People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

He silently counted one, two, three.

Then he pulled the book out, and when he realized that the book couldn't be drawn, he

pressed it in.

This is a push.

The book is embedded in it.

After that, I heard a "click" sound.

A puff of dust and smoke emanated from the floor of the table where Silver Fox had committed suicide.

A bulge comes out in the middle.

Conan took advantage of his dwarfness and slipped through the gap in the table.

"There's something!" said

a surprised Conan, struggling to pull out what looked like a hand-held handle, and brought up a swarthy object.

"It's a computer!"

he stood up excitedly, accidentally hitting his head, and a small bump appeared on top of his head.

The chemical agent on the table was dumped on the ground, making a screeching sound.

"It's strong sulfuric acid!" Akai

Shuichi was secretly surprised, and then walked over and pulled Conan out from under the table.

"Strong sulfuric acid can destroy corpses and destroy traces, and the identity of the silver fox's killer is confirmed.

Fujiwara Yusheng glared at the silver fox who had already GGG.

I didn't expect that the unknown killer in the original book was still a little peculiar.

They then cleaned up the table, then put the laptop on the table, and the three of them gathered around it.

I'm looking forward to turning it on.

Fortunately, this computer seems to be commonly used by the silver fox.,There's also electricity.,But,The login interface requires a password.,It's still a seven-digit number.。

That string of characters is clearly not a password.

"Maybe just unravel that string of characters and you'll get the password.

Conan was struck by the word, then pondered the possible meaning of that string of characters.

Pacing back and forth in the room, he scanned every part of the room, sometimes sighing, sometimes shaking his head.

"What do the A's and B's mean?" he

couldn't figure out what the beginning of the capital letter meant.

Maybe it's two contrasts, or maybe it's two abbreviations.

"The characters are always A and B as the beginning or conjunction, does it mean that A and B are fixed things, borrowed?"

Conan thought again, and then scanned the layout of the room again, everything was single, only those two bookshelves

!yes

!bookshelf!

0 were also books on the shelves, so....

“A15... A15... Does this A refer to the first shelf?"

conan muttered to himself.

Fujiwara Yusei and Akai Shuichi can only provide him with a safe environment to think.

Just now, Chao Wenzao had a tendency to wake up, and Fujiwara fell asleep again for the rest of his life.

The body of the silver fox was still on display in the room, and there were some strange things on his body that could not be shown to outsiders, which involved too many things.

The two looked at Conan, and suddenly, Conan stared at a certain place on the bookshelf, the corners of his mouth grinned, and the lenses began to reflect

! Fujiwara Yusheng was happy, he thought of it! He figured it out!

Sure enough, Conan immediately spoke: "Yu Shengjun, take down the fifth book in the first column of the first shelf!"

Fujiwara Yusheng didn't say much, Conan did whatever he said, and immediately took down the book in the first row with his feet.

The name of the book starts with a capital P, and it is a foreign language book.

"B25, take the fifth book in the second column of the second shelf!" The

next one is a book that starts with A.

Just like this, Fujiwara Yusheng took out seven books and arranged them, Conan looked at the seven books, and he pronounced a word.

——Pandora。

When Fujiwara heard this word, he was stupid on the spot.

Pandora!?Is

it a coincidence?

He came to this world for the first time to come into contact with the word, the first time he heard it, it was not that he was unaware of the existence of Pandora.

But it's almost mysterious, ethereal, could it be that Pandora really exists?

In order to verify, Fujiwara Yusheng urged to enter it quickly.

Both Conan and Shuichi Akai stared at Fujiwara suspiciously, wondering what interested him in the term.

You know, Pandora represents disaster...

They wonder if opening this computer is the same as opening a Pandora's box.

However, nothing that scary happened.

After a string of words is entered into the password box, the computer answers.

There is only one folder on the clean desktop.

Fujiwara opened the folder and put a lot of things on one side, but almost all of them were TXT documents.

Click on the first article, I didn't expect it to be a memoir, but the days are very long.

They can't take their eyes off and peek at the content.

Opening.

—January 1, 1975.

Weather, fine.

The mysterious man told me that if I wanted to live, I had to work for them, at least the conditions offered were really tempting, I was just a little scientist who ate and waited for death, they appreciated me as my honor, and I was willing to sacrifice my life for them, definitely not because of the high salary.

—January 1, 1976.

Weather, fine.

I have been in the organization for a year, and the team leader appreciates my talent, and he said that he can make me prosperous and rich, and I believe it.

- August 20, 1976.

Weather, cloudy.

The work was too busy, the years of research had left me disoriented, and it was tiring, the chemicals were hurting, and I found that my memory began to decline.

—April 20, 1978.

Clear.

My amnesia deepened, I almost forgot that I was part of the organization, and I had to start journaling in the future, otherwise I would forget, and I would have to be diligent.

Today's research is not for nothing, at least I have a direction.

- April 20, 1979.

Weather, cloudy.

Oh, my damn amnesia, after a year, I made up the diary, it can't be called a diary anymore, maybe it should be called an almanac.

This year, I traveled all over the world, but I didn't find anything, and the people in the organization were getting impatient.

I still haven't made what they need.

—September 20, 1980.

Weather, heavy rain.

I accidentally learned that the people of the organization were just trying to use me, and I was very confused, I didn't know where to go, and I heard that their methods were very cruel, and even the team leader was pretending.

No, I'm going to have to slip away.

For the safety of their own lives.

—May 20, 1985.

Weather, cloudy to sunny.

It's been almost three years since I've been hiding in the mountains, and I can't be found by the people of the Order, but I'm still not safe.

My connector is trying to find me, and he wants to kill me for a reward, it must be like this.

It is worth mentioning that today I picked up a bloodstained man in the mountains, and I at first suspected that he was bait.

But it didn't seem to be, I saved him.

—May 21, 1985.

Weather, cloudy.

This man was very stubborn and refused to take medicine, his eyes were fierce, I didn't dare to take him back to the base, so I could only let him rest in a temporary wooden house.

I didn't dare to take him to the hospital, but I was afraid that he would die, probably because I was too kind.

I will definitely ignore him in the future, and I will not see him if I give him the medicine.

—May 22.

Well, I went again, but he looked much better.

—May 23rd.

He asked my name and I didn't say it.

- May 24.

He said he was a hunter going up the mountain, but he didn't have a shotgun, and I was skeptical.

I decided not to leave him alone.

I'm going to be isolated, or I'm going to fly away, and the organization won't find me anymore.

...

This is where the diary comes to an abrupt end.

Fujiwara looked at the dead silver fox for the rest of his life, and estimated that he was the one who was saved as written by the owner of the diary.

The owner of the diary is presumably dead.

And has been dead for several years.