Detective Conan: The White Organization

Chapter 192 Sixties

Chapter 19

Xiao Yu looked at the man at the top of the tree. He was wearing a very old-looking cotton-padded jacket and a dog-skin cotton hat. He was extremely muscular, spoke Chinese, and was very polite.

Film.

"Grandma, you're such a bear! Let's go quickly! There's such a big group of people! They're still standing there waiting to die! Do you still have children with you? A bear will come over and eat you!"

"Fat man! Stop yelling! What's going on?" Another man's voice came from another tree, the same Chinese, the same Beijing movie.

"Lao Hu, there are a bunch of people here! I tell them to leave quickly! Otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the bear coming soon!"

Xiao Yu had a weird look on his face. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the conversations between the two were always filled with a sense of dissonance.

The others couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know what they were talking about. Xiao Yu raised his head and shouted: "Two uncles, our plane crashed, can you help us?"

The two men on the tree were silent for a moment, and then the strong man shouted: "Little brat! You hurry up and take this group of people away... Damn it, Lao Hu! We are a bear!"

At the same time, Xiao Yu heard the sound of a giant object running towards him in the distance, and immediately took out the Colt Python from his storage ring.

A brown bear jumped out of the forest. Judging from its size, it was even bigger than the one Xiao Yu killed last night!

"Fuck!" the man known as Lao Hu cursed, and immediately climbed down from the tree on his hands and knees to save Xiao Yu and the others.

But when he climbed down the tree...

"Bang!"

There was a gunshot.

Powerful.

44 bullets had penetrated the brown bear's head, and the bear's body fell to the ground.

Lao Hu was startled and immediately jumped to the side and cursed: "What the hell?"

…

"So, why did you fall to the ground?" Lao Hu asked, looking at Xiao Yu and the group of people behind Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu looked up and down at this old Hu. He looked fair and clean, but he was wearing the kind of gray clothes that were very common in China in the last century.

The corner of Xiao Yu's mouth twitched. He vaguely guessed a possibility, but this possibility made Xiao Yu feel a deep pain in his balls.

At this time, another man also came down from the tree. He was wearing similar clothes to Lao Hu, but he was very strong. He used the shotgun in his hand to hit the brown bear corpse next to him: "My dear, such a big human bear, ah

Put it down with just one shot?"

Lao Hu didn't say anything, he just looked at the silver-haired child in front of him. For some reason, although there were adults in this group of people, Lao Hu always felt that the child in front of him was the leader of these people.

"Uncle, our plane crashed. We are tourists from other places...Uncle, who are you?"

"The plane crashed? Old Hu, that big noise last night was not the sound of a plane falling, right?"

Lao Hu thought about it and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

"Uncle, are you from a nearby village?"

Xiao Yu looked at the badge on the other person's chest, and his suspicion became more and more certain.

There are several big words written on the badge: "Serve the people."

This kind of badge... was only worn by a large number of people during a certain period in the last century in China.

"Ah, yes..."

At this time, Xiaolan stepped forward: "Well, can you please help us? We need to find the official rescue team now."

Xiaolan didn't do what he thought. Although he didn't understand what they were saying, it was time to ask for help now.

However, when Xiaolan Biao spoke Japanese, the expressions of Lao Hu and Fatty suddenly changed, and Xiao Yu also secretly thought something was wrong.

"Damn it! Little devil! Why didn't you open your mouth for a long time? It turns out they are a bunch of Japanese!" As he said that, the fat man had already raised his shotgun and pointed it at Xiaolan, as did the seemingly calmer Lao Hu.

He touched the dagger at his waist with a sullen face.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu rushed forward and kicked the fat man on the ankle. The fat man was in pain and his center was unstable. He fell to the ground with a thud, but his reaction was quite fast. As soon as he fell, he immediately

Go touch the gun.

Unfortunately, he met Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu had already noticed what he wanted to do, and the revolver in his hand was already aimed at his forehead.

It's slow to describe in words, but this actually only happens in the blink of an eye.

Xiaolan was startled by Fatty's sudden threat, and everyone was also in a panic, not understanding what happened.

Xiao Yu immediately said: "You two, we don't have any hostility, we are just passengers in distress."

"Bah! I think you guys are just a bunch of Japanese spies! They are sneaking into our great motherland to cause destruction! Old Hu, leave me alone! Kill them quickly! My King Kaixuan sacrificed his life here today! Just treat it as...

The country has died!"

Xiao Yu glanced at the old Hu: "Have you ever seen any enemy agents come out to do sabotage and bring women, children and the elderly with them to do sabotage?"

Lao Hu: "..."

Fatty: "..."

Xiao Yu put away the gun and looked at the two of them: "We really don't have any malicious intentions. They are indeed Japanese, but they are definitely not the Japanese special elements you call them."

The fat man wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Lao Hu's glare.

"Although you are right, I still can't trust you. Well, I can take you back to the village, but the weapons in your hands must be handed over to me." Old Hu said righteously.

Xiao Yu shrugged and handed him his revolver. Anyway, if something happened, he still had two tons of ammunition in his storage ring, so who should be afraid of whom.

"Can I ask, what time is it now?"

Lao Hu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the child asked such a question, and raised his eyes to look at his watch.

"Twelve forty-five noon."

"Um...I mean how many years?"

Lao Hu glanced at Xiao Yu with a strange expression.

"1965."

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"What did you say? The time here is 1965?" Conan looked at Xiao Yu in surprise, unable to believe that what Xiao Yu said was true.

Huiyuan, Xiaolan and others looked at Xiao Yu in disbelief, how is this possible!

From 2019, a plane crashed to 1965?

How is it possible?

Xiao Yu shook his head and looked at the two men in front of him who were leading the way, but looked wary and looked back at them at any time.