Panic, fear.

Xiaolan, who was curled up and hiding in a corner of the warehouse, covered Conan's mouth in horror, for fear that he would make the slightest inappropriate sound.

Conan, who had his back to Xiaolan, was also gloomy as ink at this time, listening to the "bang" of gunfire like a salute.

He didn't understand what was going on, it was obviously just another ordinary outing of Xiaolan's luck to win the lottery ticket, why did this happen... On such a large scale... Confusion.

Searching for an alternative word that would not be used by the river crab, Conan listened with some unbearable discomfort to the scuffle that took place outside the warehouse.

It seems that they also know that there are people hiding in the warehouse, and no one on the other side of the melee said anything that should not be said, just quietly fighting, but this also shows that the place where they are hiding is not safe...

Conan was a little agitated, pointing to the outside, and then to the vents without any guardrails. He wanted Xiaolan to hide somewhere else, or simply take advantage of their current heat to escape through the vent, otherwise they might not be able to escape when they finished fighting.

But it seems that the reason for not being able to communicate with each other is that Xiaolan didn't understand what he meant, and thought that his movements were just children who didn't understand anything, and couldn't stay and wanted to run around, so he was angry and increased the strength of Comfort Conan.

"Conan, bear with me, don't move, don't make a sound, okay?"

Looking at Conan with some pleading, Xiaolan didn't realize how abruptly her whispered voice was in this relatively empty warehouse.

Oops! Conan was shocked, and immediately broke free from the restraints desperately and wanted to run out to buy time for Xiaolan, but his footsteps stopped when he stepped out of the hidden place.

The few people who had just participated in the scuffle had already stopped their movements at some point, staring dead in the direction they were, or... Where they are hiding.

Fortunately, the previous warring people were afraid of each other, and no one wanted to be killed by others for the ridiculous reason of shooting the "passenger" who had entered by mistake, and they were still safe.

Temporarily.

Gritting his teeth and wanting to retreat, Conan gritted his teeth and insisted on standing in place when his eyes touched Xiaolan standing behind him.

He also didn't understand why anyone could be so lawless, weren't they afraid of the police, the law, or the aftermath?

Or is it... Is that really the power of that force so great? That... How much can you run amok even in front of the state?

The more he thought about it, the more cold sweat dripped from the boy's forehead, staining the bow on his neckline, and in the face of so many and murderous "enemies", the little detective went against his heart for the first time and began to pray, hoping that they would continue to kill each other.

Anxiously glancing around, Conan's gaze skimmed over the stacks on the edges, the empty tops, and the faces of the people surrounding him, and his heart became more and more anxious.

No way... There is no way... Can't find it... Can't find a safe way to escape...

The meaningless wandering gaze has not been able to find a fixed place to return after all.

And the few people who had been in a stalemate seemed to have finally reached a consensus at this time, holding the guns in their hands, and slowly walking in the direction of Conan.

Looking at the few people who were walking slowly, Conan and Xiaolan couldn't help but become even more nervous, they felt that their lives seemed to have sounded the countdown, and they were shortening with the footprints that came step by step.

Finally, when one of them reached a distance of only five steps from them, the delicate balance was broken.

The man who was at the front of him was shot in the head by a bullet from behind, and after killing the man, the last two alive jerked their guns up and pointed them at each other.

"I'm sorry, big brother. But these two points belong to me. ”

The one who just shot seems to be, or rather, the eldest brother of the person who was killed just now, but seeing that he didn't even apologize casually, just a formality, it is obvious that he did not put his so-called "big brother" in his eyes.

What made Conan even more angry was the word "points" in the man's mouth.

In an instant, everything understood, the cause of this massacre, the purpose of this massacre.

He couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, it turned out that these living human lives, in the eyes of those demons, were just so-called "points"?

And the squinting man also seemed to have lost interest in chatting, pulling the trigger on the person facing him and dodging sharply, rushing towards him at the wrong step.

The bullet on the opposite side didn't hit him, although his bullet didn't hit the man either, but it was enough to take advantage of the moment when he dodged to stiffen up, and pointed the gun that had just shot his eldest brother at the person who was overwhelmed by him, the young man smiled happily and innocently, and the blood splashed on his dark red hair, and gradually slipped down, making his whole body seem to be bathed in blood.

The young man opened his eyes in front of Conan, revealing his pale golden pupils, but the muzzle of the gun in his hand was moved towards Conan and Xiaolan.

"Farewell, this beautiful little lady, and the cute little brother~"

Seeing the young man pull the trigger, Conan closed his eyes, but his body took a step forward, standing in front of Mao Lilan, waiting for death to come.

Shots rang out.

But at the same time, another gunshot rang out, and the bullet that flew from somewhere hit the one that the young man fired at them accurately, forcing the bullet to deviate from its trajectory.

"Wuhu, incredible foreign aid, coming!"

A playful female voice came from overhead, causing Conan to look up.

The girl with long blond hair stood tall in the corner as a living container, as if she was standing in the vent, her long hair swaying slightly, revealing a smiling face and blue eyes under her bangs.

The blue eyes are like tear crystals chiseled in the ice and snow, blending into the night of the ship and the sea, as peaceful as the moonlight, but with an awe-inspiring sharpness.

"So, sir, will you leave on your own, or will I let me send you away?"

Looking politely at the red-haired youth standing below, Di Lu seemed to be in a good mood, but the gun in his hand was indeed loaded without hesitation.

It seemed that the gap between them was seen from the bullets that had just clashed, and the red-haired young man left the scarred warehouse without any hesitation.

"It's you! That Obasang in the café that day! ”

Conan on the other side seemed to finally remember this familiar face, and cried out in surprise.

Xiaolan: I don't know why Conan met that young lady, but I don't know why Conan is afraid that he will still die...