The situation on Conan's side was almost as Kurosawa Silver thought. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With his agile and small body, he used to knock down his armor, hide in the firelight, and run straight to the corner to make a realistic version of the Great Escape, and flexibly dodge in the knight's quarters.

On the premise of ensuring that Scobin could not see his true face, he used the bow voice changer to disguise the voices of the members of the expedition to sue Scobin for committing the crime, and he did not know whether it was intentional or not, and even used the voice of the cold river dragon who was killed by Scobin on the ship.

Under the bright light of the fire, the gunshots thumped, the sparks splashed with the hurried footsteps, and the sound of the dead resounded in the room, the hoarse and low voice was clearly clear, but it sounded more terrifying than the staccato sound.

This is a deep blow to Scobin, who is in the center of the knight's room.

The feeling of the person who was killed by himself now talking to him face to face cannot but be said to be creepy.

Is there really an undead in the world? No, it can't be, it must be fake, it must be some kind of guy pretending to be a ghost!

Scobin clenched her fists, her gray eyes flashed with a faint cold light, and the ghostly voice behind her sounded again, she instinctively turned around, and two bullets were fired, but the other party was running too fast, and after she turned around, she could only see the afterimage passing by, and none of the bullets missed.

As if mocking her, the voice that didn't know where it came from sounded leisurely again.

"You think that the treasures of the Romanov dynasty should be left to Rasp-Tin, who is close to the emperor's family. Conan hid behind the closet and used the bow voice changer to create the voice of Officer Shiratori, "So, you guess that instead of your ancestors, you want to get all the dynastic treasures, right?"

Instead of answering, Scobin stayed where he was, trying to find where Conan was hiding.

Conan didn't wait for Scoebin to answer, but quickly adjusted the tone of the voice changer, imitating the voice of the cadre, and said softly: "And insisting on attacking the opponent's right eye is also to remember the ancestor who was brutally killed." ”

Scobin's body froze involuntarily, his pupils dilated, and his voice trembled a little: "Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian?"

The footsteps behind her suddenly sounded, relaxed and comfortable, but it was extremely heavy for her.

Almost instantly, Scobin turned, his right hand with the gun stretched out, the muzzle of the black hole pointing straight ahead.

However, in the next second, her pupils contracted into a line of cat's eyes, and her mouth opened wide in surprise.

Against the backdrop of smoke from the flames, a schoolboy in a suit shirt and slacks walked slowly, and the last one stood sideways, standing in front of her with his hands on his hips, grinning, and under the light of the fire, his body was glowing with a light red light as if it had been specially effected.

The confident smile rippling at the corners of his mouth looks like a triumphant strategist.

But Scobin couldn't believe that Conan was the real murderer, squinted slightly, looked left and right, and seemed to want to find the existence of other people.

It wasn't until Conan's voice sounded that the silence was broken again: "It's just me." ”

"What?" Scobin looked at Conan in disbelief.

"You see, this is a bow voice changer. Conan was afraid that Scobin didn't know the details of himself, so he even pulled his bow tie at random, confessing the real secret of the voice that belonged to someone who should have died, "It can become anyone's voice." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Skobin narrowed his eyes, feeling a little dangerous existence for the first time in a long time, and beads of sweat inadvertently broke out on his forehead, sliding down his delicate face, making the atmosphere condense to the extreme.

"Conan Edogawa is a detective. Conan smiled slightly, naturally he would not let go of this opportunity to be in the limelight, and replied frankly.

The background of pulling the wind, the appearance of the pulling wind, and the words of pulling the wind directly raised the force to the highest point.

Detective, ...... Scopbin's gray eyes flickered, but he stared thoughtfully at Conan, taking advantage of the moment when the latter revealed her motives for killing one by one, the studs on her earlobes shook slightly, emitting a few unidentified syllables.

"You hear it clearly, as if you saw it. ”

It's a pity that Conan took it all as Scobin's cynicism at him, turned a blind eye, and continued to keep his mouth calm.

"The reason why you want to shoot Uncle Maori is because he spoke ill of Raspu-King in his study. When he said this, his expression was quite normal, but in the next second, the sound of grinding his teeth sounded, and his expression looked unusually cold, "But you even wanted to shoot Xiaolan, and you hit the ...... of Gray Plains."

The lenses are constantly reflected in the firelight, which shows how depressed he was when he said the last sentence.

The corners of Scobin's lips hooked, but he sneered: "Okay, is that enough?" It's a little pitiful, but you can also die for me." ”

"That gun, it's Waterl's PPK. Conan remained as calm as ever, "That is to say, the magazine of that gun can only hold eight bullets, one each for Mr. Qian, Uncle Maori, Xiaolan, and Gray Yuan, and just now you have used up 4 more bullets here, and you have no bullets now." ”

Hearing this strategic words, Scobin's smile turned even more cold: "I'll teach you one thing, on the premise that there are bullets in the chamber, and then there are eight bullets in the magazine, you can have nine bullets, that is, there is still one bullet in this gun in my hand." ”

The fire seemed to spread even more terrifyingly, and the beams and pillars on the ceiling fell to the ground with the fire, which was shocking.

Conan looked up at Scobin, his face calm: "Then you can try it, if there are really bullets." ”

"Oh?" Scobin chuckled, his finger on the trigger, muzzle straight, the red dot of the laser climbing down Conan's face, and finally on his right eye, no, the glasses he was wearing, "Goodbye, stinky boy." ”

If you do shoot, your eyes, glasses, whatever you do, you don't care, you end up being a broken work of art.

She licked the corners of her mouth, her smile a little cruel.

But I forgot what the consequences would be if the bullet missed.

Conan waited expressionlessly for the moment when the bullet was fired in a spiral, and the transparent lenses hid the confidence in his eyes.

He thought, and Scobin probably never dreamed, that his glasses had been replaced with tempered glass by Dr. Asa not long ago, and that even a high-speed bullet would bounce off them, and that all he would get was a little bit of impact.

Scobin focuses on the right eye of the human body, so he will definitely aim for his right eye, but the lens will bounce the bullet, so whether Scobin has no bullet or only one bullet, the winner must be him.

Conan's mind seemed to have that kind of scene in mind, which made the corners of his lips unconsciously hook.

However, in the next second, the bullet that was fired made his face change greatly.

A beam of silver light exploded from behind Scobing, slashed across her side, and reached Conan's eyes in an instant.

The target is not the right eye, but the left part of the heart! )