Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

There was silence in the ward.

Both Conan and Akai Shuichi were thinking hard.

Insufficient understanding, insufficient pre-judgment conditions...

"Mr. Akai, we are going to have a pre-war meeting!"

The shouts of FBI agents came from outside the door, this time the pre-war meeting was really going to start.

Akai Hideichi turned his head and responded outside the door, "Okay, right now!"

Reina Mizumura waited for the footsteps outside to leave before lowering her voice, "Actually, you don't have to worry too much, I'm a member of the Gin Jiu Action Team, and Gin Jiu should be responsible for the plan to snatch me back, and other people won't interfere too much The same is true for Lark, Gin and him seem to have a specific way of getting along, and they rarely object to each other's decisions in action."

"That is to say, the formulation and implementation of their plan will be based on gin, so we don't need to make too many adjustments to our plan," Akai Shuichi relaxed a lot, feeling that the clues gradually became clear, thinking, "But if If he finds any problems during the operation, he will definitely remind Gin, right? It is also possible that in the plan, Gin mainly focuses on getting you back, and he mainly focuses on killing me. They do not interfere with each other and cooperate with each other. Come to say, we can also divide the plan into two parts, let the organization take back your plan, and execute it step by step. As for Lark, I will restrain him so that he will not remind others. if possible……"

Conan's heart missed two beats, and he looked up at Akai Hideo.

If they could, they could set a trap and catch Rucker.

Catch Lark, defeating the organization is just around the corner!

Akai Shuichi slowed down, the ideal is good, but it is difficult to catch people, or should be sent back to the undercover for Shuiwurennai, the design does not have too much hope for catching Lark, and the follow-up plan also needs to be adjusted, "If you get there For the step I mentioned, Lark should want to see my death, and look forward to that scene more than Gin, so, the final plan..."

"If that's the case," Conan raised his head and smiled brightly at Akai Shuichi, "Although I don't have a better solution, I have a small suggestion..."

...

No. 119, Kubado-cho 1-chome, the basement of the building.

In the ring hall, the overhead light was shining faintly.

An indistinguishable electronically synthesized voice came out of the microphone, "That's right, seven years ago, the organization had an important operation near Hyde Park, England."

Standing in the dimly lit hall, Chi Feichi said calmly, "What I want to know is what his words mean..."

Seven years ago, London, England.

In front of the subway station, the sky that had just rained was still gloomy.

A young couple hugs at the entrance, smiles and whispers their goodbyes.

The old man stood on the porch, lowering his head and straightening the corners of his clothes. The black umbrella was leaning against the side wall, and the tip of the umbrella leaked a little bit of water.

Two couples took their two children out of the subway station. The two women held their children tightly and talked and laughed together in a low voice. The two men discussed travel plans shoulder to shoulder.

A middle-aged woman passed by the old man, her high-heeled shoes clattered on the stagnant water, and the splashed water fell on the shoe, but she didn't get the attention of the owner. The woman just raised her wrist and looked at it solemnly. He looked at his watch and quickened his pace again until he almost collided with a boy who ran out, only to be stopped from his hurrying pace, and he let out a low cry of fright.

The two passed by, the boy ran out without stopping, and the middle-aged woman hurried into the subway station after muttering something in a low voice.

The previous cry alarmed the old man on the corridor and the couple who were tired at the entrance of the subway station.

The old man turned his head to look over, and his eyes reflected the well-tailored clothes of the young man, as well as his black hair blown up by the wind, his purple eyes, and the tight corners of his mouth. Soon, there was only one figure left behind in the pupil.

The intimate couple stopped blocking the road. The man stretched out his hand and pulled the woman aside to avoid being bumped. He looked at the young man who lowered his head and ran past him in surprise and doubt.

Two couples were standing beside a taxi on the side of the road, busy calling their children into the taxi. It wasn't until the boy ran past that a young mother turned her head curiously and looked at the back of the half-grown child who ran into the park.

"What happened? What happened to the kid?"

"I don't know..."

The young man turned a deaf ear to everything around him. After entering the park, he plunged into the avenue, slowed down, leaned against a big tree with rough bark on the side of the road, and looked up at the drop of rain that hadn't dropped from the tip of the leaf above it for a long time. , panting slightly.

An hour ago, in the drawer of his mother's desk, he inadvertently saw a letter at the bottom... refusing him to enroll in Eton.

'Come to the UK to go to school and spend more time with your busy mother'... At the moment when this dream was shattered, all these years of hard work seemed worthless.

She doesn't want him to come, she hopes that he will stay in other countries on the other side of the ocean!

Could it be that in her heart, he is a burden that will interfere with her work?

Above, the raindrops gathered at the tips of the leaves finally fell.

One second before the water drops fell on his face, the boy closed his eyes, which were gradually filled with unwillingness and pain.

The water dripped on the fair face and slid down the cheeks, as if dividing the immature face into two halves with transparent lines...

At least that's how the old man with a black umbrella hanging on his arm saw it not far away.

Because under his quiet gaze, when the drop of water flowed to the boy's mandible, the boy's repressed and unwilling expression suddenly turned cold. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly turned to look at him, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes. Sen Leng, like a cub quietly hiding and licking its wounds, turns into a lone wolf with restrained claws but proudly standing on the top of the mountain in the next second.

Although it was still the same face, although the expressions of restrained emotions were similar, but the two completely different feelings switched in the blink of an eye, which was strangely abrupt.

Under the tree, the young man looked at the old man standing quietly on the road with a smooth and shiny head. He looked away again, stood up straight, and turned his head to look around, as if he had just arrived here. He seemed to be thinking about something.

