The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

The gray mouse climbed onto the sofa with four paws and lay just in front of Belmod's face.

At first, it didn't make any movement, it just stood there tentatively, staring at the humans nearby.

Compared to ordinary rats, this rat is not very afraid of humans, especially humans who are already asleep.

It just looked at the human in front of it, staring at it with its gray eyes.

At some point, it finally decided to do something.

It thrust its body into the gap between the shroud and Belmod's face. The gap was small at first, but was soon opened by the rat's not-so-thin body.

But suddenly, the skinny mouse seemed to be stimulated by some bad smell. His body froze and he lost his balance and slid to the ground.

The weight of the mouse's body completely stretched the shroud.

After a while, the unconscious mouse woke up from the ground and made a "squeaking" sound.

It climbed back onto the sofa, but this time it didn't try to bite the tip of Belmod's nose or lips.

After jumping over several sofa grids, it came to Belmode's knees, where the smell of blood was even more tempting.

In order to taste tonight's unique delicacy, the mouse began to bite the gauze, worked hard to use both front paws, stood up, and was as flexible as a human.

After a long time, it finally opened a gap in the gauze. Underneath was the skin coated with purple liquid. There was a slightly bloodshot hole in the middle of the skin.

Smelling the stronger smell of blood, the mouse dug its head directly into the blood-red meat and licked it to its heart's content.

Sometimes when you are licking to your heart's content, you will make a "squeaking" sound.

After a while, Belmod slowly opened his eyes.

At first, she only saw a vague darkness in her eyes, and the only place with some light was the small dim light bulb above her head.

When the fog in her eyes gradually faded, she could clearly see her surroundings.

This is a simple space made of cement, with four or five pieces of furniture placed inside. There is a pile of debris next to the sofa where he is sitting, and he can see a Ludo chess board, an old radio, and the like.

At first glance, Belmod judged that this place was very old, at least a little older than himself.

here it is……

Belmod was wondering in his heart when he suddenly heard a "squeak".

Following the sound, he looked down and saw a mouse lying next to his thigh, its head stuck into the gauze, feeding on his own flesh and blood.

ah!

Belmod subconsciously wanted to scream, but his throat was so dry that it was smoking. He could only make an expression of surprise and opened his mouth wide, with steam rising from his throat.

However, the little mouse didn't seem to realize that the host who entertained it had woken up, and was still concentrating on eating the delicious food in front of him.

Belmod quickly calmed down and did not immediately drive away the rat.

Although the rat was gnawing at her own flesh and blood, the flesh on her knees had actually lost much feeling for a long time, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up at this time.

The area gnawed by the mouse is just a little itchy and painful to Belmode. It seems that someone is gently playing with the burnt skin tissue, which involves the nerves that have not been completely necrotic.

After calming down, Belmod used one hand to prop up his upper body on the sofa and check the condition of his lower body.

The left leg that had been bitten by the rat was pinned down by the right leg. The jeans had been cut a lot shorter, and the wound seemed to have been simply treated.

However, the mouse still took off the gauze bandage, and there was no one around to manage this unexpected situation.

After watching for a while, the arms that Belmod used to support his body lost strength, and he lay weakly in his original position.

Lying quietly on the sofa, Belmod looked at the clothes he was wearing, and found that they were a set of stained men's clothes.

This is...the clothes you wear when you disguise yourself.

At this time, she suddenly remembered what happened before she fell into coma.

After he was rescued from the dock by "Michael", a crony of the organization's boss, he received a text message from the boss.

But before going back, he wanted to block the news about "Angel" and "Cool guy", so he chose to attack Michael.

Sleeping gas...

Did he wake up first?

Based on the current environment he was in, Belmod quickly determined that he was captured by Michael, and in an inhumane way.

Humph...are you going to execute me?

Organizations treat different people and use different execution methods.

For example, for the enemies of the organization or the small fish and shrimps in the organization, the execution method is usually relatively quick, and they will be killed with one shot if their mistakes are not very serious.

But for those who have committed some special crimes in the organization, the execution method will not be so straightforward.

Dying instantly is always the easiest way to escape.

Making people die slowly in pain is the way to organize torture, and it is also a way to set an example to others.

Using terror to control people's hearts, Belmode knew that this was how the organization operated.

I just never thought that one day, this method would be used on me.

