Conan's sudden low shout startled Motota.

He stiffened his bending movements, raised his head in confusion, looked at Conan, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong Conan?" ”

Conan frowned, staring at the clear bag that had fallen to the ground.

The white powdery particles inside take on a sickly pale color.

Although the clear plastic bag was tightly packed, he still felt an extra breath in the air that he hated

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