The old man stopped standing still and started to walk forward.

The young man also turned his head to look at the past again, and frowned slightly as the old man approached.

The visitor didn't look that old, but the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes still revealed the fact that he was not young.

The clothes are a very gentlemanly black suit, with a camel-colored overcoat on top. It is neat and without any wrinkles. He looks like a well-heeled, wealthy, calm and dignified old man, but...

The lower body is very stable, not only the stability brought by self-confidence and calmness, but also the traces of long-term training, and when the hem of the other party's coat swayed back due to walking, the pocket of the suit trousers showed the outline of a pistol.

Not a simple person!

"Don't be nervous, I'm not hostile."

When the old man was still some distance away from the young man, he took the initiative to speak, speaking fluent English, his tone was unhurried, and his voice was very peaceful, "But you can't stay here any longer, not even around here."

The young man was silent for a while, and when the old man came to him, he replied in English, "Thank you for reminding me, but isn't your head cold?"

When the old man approached, he also smelled a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

Saying that he can't stay here any longer is to remind him that something terrible may happen in the vicinity soon, and let him leave early.

The reason why it is not a "warning" but a "reminder" is because the old man did not make any actions that would arouse others' vigilance. Not only did he not touch the gun, but he kept his hands outside his clothes all the time, with an umbrella in front of him. It only hangs on the side where he can see. Similarly, the pace of walking does not suddenly increase or decrease. As the old man said, this is an expression of 'no malice', so naturally it will not be a 'warning'.

The old man stopped and looked at the boy with a strange expression on his face. The muscles around the corner of his mouth moved slightly, as if he didn't know how to respond to the question "Is your head not cold?"

"Sorry, it seems like I shouldn't have asked that question," the boy apologized calmly and kindly, and after a second, he seemed to become nasty again, "But I'm really curious, it's a bit cold today, why don't you wear a hat when you're wearing such thick clothes .”

The old man was silent for a while, "Because the head is not cold."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the boy's face, "Uncle, you are so humorous."

"You ran past me just now," the old man looked at the boy and said, "Don't you remember?"

The boy said indifferently, "I don't remember."

"Do you still remember the way home?" the old man asked again.

"I don't remember." The young man's attitude was still casual. He looked at the old man's left eye and didn't say anything. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of someone approaching the intersection of the boulevard. He turned his head towards the intersection and raised his chin. "Someone is coming."

Over there, two burly men dressed in black walked to the intersection, glanced here, and lowered their heads to talk.

"It's my people, they are all around here," the old man said, then turned his head, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, and said to the other side after answering, "I will take care of it, they will go to the memorial fountain to find Amberf..."

The young man turned his head to pay attention to the two men who turned and left over there. Suddenly, his face was covered by white smoke, and his vision was completely blocked. After the smoke dissipated, the world was spinning, but he also noticed the middle between the old man's palm and the phone. Has a black mechanical block with a small hole.

"The technology is good."

"It's okay to deal with you, but I just want you to sleep for a while... Now it's troublesome for you to come out..."

The blurred figure of the old man was stretched high, and the mobile phone in his hand was still placed next to his ear. He was not sure if he was talking to the person over there, or talking to the boy, or talking to himself.

"Yeah, it appeared again... still don't remember me at all... not sure if it's the same one..."

The world is turned to darkness.

...

"Still don't remember me at all, not sure if it's the same..."

Chi Feichi took out a cigarette and bit it, then lowered his head and took out a match from his pocket, "Before I lost consciousness, I heard this sentence."

He wanted to light a cigarette to calm down.

Recently, he has been recalling the lucid dreams of his previous life. Except for the time when he met Nanatsuki Koshimi and the time when he climbed over the wall and became a monk in the middle of the night, this time is the only thing he can remember.

Not in Japan, but in England.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself standing in what looked like a park, under a tree. Not far away, an old man with a bare head looked at me silently, had some confusing conversations, and then...

Was put down, woke up from the dream.

In his previous life, he felt that it was outrageous. The hypnotic gas diffuses quickly in the air, and the content of hypnotic ingredients is not too high. Whether it is inhalational anesthesia or pouring anesthetics on a handkerchief, it needs to be inhaled through the mouth and nose for a period of time. Let the other party inhale a sufficient amount of anesthetic ingredients.

Even if it is hypnotic gas, it should be released in the space, and the hypnotic gas in the space should last for a period of time, so that it is possible to achieve the effect of making people sleepy.

In an open place like a park, it is unscientific to spray an unknown gas on a person's face, and the person will fall down in an instant!

That's why he didn't guard against the 'gas attack' in the dream, so he couldn't help saying 'good technology' before being knocked down. After waking up, he thought it was a dream, and he didn't find it strange. Anything could happen in the dream .

But now that I think about it, in this world, this 'unscientific' doesn't seem very strange...

Last night, when he was researching "Does the essence of human beings love themselves?", he saw a picture of a certain scene in the movie from a pile of materials, and saw the picture of the male protagonist standing under the tree on the equestrian path in Hyde Park. Remembered this lucid dream.

Once recalled, this kind of dream seems to be very clear. He still clearly remembers the rain-wet ground under his feet, the old man's lifeless prosthetic eye in his left eye socket, and every word of the conversation between the two.

It is guessed that this is the person of the organization, because the other party mentioned 'Amberf', although it may be a foreign name, but Amberf is also a kind of beer from Brazil, the production and sales volume are amazing, thinking of 'Anberf' Bev', he inevitably remembered.

In addition to the two men in black at the intersection, the old man who was talking to him had a prosthetic eye...

After thinking about it for a day, he decided to ask that person directly.