Chapter Ninety-Six

"What the hell is going on?"

As he ran towards the exit, Amuro frowned, his gaze falling on the unconscious man in Okiya's arms.

Ikekawa Na's injuries were the same as before he left, and it looked like he hadn't encountered any other monsters just now.

Then why did you faint.

Thinking of this question, the blonde man's suspicious gaze turned and fell on Okiya Yu, who looked very frank: "What did you do just now?" ”

He was very suspicious of the character of the FBI.

"Got some intel." The man who was questioned did not mean to explain, and he changed his words, "We will contact the police when we go back." ”

"I thought you FBI didn't know how to write the word 'cooperation.'"

Amuro choked the other party shallowly, and his face became serious.

Let's see that he just got a lot of important information from Ikekawa Na.

Now is not the time to discuss this, the man paused, and for the time being, he and the other party finalized the conversation between the two parties after they went out.

After the two of them came together, all the conjured buildings in the space finally couldn't support it and collapsed.

Seeing them come out safely, Moriran and Conan Edogawa, who were waiting at the door, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Amuro!" The long-haired girl beckoned to a few people and said with concern, "How are you guys over there...... Hey, is Mr. Ikekawa injured? ”

The man who was held in Okiya's arms was covered in bandages all over his body, and there were dried blood stains on it.

"There's a monster in the place we're in, but it's fine."

Amuro also wears the same bandages on his arms and legs. He waved his hand to signal that they were all right.

"He can't wake up for a while." The pink-haired man explained.

He felt that Ikekawa Nai was not as cautious as he was usual in this regard, and he actually allowed himself to lose consciousness and be taken away by his nominal enemy.

Or he had already set up people outside, so that he could safely evacuate from the venue even if he was unconscious.

The virtual image inside completely cracked, and a door glowing white appeared in another part of the originally enclosed space.

"That should be the exit, but the door is closed, and there's only one keyhole on it."

Conan Edogawa reached for his glasses, his universal glasses still working in the space, and the lenses quickly magnified the scene in front of him, allowing him to see the details of the door.

"Keyhole?" Okiya paused, and when [Ikekawana] dissipated, he felt as if something had been stuffed into his pocket, but the space was unstable at the time, and he was still holding someone, so he didn't check it.

"I just found something on the road, probably the key."

He definitely couldn't rummage through the pockets with someone, and Amuro glanced at Maoliran next to him, feeling that he still had to fulfill some of his responsibilities as a 'boyfriend', and reached out to pick him up.

It wasn't heavy, and the man with half-long hair unconsciously leaned over with gravity and pressed the side of his face against his neck, and his bare skin pressed against each other to make a burst of heat.

Amuro frowned uncomfortably, and lowered his arms a little, allowing Ikekawana, who was originally leaning against his neck socket, to lean on his chest instead.

Seeing that it was rare for the blonde police officer not to hedge against Ya's black face, Edogawa Conan looked left and right, suspecting that the two were talking about something related to the organization.

"Huh?"

Seeing the boy standing next to him suddenly laughing, Mao Lilan lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong Conan, suddenly so happy." ”

Edogawa Conan smiled, "It's nothing—it's just that I suddenly found out that the two of them weren't enemies, they were teammates, right?" ”

Although the two do not deal with each other, in the face of the organization, the FBI and the public security are of course cooperative relations.

It is estimated that there is some information about the organization just now, and the FBI and the public security are finally going to cooperate temporarily, and it is of course a good thing that more red parties can share intelligence against the organization.

"Hey...... Hara、Is that so? ”

Mao Liran looked left and right, leaned over and whispered, "Did they tell you Mr. Okiya?" ”

"No, but I feel so. Sister Xiaolan, let's hurry up and keep up! ”

The boy saw that the other party was struggling with this question, and was afraid that she would continue to ask, so he hurriedly took his hand and ran to the exit position.

Not an enemy......

was led by Edogawa Conan to run outside, and Maoliran's eyes began to circle.

Meaning, not a rival in love, yes, a teammate?!

She recalled the intimacy she had met at the hot spring inn, the relationship that Amuro had confessed to during the winery, and the way the pink-haired man had naturally placed the person in his arms with him.

It turns out that it wasn't cheating at the hot spring inn at that time! Both Mr. Okiya and Mr. Amuro know each other's existence, and they are ...... And compromised with each other?!

Isn't this a subject that is absolutely not allowed in some publishing houses? It's exactly the same as the kind of content that the garden once saw.,There's really something in reality!

What kind of person is Mr. Ikekawa, who actually makes the other two people willing to compromise......