Do you plan to lock me here and wait for death slowly?

Simply treating the wound was just to keep me alive for a while longer.

Belmod looked around. Except for the rusty iron door at the door, there were no other escape exits and no surveillance cameras.

Although no one was watching, the chains on his feet had completely locked all of Belmode's beliefs.

Thinking that he was dead, Belmod gradually gave up and lay quietly on the sofa, letting the mouse continue to bite his knees.

it's over……

I didn't expect that I would die in such a dirty and dark place. It was such a ridiculous way to die.

Thinking in his mind, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Belmod's lips, and scenes from the past appeared in front of his mind like a revolving door of life.

He debuted on stage at the age of 18 in "The King in Yellow", won an Oscar, became a killer and assassinated powerful people everywhere, became a disciple of the Kuroba Pirates with Fujimine Yukiko, and took...

Belmod recalled that most of his life had been wandering around gorgeous stages and bloody murder scenes, all for the grand ambition of "that one".

As Sharon Wynyard, she once told Yukiko that no angel had ever smiled at her in her life, and this was not an empty statement.

At the same time, this sentence also has another meaning: she did meet an angel, but when she looked closer, she found that it was not a real angel, but a fallen angel.

In Western mythology, Lucifer is a fallen angel who was expelled from heaven for betraying God.

This is the boss of the organization, the mysterious "that adult".

Belmode thought for a moment, and since he was destined to die, he might as well choose to continue sleeping and embrace death in a dream without fear.

If it weren't for this, death might be a luxury for me.

As for the content of the dream...

Belmode thought for a moment, the most beautiful dream he had ever had in his life was the encounter with "Angel" and "Cool guy".

Belmode recalled that trip to New York in his mind, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Unlike Mao Lilan, that trip to New York was her best memory.

One person wants to help another person. In theory, there is no need for any reason at all...

Recalling the scene when Kudo Shinichi said these words to himself sternly, Belmod slowly closed his eyes.

But suddenly, she opened her eyes suddenly.

I can't give up just yet, otherwise what will Angel and Cool guy do?

They don't know yet that danger is approaching!

Belmode thought of the scene on the dock. Since Michael had been observing everything from Calvados's position, he could tell that the target he wanted to execute this time was Shirley.

And Angel and Cool Guy are helping Shirley survive, so they must be the next targets of the organization to kill.

what to do?

Thinking of this, Belmode panicked.

I must find a way to remind them that even if they join the FBI's witness protection program, they must stay away from danger!

It may even be too late now. As a close associate of the organization's boss, Michael is likely to take action himself.

Maybe on the way now!

Or lurking around the Mori Office!

Even already...

Once he thought of this possibility, Belmode's brain came up with countless ideas out of fear, each one worse than the last.

Even when she learned that she was bound to die, she was not so scared.

Instead, the lives of those two people were in danger, which made her extremely scared.

Belmod looked around the room again. This time with the idea of ​​​​escape, he made some other discoveries.

First of all, the corners of this place are a little damp. Coupled with the cement walls and metal doors, it looks like an underground air raid shelter built by rich people.

This can also be seen from the various old-fashioned daily necessities stocked in the room.

In other words, if I could escape, there should be a nice villa and mansion above, and it should be built somewhere in the suburbs.

Is it Dusk Villa?

Belmod immediately thought of this huge and luxurious annex, which was once a property affiliated with the organization and was auctioned off two years ago.

But recently I heard that the owner who bought the house died in the house, and the police blocked the news...

If it is the Dusk Annex, the owner of the annex has not been dead for long, and the facilities inside should still be usable.

Like a phone call!

Thinking of this, Belmode was excited.

As long as I can call Cool Guy to inform him, I will be very satisfied.

But how to escape?

If this underground air raid shelter had been designed according to its original design, there would not have been a lock on the outside, only a lock on the inside of the door.

In other words, the door in front of you is just closed!

Then the only thing he has to find a way to break free from is the chains on his feet.

Belmod looked down at his left leg. The shackles made of fine steel were locked at the ankle and seemed unbreakable.

Unless the feet are as small as children, the soles of adult feet will certainly not be able to be freed from the shackles.

At this moment, Belmod very much hopes to have a pill of APTX-4869 by his side to make his body smaller.

But the truth is no.

Belmod looked left and right until he saw a jigsaw stuck diagonally among the debris.