Chapter 754 It’s All the World’s Fault
"Are you afraid too?"
Fujino looked at Conan's frightened expression through the bat mask and couldn't help but sneer: "When you kicked the helmet at those two guys just now, I didn't see that you were afraid."
Conan: "..."
The hidden blade is right next to my face, how can I not be afraid?
How about you try putting the hidden blade on your own neck?
Conan couldn't help but complain in his mind, but he didn't dare to have any complaints in his heart.
It’s not that I’m afraid.
Isn’t Conan super brave?
Well, the main reason was that he kicked the wrong person.
This wave of Paw Patrol committed a serious crime.
"Forget it. Strictly speaking, this matter is not your fault. I will let you go today."
Seeing Conan's look, Fujino didn't pursue the matter any further. He turned around, opened his robe, walked to the parapet, and planned to make a leap of faith.
Conan usually kicks people, and he can be said to shoot wherever he points...
Although there were misses, they were all dodged actively.
The reason why he kicked the ball crookedly today, according to Conan's explanation, was that the stun grenade affected his middle ear tube, and he was deprived of oxygen because he stayed in the cabinet for a long time, so the football he kicked went off course.
While the ball made him turn around to look at Conan, the people from Ambstela Industries rushed over, causing Gin and Vodka to run away.
Although it is unreasonable, it is reasonable when you think about it.
It must be "The Conclusion of the World Line" that is causing trouble again.
So, to be precise, it wasn't Conan's fault.
Well, it's all the world's fault.
"and many more!"
When Conan saw that Rice Flower Batman wanted to leave, he immediately shouted, "I have something to ask you!"
"Ok?"
Fujino, who was wearing a Batman vest, turned around and looked at Conan, who was brave again, with confusion: "What else do you want to ask?"
"It's about that organization!"
Conan thought carefully for a moment and asked, "How much do you know about that organization?"
"That organization's matter..."
Fujino touched his chin through the mask, "If it is that organization, I do know a lot of things."
"If my guess is correct, you must be dealing with that organization now."
Conan was delighted, thinking that his guess was correct, and immediately suggested: "I think we can share information..."
"Sharing intelligence?"
Fujino changed the subject and asked, "But why should I share it with you?"
"Do you have as much information as I do?"
"..."
Conan was silent for a while after hearing this.
Thinking about it carefully, the information I currently have about the organization is indeed not much.
This time, he found these two people through Itakura Taku.
And it seems like the other party already knew it?
If you think about it, sharing intelligence is a bit unfair.
Fujino also does not intend to have too much interaction with Conan as Beika Batman. After all, if there are too many interactions, it will easily lead to a sense of intimacy.
Being too intimate will easily reveal one's true identity. Based on Conan's reasoning ability as a freshman, it probably won't take long for him to figure out his identity.
It would be no fun if the horse fell. Turning around, Fujino opened his arms and planned to make another leap of faith.
"and many more!"
Conan interrupted his leap of faith by saying, "One more thing!"
Fujino: "..."
It's endless, right?
Fujino took a deep breath, turned back and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything else?"
Conan's expression became serious for a moment, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why do you want to kill people?"
"what?"
Fujino's eyes behind the mask showed a look as if he was looking at a fool: "Why do you tell me, an assassin, why do I kill people?"
Isn't this kind of stupid question just as stupid as asking: "Why did Kaito Kidd become a thief?"
"You weren't like this before."
Conan's tone was like that of a grieving woman, with a hint of grief: "In the past, even if you beat the prisoner to a cripple, you would never resort to lynching to kill him. You said that you were the 'greatest detective in the world', but now you have changed, and turned into an executioner who kills people at will!"
"I am indeed an executioner. I don't deny that. After all, I only killed people because I thought they should be killed."
Fujino stared at Conan quietly: "Although a lot of people were killed, I don't think there were any innocent people among them. Maybe some people who did not deserve the death penalty were killed, but I think those people deserved to be killed."
“The rising light will illuminate the world. The more people who receive the gift of light, the darker the shadows behind them will be. People living in the corners cannot receive the gift of light, but have to endure the darkness brought by the shadows behind them.”
"Evildoers can never be stopped by evils that are less evil than themselves. When the law cannot restrain evildoers, more powerful evildoers are needed to restrain them."
"Only by making the evildoers fear can we restrain them."
"Good and evil are not opposites. The boundary between good and evil is the last bottom line in everyone's heart, the last pure line of defense in everyone's heart..."
"If you want to deal with villains who have no bottom line, you have to break their bottom line as well."
"There must always be someone who is more sinful than sin, who takes on all the sins in a world full of sins, lights a guiding light, and restrains all the sins under the illumination of the light."
"If there really is no darkness in this world, then darkness will naturally not exist."
Fujino took two steps back and his body fell rapidly towards the bottom of the building.
When he was about to fall into the abyss, the white robe turned into wings to support him.
At this time, the rising sun rises from the east.
The white robe was illuminated by the scorching sun, turning into a white light.
On the city's skyline, that ray of white light flew farther and farther away.
…………
On the road in front of Xianqiao Station.
Vermouth, who was made up as a young man, drove Vodka's car and sped on the highway in Tokyo. She squinted her eyes and looked at Gin who was wrapping Vodka in the rearview mirror with a hint of amusement in her eyes: "It's not like your style to be defeated by that guy one after another..."
Gin's bandaged hand froze when he heard that, and he felt even more aggrieved. He turned his head to look at the back of her head and asked in a cold and deep voice, "Who were those people just now?"
"Is that how you talk to your savior?"
Vermouth's tone was resentful for a moment, and then he replied briefly: "People from Ambostera Industries."
Gin frowned: "Why are they here?"
"Sent by the boss... No, to be precise, I reported this to the boss, and they got the news from the boss and came here."
Vermouth said, sneering: "Otherwise, do you think I can order people around, even the boss... I can only say that you think too much, right?"
She paused and said playfully, "In the final analysis, the person who should be most grateful is you, GIN. It's a relief that the target was that guy. Otherwise... GIN, you might have really lost your life here."
Gin's face was gloomy and he clenched his fists: "Where is Chartreux's body?"
"It was taken care of when I got here."
Vermouth lit a cigarette: "And the other bodies as well."
(End of this chapter)