Maolilan felt like her dizziness hadn't stopped today.

===

The afternoon sun is mostly blocked by the curtains, and only the temperature of fusion remains.

Ikekawa Na woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes and reacted for a while before she found herself in the bedroom of the villa.

Unlike the dreams that he occasionally suppressed, he dreamed that he was lying on the sea, but he did not sink, but only drifted with the waves towards the place where the sun set.

Enoch was the first to notice the movement.

The big cat nestled next to his owner pricked up his ears and leaned over to make him saliva sticky, and then jumped out of bed to call for someone.

Akakawa Nai touched her neck that had just been licked by a snow leopard and sat up from the bed.

It's noon the next day, and the newsletter is full of unexpected reports of last night's press conference.

He opened his phone, and the first thing that popped up was several emails.

Gin succinctly inquired about the situation last night, and looking at the "don't die" at the end of him, Ikekawa raised her eyebrows and said "not dead" to go back.

The following is the usual company report sent by Katori's assistant, and aside from this for now, he quickly found the email of the person related to last night.

Amuro was in a lower position, and he actually had a copy of Maoliran's email pressed on it.

The man who originally wanted to directly check the other party's mission report moved.

He himself and Maolilan have only had a few face-to-face encounters, and although they have exchanged phone calls, they have never been in touch except for polite greeting text messages during the exchange.

I don't know why the other party suddenly texted herself, Ikekawa Nai didn't control her curiosity, so she clicked in first.

In the first part, the girl earnestly expressed her apologies for misunderstanding him in the email, and respected their choice.

Na Ikekawa: Huh?

Did this guy Bourbon say anything in order to play the role of a good couple?

I really didn't want to know what script the other party had arranged, so he pressed his forehead, too lazy to explain this, and simply replied 'thank you'.

After the email was sent, he clicked on a mission report that Bourbon had copied to him after he had returned to the organization last night.

I don't know what this guy talked to the FBI, but in the report he blamed the software designer for the collapse of the virtual space.

In summary, the designer did not write the software required by the organization, and created a virus that can trap people in the virtual game, and was ready to trick Belmode into killing the person who asked for the conference to be released and delivered in the game.

Because the organization handed over the task to him and Bourbon, the two of them took Belmode's place and became the unlucky ones who were plagued by the trap of the virus.

And he, the unlucky guy who was even more unlucky than Bourbon, fell into the spatial collapse, so he was in a coma all the time.

I'm pretty good at making it up.

Ikekawa Nai looked around and didn't find any loopholes, so she replied to the email sent from the other side of the organization asking if what Lai Bourbon said was true.

Anyway, Matsumoto Kuwata is dead, and they can't go to the dead to testify.

He exited the email interface, and as soon as he clicked on the forum, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master." Butler Furukawa walked in and put warm water on the head of the bed, "How are you feeling?" ”

"Not bad." Ikekawa yawned slightly, and her gaze passed over the housekeeper with an unconcealed concern on his face and landed on Dr. Nozawa behind him.

The doctor in a white lab coat slammed his head at him.

"I'll go get you lunch, Dr. Nozawa, please check it again."

After confirming that the other party was not uncomfortable, the housekeeper finally breathed a sigh of relief and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

After the housekeeper left, Dr. Nozawa set aside his full set of examination tools, and when he began to examine himself, he leaned over and whispered, "Are you injured inside?" ”

Ikekawa thought for a moment: "I was stabbed by a monster's scythe tentacles. ”

The corner of Nozawa's eyes twitched, and he quickly pulled up the other party's pajamas, and when he found that there were no wounds, he remembered that he had been injured in the virtual space.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so excited. Because this is your own plan, I don't think there will be such danger in it. ”

After hearing that he was stabbed by a monster inside, the doctor examined the movements more carefully.

"I'm fine." Signaling that the other party didn't need to be so nervous, Chikawa Nai waved his hand and subconsciously reached out to support his forehead.

In the previous virtual space, his past self said that he gave him emotional degrees, but now the memory is still a fragment in his brain that cannot be connected, but some important nodes are clear.

Looking at it this way, he needs other mediums, which should be the last step.

With only one last step, he was able to connect his emotions and memories together, completely sewing up the memories that had been lost due to tissue medication.

Ikekawa Nai suspects that the last step is her account on the forum, but before opening it, you need to find a place where no one will disturb you and deal with a little bit of things.

"What did I make you do at the time?"

After a moment of contemplation, he asked the doctor in front of him.

