Seeing Conan rushing out so without hesitation, Lin Xin was very tired.

But to be honest, not only did he not hate this kid at all, but he also appreciated and even admired it very much.

After all, in this era of overflowing cold currents, the pure and immaculate sense of justice that Conan has is like a jewel, rare and brilliant.

He's undoubtedly a hero, but...

"You have to understand that being a hero is sacrificed!"

Lin Xinyi sighed deeply, and his eyes became deep:

He admired Conan, but opposed his heroic actions.

To put it simply, this is because he is afraid that he will be sacrificed with this great hero.

To put it more formally...

It is because individual heroism is divorced from the masses and the collective, exaggerates the role of the individual, and can easily lead to liberal mistakes that violate discipline and undermine the overall situation in actual actions.

Historical materialism acknowledges the existence of individual heroes and their role in history, and supports, propagandizes, and affirms individual heroic deeds, but opposes individual heroism.

In short, reality is not a Hollywood movie, and if you don't have the halo of the protagonist, playing like Conan will kill sooner or later.

And Conan is obviously used to being the protagonist and is a little overconfident.

At this moment, he didn't notice the risks he might bring to himself and the people around him by standing up.

"The masked man is now facing away from me... This is the perfect opportunity! ”

"As long as you knock him out, you can use him as a breakthrough to reverse the offensive and launch a counterattack against the organization!"

With such good wishes, Conan jumped out from behind the door.

Pop open the watch cover, aim the anesthesia at the masked man with his back to him, prepare, fire!

Everything was as he expected.

It's just that what Conan didn't expect was... The masked man's reaction was so fast that it caught people off guard.

As if he had expected Conan to launch a sneak attack from behind, he dodged sideways the moment he heard a strange noise behind him.

However, with a slight jump, the anesthetic needle was easily dodged.

"This—" Conan's face changed.

And the masked man did not hesitate at all, turned around and took out a pistol with a silencer, and pointed it at his head:

"Heh... I knew that someone was hiding here. ”

"Die for me—little ghost!"

"W-What?"

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, Conan looked a little dazed:

How did the other party react so quickly?

And you said you were going to take me intact?

Why did you still pull out the gun?

Oops... Don't pull the trigger!

Do you play really?? Director, this script is wrong!

At this moment, Conan was completely stupid:

According to the normal script, the moment he sacrificed his life and rushed out, a stirring BGM should have sounded in the air.

With the help of music, enemies will have severe symptoms of human strokes, network lag, and blind esports.

Conan, on the other hand, will be small and big, weak and strong, with football/skateboarding/anesthetic needle/telescopic belt.

But this time, his speakers seemed to be out of power.

The masked man not only reacted extremely quickly to dodge the anesthetic needle, but also attacked ruthlessly and decisively, giving him a shot with his backhand.

The trigger had been pulled, and Conan felt like he could see the horrific sight of bullets coming out of the flames and gouging through his head.

There's no time to dodge.

A chill surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if the blood had been frozen.

Conan was desperate for his impending death.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

But before that, Conan saw a majestic figure who sacrificed his life.

"Lin?!"

It was Lin Xinyi who rushed out.

He leapt out from behind the door and threw Conan to the ground in the light of the fire that was about to bloom.

Conan was protected under Lin Shinichi in this way.

He was now facing the floor and couldn't see anything.

Only a gunshot was heard, followed by Xiaolan's anxious shouting, footsteps, fighting, and the sound of the body falling heavily to the ground.

Crawling out from under Lin Xinyi's body again, Conan saw:

The masked man had been knocked out.

And Xiaolan stood in front of the fainted masked man, posing in a karate posture.

"Win, win?!"

Falling from the peak to the trough, but narrowly revitalizing from the abyss, a series of changes made Conan a little confused.

But he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted:

"Quick, find a rope and tie up the masked man."

"And his phone, his phone didn't break, right?"

Conan got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and ran towards the fainted Masked Man.

But his Xiaolan stopped him with a gloomy face:

"Enough, Shinichi!"

"Are you still thinking only about the case?"

"Turn around for me and look at the people you left behind!"

Maolilan clenched his fists tightly, his big tear-glittering eyes like he could speak, full of disappointment and anger.

Conan was slightly stunned.

He couldn't help but follow Mao Lilan's gaze and looked back:

I saw that Lin Xinyi, who had just protected him under him, had collapsed to the ground.

He clutched his waist tightly, where blood was gushing and scarlet, as if he had been pierced through the back by a bullet.

"Lin..."

Conan was completely stupid again:

It turned out that Lin Xinyi did not succeed in dodging the bullet.

