Mount Fuji.
In Japanese culture, it is a sacred mountain that contains natural charm, beauty and solemnity. It is a sacred place revered by countless Japanese.
But everything has two sides, and Mount Fuji is no exception.
At this moment, it is showing its terrifying other side.
...
Along with the rumbling sound of the ground, the earth began to tremble.
Mount Fuji is like a person with a bad stomach, making a "rumble" sound.
The magma system under the ground gradually climbed up, and billowing black smoke began to fill the crater and rise upwards.
People in Building B of the Twin Skyscrapers invariably turned their gazes to the distance, staring at the hazy Mount Fuji.
"Just now...it seemed like..."
Officer Memu spoke softly and did not even dare to move his body.
He was afraid that if his movements were a little bigger, he would disturb the sleep of the "sacred mountain".
Conan's high-tech glasses were aimed at Mount Fuji, and he quickly zoomed in on the telescope's field of view to the limit.
I saw clouds of black smoke billowing out from above the slightly obscured white snow in the darkness, as if some huge crop was burning in the crater.
It's more like some kind of giant beast that symbolizes disaster is gathering strength and gaining momentum.
Conan's eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment he didn't dare to think any more.
The same was true for Mouri Kogoro, Mouri Ran, Aso Minoru and others. They all stared at the "Sacred Mountain" where they were supposed to rest with bated breath, daring not to move.
boom--
There was another series of rumbling sounds, and these sounds were heard more clearly.
This sound is coming from Mount Fuji!
"Mount Fuji, there seems to be movement..." Officer Megure tried weakly.
In this case, no one dares to immediately determine what is happening at this moment.
Because the consequences of this matter are so serious that no one dares to bear the heavy consequences of misjudgment.
In the face of such a majestic natural force, all humans can do is pray.
Pray this doesn't happen.
...
Building A of the Twin Skyscrapers.
Qin Zhibo watched helplessly as Ruyue Fengshui fell to the ground and died. Not long after, the ground began to tremble.
In this extremely weird and depressing atmosphere, the deformed reptile-like Royger let out a shocking roar.
Its cry seems to have some excitement in it, like the cry of the velociraptor in Jurassic Park when it finds its prey.
Suddenly, Royger pointed his goose-yellow pupils at the two "dwarfs" on the ground, and his sharp claws slowly waved in the air like a sickle.
not good!
In a sudden moment, Royger crawled forward, and his huge body rushed towards Qin Zhibo and Amuro Toru.
Qin Zhibo reacted quickly and pushed Amuro Toru away, while using the reaction force to avoid himself.
Royger jumped into the air, and his huge body brushed past the two bodies, directly trampling the stage floor, sending sawdust flying up and down.
After stabilizing his body, Royger turned his hateful and terrifying head and aimed his gaze at Qin Zhibo, who was the most active.
Girl!
Targeting me!
Qin Zhibo knew that Royger's target was him. With a thought, he quickly put the [Gift of the Golden Tree] in the toolbar on his wrist to increase his agility, turned around and ran away.
Royger screamed toward the top of his head, waved his powerful limbs, and chased Qin Zhibo in the direction of escape.
The noise went away along the corridor, and Toru Amuro, who was sitting there, was still stunned, his brain having difficulty digesting what he had just seen.
What on earth is that big monster?
Is it a creature from Earth?
No, that's absolutely not the case!
That kind of thing cannot exist on earth!
It doesn't even exist?
Toru Amuro remembered that the giant reptile was born from the mist. This alone meant that it was an existence far beyond human imagination than the dragon-shaped monsters in various fantasy works.
Snap, snap——
At this moment, Toru Amuro's thoughts were interrupted by two slaps coming from his ears.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that they were several children from the Junior Detective Team.
Ayumi stared at Toru Amuro with curious eyes and asked, "Brother, what are you doing sitting here?"
Yuantai was a little disgusted, "You must have been frightened by the earthquake just now, right? You are a coward..."
"Then come with us to the roof and wait for rescue." Mitsuhiko was still more friendly.
Toru Amuro glanced at the three little ones who took the initiative to speak. Only Haibara Ai stood slightly behind, with a serious expression and remained silent.
Now towards Toru Amuro, Haibara Ai still has that disgusting feeling in her heart.
"You..." Toru Amuro forced himself to calm down and stood up, "Why are you still in the building?"
"We..."
The three little chickens had one beak and the duck had another beak. They finally explained what happened clearly.
Toru Amuro learned that there was a helicopter rescue upstairs, and decided to take the child to the roof first, and then come back to find Qin Zhibo.
But when they arrived on the roof of Building A, several people were shocked by the scene in front of them.
A sea of fire engulfed the tarmac, making it impossible for anyone to stand on it.
With no other choice, the group could only retreat to the banquet hall and find other ways to leave the building.
Suddenly, a strange roar erupted from deep in the corridor.
Roar--
The terrifying echo reached their ears, and the three little ones and Haiyuan Ai turned their sights to the depths of the corridor.
"What is this sound!"
"It seems like some kind of monster?"
"Ah~ so scary..."
Only Toru Amuro knew that it was a "taboo" that could not be touched, and quickly comforted him: "The building must have collapsed somewhere... we should find a way to escape quickly."
Amuro Toru tried his best to stabilize his mentality and let as much reason as possible in his brain. At the same time, he looked around to see if there were any escape tools that could be used.
Suddenly, the red Ford Mustang convertible parked on the round platform attracted Toru Amuro's attention.
Toru Amuro quickly ran over and found that the car key was still inserted in the key hole.
The three little ones who were eager to survive also hurried over and immediately understood what Toru Amuro was thinking.
"That's right! We can fly to the building next door in this car!"
"impossible..."
A cold voice extinguished the hope of survival for several people. It was Haihara Ai who had his hands behind his back, as if life and death had nothing to do with me.
"The distance between the two buildings is 50 meters. To fly to the swimming pool opposite, you need at least 60 meters."
"It is known that the height difference from Building B is about 20 meters. Although objects on the earth can advance at a constant speed in the horizontal direction, they will also accelerate and fall proportionally due to gravity..."
Haibara Ai was about to say some scientific formulas to prove her idea, but when she saw the strange look in Toru Amuro's eyes, she stopped talking.
"Anyway, the acceleration of this car is not enough for us to fly to that building."
"We're going to fall... and hit the side of that building."
Haihara Ai's rational analysis made the expressions of the three little ones immediately become depressed.
But then, Haihara Ai said: "I just saw that there was also a bomb installed in this banquet hall."
"If the shock wave generated by the bomb is used, the car flying in the air can be accelerated for a moment..."
"But this requires leaving one person to accurately read the seconds when the bomb explodes."
"Taken together, it's best that the person left behind is me..."
Toru Amuro looked down at Haibara Ai with a look of indifference on life and death, and thought of the terrible experience he just had.
"Little sister..."
"Your idea is very dangerous."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