"At that time......," Dr. Nozawa paused, "I don't think you're in the right place to take medication, but you took a lot of psychiatric medication from me, and then we had someone in the doctor in advance." ”

It's like having planned that he would be shot through the heart by an FBI undercover agent in a few days.

"The surgery to remove the bullet and the surgery to make up the brain were done at the same time. The person you arranged for was mixed up with the doctor, and I took the opportunity to copy the extract, and then I implanted it into the game program that Matsumoto Kuwata was developing at the time during the consultation. ”

"That's all I'm involved in." Nozawa lowered his head and put away the inspection instrument in his hand.

Ikekawa closed her eyes and went over what he had just said in her head.

Psychotropic ...... I'm afraid this has something to do with the photo buff I had at the time.,In addition to the picture at a random point in time during the day can be turned into a painting in the forum.,There's also a chance at four o'clock every night.。

At this point in time, he can access the contents of the dream.

If you want to get a large number of dream pictures related to memory in a short period of time, you can only resort to some other means, such as appropriate dosage of drugs.

His plan to resist was originally carried out steadily, until he found that his memories were fading, and he realized that the boss had begun to manipulate his brain, wanting him to completely become an obedient subordinate.

So the whole plan to recover memories was prepared in a hurry.

"Well, you can go back first." Ikekawa opened her eyes, "Inform Assistant Katori and move on." If it goes well, you'll have one more companion. ”

"I hope so."

Dr. Nozawa stood up and returned to his normal volume, "You're fine. ”

"I'm sorry for you."

After the doctor left, Ikekawa Na ate a simple lunch, took another shower, and waited until she soaked in the bathtub to find a chance to open the forum.

I haven't read it for a day, and the posts in it have been brushed through several rounds.

He refreshed it, and the interface suddenly flashed, and a new post appeared in front of him.

[Spoilers abound!] Ahhh What is this?!! ]

Ikekawa Nai saw the word old thief and immediately clicked in.

Based on his experience of visiting forums for so long, nine times out of ten, these two words refer to the author of the comic book related to him.

As soon as the forum came up, there were a few pictures, and when she saw the picture that had finally been loaded after a long time, the expression on Ikekawa Nai's face suddenly faded.

* On the screenshot of that cartoon, there is a face that looks exactly like him.

Because it is a black and white comic, in order to highlight his different-colored eyes, the artist deliberately made the color of his right eye extremely light, which is a bit strange compared with the normal eye on the right side.

His eyes were open, his expression was a little stunned, and his face was stained with blood.

Those who are familiar with the comic routines can probably see that with this kind of look, the character is about to be bento.

The man lay on his back on the ground, his chest and abdomen pierced by tentacles striking from all directions, his hands reaching out in vain but not reaching the communicator that was close at hand.

*The screenshot below is more familiar, it is a screenshot of him being impaled through the abdomen by a sickle tentacle in virtual space yesterday. At first glance, the composition of these two is exactly the same.

[I was still thinking about how it was so familiar, I had to stab it again in the finale if I didn't stab it to death at that time, right, old thief?! ] I'm waiting for the finale to open champagne to celebrate that I pushed to get rid of Voldemort's adoptive father and embrace a better life, what do you mean by painting me that he died at the last step, ah?! Ah——?!h ]

Ikekawa Nai frowned, and before he could take a closer look, the post suddenly got stuck, and then forcibly stuck back to the initial interface of the phone.

When I clicked on the forum again, the post just now had disappeared without a trace, and there was no search.

The man reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose hard to calm himself down.

Is this a prophecy?

Forums are always about what has already happened, and the content of that post is clearly going to happen in the future.

The only possibility is that the screenshot of himself being stabbed through the abdomen with a sickle is too similar to his death at the end, so he was not blocked, and he waited until he browsed half of the forums before he hurriedly made up for the bug.

Will he die? Like that post says, die before the end.

Ikekawa got up from the water with a cold face and put on her bathrobe.

He doesn't believe that, the forum can record his past, but don't try to decide his fate in the future.

However, the rest of the plan has to be done carefully.

"Ding—"

A text message appears on the screen.

Ikekawa Na glanced at the code above that Katori's assistant had made all the preparations, put the dry towel on her head, and walked downstairs.

Ground floor kitchen.

The butler takes the refrigerated apple puree out of the refrigerator.

As soon as he scooped up a spoonful and filled it into the dough that had been prepared, he felt a very light footstep behind him, and it seemed that the young master was not wearing shoes again.

"Young master, there is no carpet in the kitchen." The butler filled the pureed apple evenly into the dough for the pie and said, "Don't come in if you don't have shoes." ”

The man didn't bother to come in, he just stopped at the kitchen door, and leaned against the frame of the door, watching the butler, who was almost fifty years old and still tall, making apple pie.