Lin Xinyi used his own flesh and blood to help him block the bullet!

"You... Are you okay?! ”

Conan subconsciously wanted to rush up to check on Lin Xinyi's situation.

But Mao Lilan took the first step, hurriedly ran to Lin Xinyi's side and squatted down, and helped Lin Xinyi up with an anxious expression:

"Mr. Lin, are you okay?!"

"Rest assured... I'm not dead yet. ”

Lin Xinyi fell into Mao Lilan's arms, his voice weak.

As if because of too much pain, his expression looked a little hideous:

"It's just that, Conan..."

"What did I tell you before?"

"I said, don't think carefully, hide it for me!"

"Can't you remember the lessons you encountered at the amusement park?!"

"I—" Conan's hands and feet were cold, and his expression was dull.

Seeing Lin Xinyi seriously injured as a result of his adventure, he felt unprecedented guilt.

He had a really good time before.

No matter how risky you are, you can save the day in the end.

But this time, there is someone who is real, because he is in trouble.

"Yes... I'm sorry. ”

Conan was completely confused, and even stammered when he spoke.

"Don't say I'm sorry!"

It was not Lin Xinyi who rebuked him, but Mao Lilan.

"It's useless to say sorry too much, you won't change it at all."

"Last time at the amusement park, at the library, and now..."

"You're going to leave me, everyone behind, and rush up and take risks alone."

She bit her lip tightly, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes:

"Such a new one..."

"It's so annoying!"

Maolilan's tearful accusation hits Conan's fragile mind hard.

His emotional intelligence is not high, but even so, he can hear something bad in Xiaolan's painful and resolute tone.

Sure enough, I only heard Mao Lilan shed tears and came to a long painful monologue:

"You're like this every time, for the sake of the case, you can disappear quietly."

"Even when we're together, you'll just tell you your favorite detective stories."

"Have you ever thought that I don't like to hear this stuff at all?"

"Have you ever thought that when you go to investigate a case, I will be worried?"

The contradictions that have been accumulated for many years completely erupted at this moment.

And the topic gradually shifted to emotional issues.

This is also the question that Conan fears the most.

As a heroic mission, his blood is full of enthusiasm, and he doesn't even care too much about his own life.

But Xiaolan's life, Xiaolan's feelings for him, is the life he cares about very much.

And at this moment...

His goal was completely struck:

"It was me before, and now even Mr. Lin is injured because of you."

"I've had enough!"

"Shinichi... No, Kudo... Goodbye. ”

Unprecedentedly, Maolilan changed his name.

This small change alone made Conan's brain blank and he lost his strength.

"Xiao, Xiaolan..."

"You... You are... What is the meaning? ”

Conan's voice trembled.

Maoliland, on the other hand, ignored him completely.

She just wiped away her tears, her face was cold, and she tried hard to support Lin Xinyi, who was bleeding from the wound, and stood up straight:

"Mr. Lin, let's go."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

As he spoke, Mao Lilan hugged Lin Xinyi, who was seriously injured and difficult to walk, and walked out of the door step by step.

"Xiaolan..."

Conan was eager to say something to Ran.

He wanted to apologize, he wanted to keep it, but at this point, all words seemed so pale.

At the critical moment, it was Lin Xinyi who said something for him:

"Just put me in the car."

"I still have the strength to make it to the hospital on my own."

"Conan still has to be taken care of."

"Miss Mori, why don't you stay and accompany him to move with Dr. Asasa."

"Nope." Mao Lilan shook his head resolutely: "Compared to that guy now, it is Mr. Lin whose injuries are more important." ”

Her voice was incomparably cold, and every word she spat out was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into the heart of Conan's children.

"Don't be discouraged."

As if helping Conan, Lin Xinyi persuaded Mao Lilan again:

"He's yours after all..."

"He's nothing."

Maoliland's attitude, however, became more determined:

"I don't want to see him anymore."

"And, Mr. Lin."

"The experience of these days has also taught me that..."

She stopped and gave Lin Xinyi an incomparably complicated look in front of Conan:

"Perhaps, I always had a better choice."

There seemed to be a thousand turns of emotion in this look, combined with the meaningful words, it was impossible to tell if it was simply angry with Conan, or if there was something richer in meaning.

Conan was stunned.

At this time, Mao Lilan continued to support Lin Xinyi and slowly walked out of the door.

With each step they took, Conan's heart tore apart a little more.

He looked at his childhood sweetheart like this, and gradually walked away with Lin Xinyi.

And he couldn't do anything.

The snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is bleak, and Conan's heart is cool and cool.