Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"Then I seemed to faint..."

Chi Feichi wanted to confirm what happened afterwards.

"That's right, Jane took you back that night. Three days after that time, Rum was waiting for you on the way home from school. In the same car, the two people you shot and wounded were standing beside the car. But you just walked over without even looking at it."

The tone of the electronically synthesized voice was still sad and joyful, "Afterwards, seven years ago, Rum discovered that this happened to you again. That time, he also saw the change of your personality switch with his own eyes. Come out of him, he guesses whether there is more than one personality in your body, and you are abnormal, making it difficult to guess what dangerous actions you will make, and at that time the organized action is imminent, so he let you fall asleep first, and sent you to the Nearby subway station.”

Chi Feichi's temples were throbbing. It seemed that there were many memory fragments hidden in the depths desperately squeezed into the memory that had no gaps, which made his head hurt even more. forward?"

The electronically synthesized voice was silent for a moment, "When did you want to invite him to watch 'Art'? That was five years ago."

"Why am I there?" Chi Feichi asked.

In that dream, he woke up in a closed space.

In a space where I don't know whether it is a laboratory or an examination room.

Surrounded by a sense of technology, but he could not open the door, only found a video intercom device.

After that, he pretended to be unwell and in pain, and with a weak voice, tricked the person on the side of the intercom to open the door, knocked out the two white coats who came in to check the situation, left the room, and walked along the corridor for a while.

He didn't check the whole place, because he found that someone was carrying bombs, and there were many bombs in the empty room on the other side of the corridor, so he grabbed the bombs and prepared to set off a brilliant fireworks in his dream.

As for whether he would be killed by the bomb, he never considered it at all.

Move out all the large boxes of bombs, arrange them quietly along the winding corridors, and connect them in series...

The moment he reached for the remote control, he felt a sense of ritual in his heart.

"despair……"

Footsteps sounded, and a figure flashed over quickly. When he just touched the remote control, a hand tightly held his wrist.

He looked up and saw Gin's gloomy face.

"What are you thinking about?" Gin almost asked through gritted teeth.

He remembered he was sneering.

He recognized Gin in his dream, but it was just an anime character who appeared in his lucid dream with a cold face, did he still want to scare him?

Although he wasn't very tall in the dream, and his body didn't seem strong enough, but if it wasn't for his fingers being a little short of touching the remote control button, he would have pressed it without even thinking about it.

Blow up this guy!

Noticing that he glanced at the remote control from the corner of his eyes, Qin Jiu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "If you let go of your hand, I will let you go. If the bomb detonates, you will not live!"

"It doesn't matter whether I live or not," he smiled, and his voice was very soft, like coaxing a child, coaxing the silver-haired anime character in front of him, "Hey, let go of your hands, I invite you to watch art."

Gin's face smelled like a black block of ice, and his left hand, which was in the windbreaker pocket, twitched.

At that moment, his face turned cold, and his left hand hanging by his side quickly grabbed the remote control, forcing Qin Jiu to immediately stretch out his left hand to stop him, but he didn't really grab the remote control, and stretched out his hand to the remote control. He retracted halfway, watching Qin Jiu reach out and grab an empty hand.

The air stagnates.

He felt a low-pressure annoyance of 'you wait, I'll kill you sooner or later' from Gin Jiu.

This anime character is too arrogant.

He admired the gin's face that was about to blacken into the bottom of the pot, "give me a reason to give up."

Gin Jiu probably saw that he was happy to see himself angry, and his face softened a lot, "Even if you want to press the detonation button, at least you must know what you are doing."

In the dream, the interest always comes and goes quickly, and at the moment when Qin Jiu's face is not dark, he feels that it is not very interesting.

It would be interesting to blow people up when they look unwilling, unwilling, or fearful.

"I know what I'm doing," he said, but he still let go of the edge of the remote control, waiting for Gin to let go of his wrist, leaning against the corridor wall, watching Gin take the remote "I've been preparing for a long time, don't you really look at art?"

"What do you mean by art?" Qin Jiu picked up the remote control, glanced at him, and took it easy to remove the remote control.

He made himself as serious as possible, "Art is explosions."

"Let's avoid it," Gin said angrily, "I don't want to be a part of art myself!"

"That……"

Before he finished speaking, he woke up.

That was when he was 27 years old in his previous life, and it was also a month before his death, on the eve of planning to secretly blow up the exchange.

During that time, his life relaxed a lot. Apart from preparations, he usually just went to the park for a couple of strolls, or played games at home to brush the road, and went to the bar for a drink at night.

When he dreamed of this kind of situation that day, he thought it was a day and night dream.

Since I just watched a few episodes of Conan, I complained in my heart that Gosho Aoyama asked for leave again, which prevented him from seeing the identity of Rum who had been waiting for a long time to be revealed, so he dreamed of blowing up the characters in it, because he planned to publish a 'Bomb Bureau', so I rehearsed it in my dream.

If all this really happened in this world, regardless of whether he almost sent Gin away, what he wants to know is, why did he appear in that place?

In the 15-year-old memory of the original consciousness, there is no memory related to gin or that place, and there was no stimulation during that time. His arrival may be organized to cause trouble...

...

