Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 "Stop contact with the police," Akemi Miyano asked in surprise, "What does this mean?"

　　 "This usually means that the undercover agent is instigated..." Hui Yuanai's cold voice sounded.

　　 Kazemiyu also heard a quick retort: ​​"Impossible, Mr. Asano will never..."

　　 "It's also possible that he is dead." Huihara added the second half of the sentence with a grimace.

　　Miyano Akemi: "..."

　　 Kazemi Yuya: "..."

　　 Mr. Asano is worthy of being Mr. Asano. The people around him are more brave than the other. She is a seven-year-old girl who can tell the story of her brother's death so calmly.

Do not! Why are you dead? ! !

Kazami Yu was also on the other end of the phone. He didn't notice, but Miyano saw it. When Xiao Ai said those words, although her expression was very cold, her palms were tightly clenched into fists, and her muscles were tight. Even the shoulders were shaking.

Akemi Miyano stretched out her hand to hug Huibara. She took a deep breath and said to Kazami Yuya in a very solemn tone: "Kazami police officer, we really have no choice but to ask you. Please be sure to think about it. A way to save Mr. Asano. I believe he will not die so easily!"

　　 "Of course." Kazami Yu also stood at attention, "We will do our best!"

　　 However, this handsome set of standing at attention did not win for Feng Jianyu. Instead, his colleagues around him gave him weird glances. Kazami Yu also touched his nose awkwardly, put down the phone, and prepared to report the current situation with his superiors, and think of a way...

and many more! The little girl with Ms. Kawakami just now was Asano Huihara, whom Mr. Asano had adopted before, right? How did that kid know that Mr. Asano was undercover? No way, Mr. Asano even tells my sister this kind of thing?

　　……

　　 Xinfan didn't know how long he stayed here until the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen by the cold temperature. The wound on the shoulder was very painful at first, heart-piercing pain, but now only acupuncture-like numbness is left.

　　 His hands and feet are bound, he has turned blue and purple, almost unconscious. His brain is very clear, always paying attention to the surrounding movement, but after leaving Stout, his ears can no longer hear any sound.

　　 Quietness, no, it should be called deathly silence.

　　 When darkness deprived of sight, silence deprived of hearing, numbness deprived of touch, blood deprived of smell and taste, what is left of him?

　　 There is only one cold heart left, beating lonely in the dark night.

　　 It was only at such a moment that he realized that what he usually ignored was so important to human beings.

　　 After entering this room, Hiroki disappeared. The artificial intelligence has nothing to do with this primitive way of detention, he can only follow the arrangements before Xinfan, and stand by. Of course, if he knew that Xinfan would definitely die, maybe Hongshu would do something contrary to his will.

　　 This is what Xinfan didn't want to see.

　　 He seems to be asleep again.

　　 The "creak" when the door is gently pushed open, the "creak" when the wheels roll on the floor, these sounds that would not have been noticed before, are as clear as thunder in this small space.

　　 Xinfan wanted to open his eyes, but for too long in the dim environment, his eyes could no longer adapt to the dazzling light that suddenly appeared.

　　 He can only barely judge that there are two people standing opposite.

　　 Just then, one of them spoke with a familiar voice: "Mezcal, maybe you will be free soon."

　　 is Hoon Aoki, Shinshige remembers his voice.

　　 "I'll prepare the medicine, you take his temperature first." Aoki Hoon said to the other person in the room.

　　The man picked up an infrared thermometer and took a photo of Mezcal's forehead.

　　 Aoki is opening the ampoule containing the liquid medicine and adding it to the physiological saline: "Thirty-two degrees Celsius, the body temperature is low. But it does not affect the drug injection."

　　Because of the hole in the clothes, Hoon Aoki easily peeled off the sleeves of Xin Fan's shirt. He didn't hesitate to stick a needle.

　　 Shinhan's skin and muscles have long been paralyzed, and he can't even feel the touch of the needle. But as soon as the liquid medicine was injected into the body, he started to feel a headache. His head was dizzy, and there seemed to be black shadows constantly sweeping around in front of his eyes.

　　Oops, isn't it a mental drug?

　　 He knows that in the past, it was popular to inject anesthetics to calm the criminals and let people answer questions unconsciously. They will often confide things that no amount of punishment will necessarily be said.

　　 It’s just that the confession obtained in this way is not always true and valid. It will be influenced by the interrogator’s suggestion and will have no effect on the mentally ill. It will be gradually abolished by countries around the world.

　　 The organization is a criminal group, of course it doesn’t care about it.

　　 "Turn on the light." A second before he lost consciousness, Shinshige heard Hoon Aoki say this.

　　 He felt his body gradually lighten up, and the numbness and pain gradually disappeared. He seems to have become a catkins floating in the spring breeze, light and free.

　　 He allowed himself to drift forward in the wind, and he scanned the surrounding scenery aimlessly. Sometimes it is a mountain, sometimes a river, sometimes it is the waves of Tokyo, and sometimes it is the forest of Nagano.

　　 He seemed to have a dream, a long dream.

Obviously smoking is harmful to your health ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it will also make his body carry the smell of tobacco fermentation that cannot be wiped off, but in his dream he once leaned on the side of a sports car and swallowed the clouds and fog; obviously killing is the most reckless In this way, no one has the right to deprive others of their lives, but in his dream his hands were once stained with blood; Mingming’s brother is his only family member, and Zero is his best friend, but in his dream he stands stupidly. In front of them, for a long time, I couldn't call that title from the bottom of my heart.

　　 Zhu Fu Jingguang thought, this dream is really scary.

　　 I heard that as long as he speaks it out, the dream will not become a reality. He must tell his friends about the nightmare in the morning class.

　　 Zhu Fu Jingguang got up from the soft bed and hurriedly changed into the uniform issued by the police academy. I don't know if there is a problem with the glasses, the world in his eyes seems to be grayed out, like the scene of the appearance of the memory in a TV series.

　　, it must be because of the lack of rest after investigating mom and dad's affairs last night.

　　 He turned on the faucet, took a glass of water, and started brushing his teeth. However, Zhu Fu Jingguang found that his mouth was dripping with blood, and red liquid mixed with foam was dripping from his lips.

　　 He was so frightened that he couldn't hold the cup tightly, and the plastic cup fell into the basin with a snap. Only then did he notice that the clear water flowing out of the faucet turned into blood at some point.

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