After being tied up for several hours, the garden's limbs were already very sore, numb and stiff. The gravel didn't know when it scraped a little blood on the thigh.

She regretted very much at this time, why she was wearing a school uniform skirt. Even a pair of pants is better than a skirt.

As the clock ticked to noon, hunger began to creep in.

Feeling the hunger in my belly, the emotions that couldn't be eased a lot have a tendency to burst the embankment. She held back her tears, which didn't do anything at this time.

She held back her tears and shifted slightly to a more comfortable position. The rope was tightly tied, and even though she kept trying to break free, it only loosened a little.

But it's better to loosen a little than to have no effect at all.

Perhaps because she was very confident in the rope she tied, or because she was too relieved that the garden was a powerless girl, the masked driver spent most of her time standing in the shadows of the wall and watching the road outside the window, not paying much attention to the movement on this side of the garden.

Sonoko took a deep breath and tucked her legs behind her, pressing against the wall, reaching her ankles with her hands and untying the ropes around her ankles.

......

In the town of Kato.

The young man with a suitcase flagged down a taxi, circled around the city, and walked to the bottom of a tall building.

He entered the elevator, and the transparent sightseeing elevator went all the way up to the floor where Kurosawa Naoya was.

Seeing the visitor come with a box, Kurosawa swallowed the last piece of steak. He tapped his fingers, and the young man walked straight to this direction.

The two didn't talk, and the person who came came over like an obedient puppet and put the box down, then turned and left.

Seeing that the other party walked some distance, Kurosawa Naoya snapped his fingers.

Hearing the voice, the young man paused and looked around, not knowing why he was here. He scratched his head and walked out of the restaurant in confusion that he had never dared to enter before.

Seeing that the problem was solved, Kurosawa Naoya took the box and weighed it, and after making sure that the weight was correct, he happily poured red wine into the glass.

The arrival of 100 million yen is not in vain for several days he has planned, nor is it in vain for this celebration banquet he prepared in advance.

The sun outside the window was just right, and he shook his wine glass lightly, savoring it slowly, comfortable and satisfied.

A tall building six hundred meters away, looking at the red dot on his glasses and stopping moving. Kamikawa instantly took the sniper rifle out of the guitar case, and without rushing to adjust it, he wiped it slowly.

The sniper rifle was cold and stiff to the touch, and the anger in his heart gradually calmed.

Overhead, the sky was clear and blue, dotted with white clouds.

"It's an insult to the sun to give him a funeral in such good weather. But presumably the sun wouldn't mind that. ”

Watching the red dot in the lens begin to move slowly, Kamikawa instantly mounted his gun, waiting for someone to appear at the place of his death that he had arranged for him.

Naoya Kurosawa stepped out of the elevator with the box and pressed the button on the first floor, humming a minor tune softly, casually looking at the scenery outside the glass.

Outside the window, a flock of crows flew by, their black feathers reflecting a blinding circle of light in the sunlight.

He loves this bird that brings death, he loves the carefully planned death flowers, and he also enjoys the excitement and pleasure of watching it up close.

The midday sun shone on him, reflecting a pale golden circle of light. He squinted his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

What could be more enjoyable than these?

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In the center of the cross is the smiling face of Naoya Kurosawa.

Kamikawa instantly took off his glasses, and his eyes, which had always been hidden by lenses, revealed the danger and coldness that had been hidden.

With his index finger on the trigger, his face was remarkably calm.

"Bang-"

The bullet burst out of the chamber, streaked through the gorgeous sky with a cold streamer, spun and smashed through the elevator glass, and without pausing for a moment, it directly shattered Kurosawa's smiling face.

"Let's go."

The still warm fingers became weak, the suitcase was loose, blood stained the entire elevator, and the man who was standing tall slowly smashed to the ground.

The crows in the air seemed to be frightened by the sound of the gunshot, and they quacked and circled for a while, and then fluttered their wings and flew off into the distance.

On the side of the street, Shuichi Akai walked down the road with a knitted hat and a long box on his back. I was about to walk into a store when I suddenly heard a familiar gunshot.

Although a silencer had been installed, the sound of the gunfire was so familiar that it immediately made him distinguish from the chaotic environment.

He frowned and turned to look back.

In the distance, the place where the gunshots came from was empty, and at the point where the bullets landed, only a little bright red blood could be seen, and it was creepy to go down the elevator.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, tightened the box on his back, and quickly left the place.

The blood-stained elevator came to a halt on one floor, and the crowd screamed as they prepared to enter.

The cracks of the gunshot, the scattered boxes, the corpses that fell to the ground, and the shattered faces frantically stimulated the nerves of everyone, and the person in front of him was so weak that he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Quick... Call the police! ”

Standing on the side of the street and looking back at the blood-stained buildings in the distance, Kamikawa instantly looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the golden sun exudes dazzling brilliance, and the eyes are dazzling.

He chuckled and looked down again.

"Now it's time to save the garden, I don't know what happened to that guy Conan."

"I have to go back and change my clothes and turn on my phone, otherwise Amuro will suspect that it will be bad for me......"

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Conan cautiously walked around to the back of the unfinished building and climbed through the window. There was a lot of gravel on the ground, and he didn't know where the garden was tied, so it was easy for the kidnappers to notice if he entered rashly.

After thinking about it, he rubbed dust on the walls to make his clothes look dirty. Then he rolled out the window, and he pretended to be coming out of the forest in the distance.

He pretended to cry as he walked. On the inaccessible road, a dirty little boy walked while crying, fragile and helpless, making it difficult for people who still have a conscience not to feel compassion.

Oshima carefully poked his head out of the window with a single click, and looked at the little boy walking on the road, without making a sound. In the past, he would have asked what was going on, but not now. He is now a kidnapper, and if he helps this little boy, the consequences will not be something he can bear.

He suppressed the desire to speak out and retracted his head.

Although Conan pretended to be crying, Yu Guang kept an eye on the movement upstairs. Seeing someone poking his head out, he also had a rough idea of where the garden was tied.

It's a pity that there is really nothing to use as a weapon around him, otherwise when the kidnapper probes, he can kick a football to solve the other party.

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ps: The hypnotist is finally dead~

It stands to reason that you want to reward and ask for tickets~