"I just want to check your physical condition," the electronic synthesizer continued to sound, "Although this kind of personality switching happened once when you were 14 years old, compared to common multiple personality cases, your The frequency of another personality in the body is not high. The organization had just obtained a batch of relevant examination equipment at that time, so I had someone take you there when you were unconscious, but when the examination was still being prepared, your The other personality suddenly became sober, Chianti and the others should be thankful, and I should also be thankful, if Gin hadn't discovered it in time, many people in the organization would have become victims of your art plan..."

Chi Feichi: "..."

The one who spoke was also very yin and yang.

And when he was 14 years old, he also recalled it.

The original consciousness went to the United States for vacation. It was originally agreed that after Jane took him there, Chi Kanai would fly over from other countries to meet him, but the original consciousness did not wait until the last day for his mother. "Suddenly something happened" was dismissed, and I was extremely disappointed.

So, here he is again.

He forgot that he had seen Jane in a dream before. At that time, Jane lied on the phone, saying that he refused to go back after making a fuss, wanted to stay one more day, and planned to go back tomorrow.

He said: ?

This woman lied!

Therefore, when Jane was looking for a reason to fool him and seemed to be in a hurry to go out, he pretended to be fooled, and followed him back, and found out that his housekeeper had a hidden identity, and seemed to be planning to toughen up the dangerous person to meet his companions, and again felt that his housekeeper I don't know how to seize the opportunity, so I decided to do a favor...

He didn't consult with Jane.

The situation that time was not very complicated. Jane seemed to have arrived at the destination first, and was going to wait for other companions outside, but the other party was obviously waiting for her companions, and was still searching for someone in the building.

His body at the age of thirteen or fourteen was easier to use obstacles to get in than an adult, and he didn't care whether he would die. On the way to get in, he didn't forget to look for opportunities to knock down two people and 'borrow' some weapons to defend himself .

The process of getting in was smooth, but here comes the problem, he has never met the person who briefed him, how can he find him?

In fact, after he got in, it didn't take him much time to find someone.

The men on the other side only searched repeatedly the toilet cubicle of the bathroom, the ceiling, the ventilation ducts, and other places.

When he sneaked into the bathroom, he noticed that the edge of the mirror on the sink was not right.

Due to perennial water damage and stain erosion, as well as sunlight exposure, the tiles will leave an obvious line along the edge of the mirror. Even if there is no stain left in the gap, there will be a darker line on the edge of the tile. That mirror The edge line seems to be a little crooked.

He tried to open the mirror just out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that there was a small space behind, and a woman in black tights and a baseball cap was hiding inside. The smell of blood is the black muzzle of the gun that the woman suddenly ran over.

"I'll meet you."

As he spoke, he heard footsteps approaching from outside, regardless of whether the woman was happy or not, or whether she would shoot, he got into that space, wiped the footprints left on the sink, and closed the mirror.

Although the space is not large, it is enough to hide a woman and a boy and a half.

The two left quietly listening to the footsteps outside the bathroom, and after confirming that no one had entered the door, they squatted quietly for a while.

"I've run out of bullets, and I can't break out for the time being." The woman spoke English in a very soft voice.

"Where's your teammate?" He wasn't worried that he would get shot, he asked in a low voice, and handed over a pistol he borrowed on the road, "There should be bullets in it, but I'm not sure how many there are."

"Thank you..." The woman moved lightly, checked the gun in the dark, and kept her voice as quiet as possible, "There was a little accident in my intelligence investigation, the other side arranged the main manpower here, and the person who acted with me is dead Yes...the body is in the second room on the left on the third floor, you can confirm it afterwards."

"I don't know your mission," he said.

quiet.

The woman was silent for a long time before asking in a difficult voice, "Then why did you come here?"

Seeing that he was hiding, he also avoided, and replied casually, "I heard my housekeeper secretly called someone, saying that there is a woman trapped here. I want to see if she is pretty. She is outside, and she will be there in about twenty minutes." can come."

"Oh?" The woman's focus was a bit off, she didn't ask about the support situation, but asked with a smile, "Then you saw it too, do you think my sister is pretty?"

He told the truth, "The whole body and face are covered with blood, dirty, and I can't see clearly."

Women: "Calling a lady dirty is not at all gentlemanly."

Him: "Well, yes."

woman:"?"

he:"……"

woman:"……"

The silence lasted until there was unusual commotion outside, and the woman whispered, "You'd better get out of here first, and don't meet anyone else."

He didn't want to reason much in his dream, "Why?"

In the darkness, the woman was silent for a moment, "If you are seen, you will be in trouble."

"Is that a concern?" he asked.

The woman chuckled, "Do you still need my concern?"

He wondered if it was because a certain woman hated him too much that he would have this kind of dream. He felt that it would not be surprising that the woman suddenly turned into a ghost in the next second, so he handed all the weapons on his body to him in silence. If you miss a woman, open the mirror and leave.

Thinking about it now, although the woman's hair and forehead were blocked by a black baseball cap that day, and there was a lot of blood on her face, her pair of eyes with blue pupils and slightly narrow eyes showed a cold and arrogant expression when she pointed the gun at him. , and body...

It is easy to match up with Belmode.