched his chest and said with lingering fear.
At that moment, the death he felt was real.
Cold darkness.
"Where are the bullets?" Tsushima Shuji finally turned his head and looked him up and down and asked.
"Not found." Edogawa Conan frowned and shook his head.
After he woke up, he searched the scene and saw no bullets at all.
"It should be on you." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes and looked at the blood-stained clothes that were thrown aside.
"According to what you said, that man was a member of that organization and even knew your identity. The bullet did hit you, but you didn't die."
"It seems like something strange was used on you again." Shuji Tsushima gave the elementary school student a dark look.
What else is weird? Healing spray, perhaps a higher-level healing potion than healing spray.
After all, the spray is diluted, and almost every member of the organization code has a copy when doing tasks, which is used to treat wounds in an emergency.
That is to say, it has the effect of calming and stopping bleeding and accelerating healing.
After all, it can be regarded as overdrafting the vitality to recover, and there is no benefit in using it too much.
Tiamali used the best healing potion for Conan.
It is also the kind that overdrafts your life the most.
Based on a life of one hundred years, it can only be used fifteen times at most.
"..." Edogawa Conan silently rummaged through the clothes he had changed.
He took out a bullet still stained with blood from his pocket.
Put it in the palm of your hand and hold it tightly.
His eyes were full of anger.
"My identity has been discovered."
"The man said to teach me a lesson, so I survived because he was not prepared to let me die."
"But why? Why isn't he ready to let me die?"
"What is the purpose of him...or that organization?"
"Damn it, I can't understand." He punched the seat angrily.
Why?
"Maybe it's not the organization that discovered your identity, but just someone." Shuji Tsushima looked at the elementary school student who exuded a depressive aura with deep eyes.
"Maybe this time is, as he said, a warning lesson."
"At least the person who discovered your identity doesn't want you to die."
"That organization may not be united. It should be divided into several factions."
"And the person who discovered your identity doesn't want you to die. In other words, he will protect you and hide your identity for you." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and looked at the primary school student.
Edogawa Conan raised his head.
"Protect...me?"
What is this? Pity? No.
"The medicine I took... was dangerous? So dangerous that I was the only one who survived?" No, there was also the woman from the organization, Haihara Ai, or Shirley.