“…… Master? There was no response, the housekeeper glanced back, saw that the other party was still wet hair, and hurriedly accelerated the movement of his hand.

"Why don't you come here without drying your hair, be careful of headaches. I'll blow your head right away. ”

"I had a nightmare last night." Ikekawa replied to the question.

The unexpected answer, the butler smiled a little.

He put the apple pie in the preheated oven, wiped his hands, and put on his gloves again before walking over to the young master.

"It's too cold in the kitchen." He put his coat on Chikawa Nai and said helplessly, "I don't think the young master should be a child who needs me to go to the bedside to accompany him when he has nightmares." ”

"I've never asked you to sleep with me. From childhood to adulthood. ”

"Yes." I don't know why the topic suddenly turned to this side, and the housekeeper lowered his head and smoothed out the folds on Ikekawa Nai's clothes, "The young master has been very independent since he was a child. ”

An independent person is not twenty-one years old and has someone to blow his hair.

Regarding the housekeeper's words, Ikekawa Nai was noncommittal, he looked at it secretly and spoke, "Do you know why? ”

“…… What? Finally sensing that something was wrong, the expression on the butler's face retracted.

Ikekawa Na stretched out her hand and touched Enoch's head beside her, and her tone was as casual as talking about what to eat at night: "Because I'm afraid you'll kill me." ”

The butler's movements paused.

"I remember it was when I was seven years old, winter. You've suddenly been so nice to me...... Of course, it's good on a regular basis. ”

Chikawa Nai lowered her eyes and scratched the ears of the snow leopard, pretending not to see the other party's stiffened movements, and said to herself: "But during that time, the good ones scared me." ”

"So I knew, sir...... His medicine has been researched, right? When he doesn't need to rely on what I have, he'll let you kill me. ”

"Young Master......"

"Shhhh ”

"You always wanted to stay in my bedroom and read me a storybook during that time, but I didn't let you go, and kicked you out, saying that it was a shame for such a big child to be put to sleep."

"Actually, I'm scared, Furukawa. I'm afraid that when I fall asleep, you'll shoot me quietly in your sleep. ”

He walked to the kitchen, put his feet on the cold floor, picked a grape from the nearby fruit basket, and slowly sowed the skin.

"I locked the door, I didn't close my eyes all night, and I unlocked it before you came to call me in the morning. I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death...... Who is not afraid of death? But later, Mr. returned to the previous state of coming back once every three days, and you are no longer used to me without a bottom line.

The development of that drug failed, and I became something that he had to use all his resources and abilities to protect. ”

"Right? I guessed correctly. ”

Putting the grapes in her mouth, Ikekawa Na raised her eyes and looked at the butler in front of her.

The older man was silent for a long time, his shoulders collapsed, and his face was a little old for a moment, "...... That's right. ”

"But you don't want to kill me."

"Who wants to kill a child who has watched them grow up." The butler shook his head, "That's the boss's order, I ......"

"I know you don't want to kill me. But from that day on, I realized, never so clearly...... I'm going to die at any moment, and my life is all tied to that person's joy and anger.

Fifteen years. I've been locked up in this house for fifteen years, and I've been terrified all the time. ”

"You, Kurosawa, the only person I can reach." The long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes because of the light, and Ikekawa Na said slowly: "None of you can save me, the only thing I can rely on is myself." ”

"You did it on purpose." The housekeeper instantly understood: "You wanted to run out secretly at that time, you wanted to ......"

Ikekawa Na interrupted the other party's unfinished words with a gesture.

"No matter what I do, I only have the ...... Kill him. ”

After looking at him for a long time, the butler spoke in a hoarse voice: "Young master, you shouldn't tell me this. You know I'm the boss, so I should keep it a secret, not like I do today. A person who has been murderous to you at a young age should not be trusted. ”

"I'm telling you this for the only reason I don't want to kill you either. At least until you actually stand on the opposite side. ”

Ikakawa closed her eyes.

Unlike that gentleman, the housekeeper is the one who really raised him as a child, just like the other party repeatedly delayed the boss's orders at that time, not wanting to kill himself. He couldn't quite imagine himself killing the other party.

Even after trying to avoid the failure of this conversation, the butler informed the boss of the situation today, and he had prepared something in the villa that would make people stop talking.

The butler stood in place, and after a long period of contemplation, he shook his head and said with a smile, "At this time, if the young master finally grows up, is it a bit off-topic. Let's answer it another way......

What can I do for you. ”

(End of chapter)