Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 422: The Price of Resurrection

Time is tight.

There are less than three hours left until the last contact time set by the group.

Based on the information he had obtained in previous cases, Conan deduced that the villa recorded in the deceased Itakura's diary was in Gunma Prefecture.

The three of them packed up, and Zhu Fujingguang drove the car, taking Conan and Yun Xianhe directly to their destination.

The snowy night is a little darker than usual.

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not slow down the car too much.

But even though the road was covered with snow, the car was very stable.

Conan was listening to the radio in the passenger seat.

In order to prevent the news of Itakura's death from being reported and ruining their disguised trading plan.

The brave man sitting in the back seat had his arms folded across his chest, his head half lowered and his eyes blank, looking as if he was in a daze.

[Destroy one of the dens we found before every seven days. Remember to set off some firecrackers to celebrate before leaving. — Brave Man]

[Yes, sir! Six high-ranking officials plus 5000 whippings, what do you think? ——462]

[…You are not going to welcome a bride. —Brave Man]

The robot in charge of communication thought about it and agreed.

[The 4 high rise 4444 sound? ——462]

[Go. — Brave man]

[Okay, sir! We’ll arrange it right away! I guarantee you’ll hear the festive sound of firecrackers in two days! ——462]

Yun Xianhe felt relieved after causing trouble for the Black Organization.

People only think about those vague things when they are bored.

In order to prevent the other party from having too many thoughts and ending up depressed, the brave man decisively took action to help them find something to do.

It’s great, today is another day to help others.

The dome light in the back of the car was turned on.

The sudden brightness made Yun Xianhe blink uncomfortably.

After pausing for a moment, he raised his head and looked over in confusion.

Conan turned on the light and saw the other party looking at him, and explained jokingly:

"Brother Xianhe, didn't you say you were afraid of the dark? Are you feeling better now?"

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang took the time to glance at Yun Xianhe in the rearview mirror.

It seems that Xianhe fell ill again during the days he was away from home?

Are you afraid of the dark? Just be a little more careful next time.

Although he knew that Conan meant to tease him, Yun Xianhe still smiled and accepted the kindness:

"It's rare that you still remember Conan, how thoughtful."

Now it was the little detective's turn to feel embarrassed.

Seeing that there was no perfunctory or teasing expression on the other person's face, Conan touched the tip of his nose, turned around and sat back.

"So you're just kidding me..."

The brightness of the roof light is limited, but at least it dispels a lot of darkness.

The brave man enveloped by the light leaned lazily on the back of his chair.

I thought for a while whether I should catch the person directly or indirectly if I met him.

Gin and the others are not here, who will the mastermind let do the deal...

The heterochromatic pupils are fixed on the character card that has not been unlocked yet.

The grey base is the same as Toru Amuro’s.

Undercover?

Ha, that guy is really pitiful, with so many undercover agents under him.

I hope it's not a very heavyweight role.

The punishments for those people who survived in the wilderness have not been calculated yet. If the punishments are accumulated together, it will be scary.

"Brother Xianhe, can I ask you a question?"

"Ok?"

"The last paragraph in the log just now - 'We can not only be God, but also the devil. Because we try to resist the torrent of time and let all the dead people resurrect from the road to the underworld.' Do you know what this means?"

Conan read out the translated words.

He looked at Yun Xianhe hesitantly.

After all, when the other party was at home not long ago, he seemed to have become very angry because of seeing this sentence.

The car was quiet for a while.

Yun Xianhe raised his eyes indifferently to Conan and asked:

"Conan, do you believe there is a way to bring the dead back to life?"

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Conan sneered when he heard this.

"Once a person dies, there is nothing left. Ghosts and gods are just tricks to deceive people."

"If one day, your loved ones die, and someone says he can resurrect them."

The hero's tone was very soft, like a gentle whisper coming from a distant alien space.

The pair of clear heterochromatic eyes exuded a convincing power that made people unconsciously want to believe the other party.

"If that were the case, what would you do? Scold the other person mercilessly? Trust the other person?"

"I,"

Conan frowned.

He did not reply immediately, but began to try to put himself in the other person's shoes and empathize with him.

If that day really comes...what will he choose?

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Yun Xianhe chuckled:

"See, when it comes to the people and things they care about, people will subconsciously hesitate."

"Once there are some delusions in your mind, they will grow exponentially."

"Even if I know rationally that it's fake, I still have a glimmer of hope. After all, it's the only thing I can hold on to."

Yun Xianhe sighed when he said this.

He leaned back and half-raised his head, looking at the roof light without focus:

"Emotions and desires, irrational and absurd instincts. Wasn't that also the case we experienced together in the past? Killing another person out of impulse or something."

The young man pursed his thin crimson lips slightly.

He did not continue this conversation, but instead talked about another matter with great interest:

"In fact, many legends have methods of resurrection. The only thing that remains unchanged is that they all require a "price."

"cost?"

Seeing Conan's curiosity, the hero counted on his fingers and listed to him:

"The most common thing is to offer the most precious treasure, life, soul, blood, emotions... everything you can get and have to the so-called god who can fulfill wishes."

Conan frowned in confusion:

"Since they are gods, these things should be of no use to them, right?"

It sounds like only a demon would want these things.

Yun Xianhe didn't find Conan's reaction strange at all, and sneered and explained:

"Rumor has it that gods are curious but unable to understand mortal emotions."

"If they want to understand those things, they need to become "humans" first, or get what "humans" have for research."

"Or in other words, God needs to obtain these things to evolve and become a true God."

Yun Xianhe felt speechless after hearing these words.

He curled his lips and continued to talk about the so-called "equivalent exchange":

"Anyway, to put it simply - most legends say that if you want to bring another group of people back to life, or if you want to gain some unrealistic abilities, you need to let another group of people die."

“That’s what we call paying the price.”

“Another option is to sacrifice yourself, but many people won’t choose that.

"After all, there is a huge difference between 'one's own death' and 'the death of someone who has nothing to do with you'."

The little detective had a serious expression:

"This is wrong! ... If you just exchange what you have, it's understandable, but how can you hurt others?"