Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

Chapter 212

The rain is getting heavier.

The alley became darker and darker, and it was eerie and scary.

The unknown, the most frightening.

I was about to take out my phone and light up some faint light.

But suddenly he tripped over something, and his whole body fell forward like a loss of control.

Elbows, knees, and even chin make a not-so-wonderful contact with the hard ground.

The umbrella in his hand also fell two meters ahead, and his whole body was completely wet with rain.

It's like a beautiful man coming out of the bath.

I struggled to get up from the ground in severe pain and turned to see what it was.

The sound of "bang" is the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

It's a lot more dull than when I fell just now.

My hand fumbled casually, and I touched a hand, a rough hand.

I was taken aback.

The rain blurred my vision, and I could only wipe my arm my eyes, and then finally saw what was in front of me with the faint light of my phone.

A man, a Japanese man with silver hair and a long beard.

Moreover, still a dead man.

He seems to have been dead for a long time, because even if he fell to the ground just now, he still kept holding the gun in the direction of his temple.

And on his temple, there is a dark and hideous blood hole.

Seeing his appearance, I remembered the instructions of the black brother, and the instructions of the man in the knitted hat just now.

Silver-haired murderer.

Since those two people were chasing him just now, why did he commit suicide?

I can't figure it out for a while, and the identity of the knitted hat man has not yet been determined, so leaving here is the first thing that matters.

I hurriedly got up and ran in the direction I came, and I forgot to pick up my umbrella.

Between running, the churning rain continued to soak the legs of my pants, and the rainwater overflowing in my shoes made my steps heavier and heavier, obviously stepping on the hard concrete road, but it was like stepping on the beach and stepping on.

I was able to see the intersection, and my heart began to get excited.

Suddenly, a figure stumbled to appear.

Bumped into me hard.

I was just about to curse, but when I raised my head, my heart sank to the bottom.

The emotionless eyes under my long silver hair looked at me.

A Japanese man with silver hair and a beard.

His expression was equally wonderful, but it looked terrifying to my eyes.

Because, I just met him dead.

But now he is alive and jumping in front of me.

After a brief lapse, I hurriedly wanted to get up and flee the place.

But he slammed him to the ground.

He grabbed my neck hard and pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against my forehead, "Take me to where you live."

I swallowed and nodded cautiously.

Then half-pushed, half-led him back to the hotel room.

During this time, he brought up the hood behind him, covering the bright silver hair, and when I tried to shout for help, I felt the cold barrel against my back.

It wasn't until he entered the room that he fell to the ground violently.

Only then did I notice the bright red wound on his abdomen, which seemed to have been briefly bandaged earlier, but was blistered by the rain, causing the wound to become more serious.

I gritted my teeth and leaned over.

The first thought was to take away the gun in his hand, but the moment it touched the back of his hand, a strange sense of violation was born.

White and tender and soft, like a woman's hand.

But before, what I touched was obviously a rough hand.

The image I saw today suddenly flashed in my mind.

"Really?!"

A bold idea came to my mind.

I first took the pistol out of his palm and threw it aside.

Then he suddenly lifted the collar of his coat, and saw that his neck was gray and white, and there was a puffy fold that looked like a blister.

I gasped slightly and pinched the folded area with my fingers.

Afraid that he would wake up suddenly, I tried to use the softest force and slowly tore it upwards.

Gradually, a beautiful and familiar face appeared in front of me.

"Sharon Wynyard?!"

My heart was beating violently, my gasps were slowly thickening, and I seemed to have discovered some big secret.

"Whoever she is, what does it have to do with me?"

"I just need to get out of here before she wakes up."

"Calm

down, calm down, calm down..." When my heart calmed down slightly, I stumbled to my feet.

Looking at the face in front of him, the curiosity in his heart became stronger.

I crouched down and pressed my finger to her carotid artery, which was weak but still beating.

Still alive~

I am not happy about this.

It's just that the touch coming from my fingers makes me notice something strange.

"Wouldn't you?" I muttered.

What happened tonight is weird enough, hopefully nothing else will happen....

When I tried to clasp her neck, she startled me with a casual "um."

But since we have reached this point, there is no possibility of giving up.

Finally, I found an opening again.

The moment she tore off her mask again, she also jerked her eyes open and grabbed my wrist that was holding the mask.

Her long pale blonde hair spread on the ground as the mask tore off, and her beautiful eyes filled with endless anger.

"Chris Wynyard?!" I blurted out unconsciously.

In his mind, the figures of Sharon Wynyard and Chris Wynyard also overlapped at this moment.

Could it be that the two of them, ostensibly mother and daughter, are actually the same person?

"What have you done!" She said with a frown.

Even so, at this moment, she is full of mysterious and beautiful attraction, full of beautiful and mysterious fantasy.

I opened my mouth slightly, but I didn't know what to say.

She pushed me hard and threw me to the ground.

The severe pain made my mind finally clear, and remembering everything I encountered tonight, I cursed myself fiercely in my heart.

"Hiroshi Otoi, you brainless guy, this woman is very dangerous, don't be fooled by her beauty, even if she is really beautiful."

However, it seems that the excessive force has torn the wound in her abdomen again, and her soaked body has also reduced her state to freezing point.

She fainted again.

Such a good opportunity, if you don't escape, it's too much to say, I hurried to the door.

Looking back, I saw that the blood from her wound mixed with the rain slowly seeped out.

My heart instantly became intricate.

If she were dead, I would never hesitate. But if she dies because of my departure, I think my heart will be tormented.

After a long time, with a sigh, I gently closed the door and locked it.

Walking up to her, I looked at her delicate little face, her long hair scattered, and closed my eyes while taking a deep breath.

As I opened my eyes again, I passed my left hand under her armpit and my right arm through the crook of my leg, and I took her graceful body in my arms and placed it on the bed.

"It's all about saving you."

When I finished whispering, I stripped her full body of clothing.

[Question: As we all know, the right angle is 90 degrees, and boiling water is 100 degrees, is boiling water an obtuse angle? 】