"Well!"
Just as Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to walk out of the alley, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and covered his mouth.
Then another hand suddenly slit his throat with a dagger from behind.
"Xiaoguang?"
On the other end of the phone, Toru Amuro shouted in confusion. He seemed to have heard some strange noise just now.
In the rain, his pupils gradually became dilated, and without making any sound, Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly knelt down on the ground.
"What happened? Xiaoguang?" Toru Amuro asked again on the phone.
However, the hand did not stop there. Instead, it turned the dagger over and stabbed him in the heart.
"Can you hear me, Xiaoguang? Answer me!" Feeling increasingly uneasy, Toru Amuro asked quickly, his voice rising in pitch.
Blood overflowed crazily from the corners of his mouth, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's body fell into the water in the alley, with hot and bright red blood flowing freely.
After all, he couldn't get out of this dirty alley.
"I ran so far, I almost lost him..."
Turning the dagger in his hand with his right hand very flexibly, the man in black who killed Zhu Fu Jingguang took off the wine hanging from his waist and placed it next to Zhu Fu Jingguang's body.
This is a new, unopened bottle of wine, with its name clearly written on the bottle - "Plum wine".
"Xiaoguang! How are you?! Who is talking?! Answer me quickly!"
"Moxi Moxi, who are you? When you say little light, do you mean Scotland?"
The man in black picked up the mobile phone in Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand. Her voice was very beautiful, making people feel that she must be a beautiful woman.
So, why is this woman’s voice coming from Xiaoguang’s cell phone? Why does she know about Scotland? Is she from the organization? !
On the other end of the phone, Toru Amuro raised his hand to cover his mouth. He didn't notice that his whole body was trembling with fear at this moment.
He was afraid, he was afraid that the worst-case scenario in his mind had already happened.
Xiaoguang, please speak quickly and answer me quickly!
"If it was Scotland, he would be dead already, I just killed him.
This is the sound of blood gurgling in his throat. Can you hear it? "
His pupils shrank to the extreme. Amuro Toru's hands suddenly tightened and he pinched his mouth tightly, listening to this woman speaking the cruelest truth to him in the most playful voice.
"Moxi Moxi? Why don't you speak? What's wrong? Are you too sad to say anything? Don't be sad, people are going to die anyway, this is normal~
And I started very quickly. I promise, Xiaoguang will only suffer for a few seconds at most. Don't be sad, okay?
Really, listen, he has no voice now. I'm not lying to you. Xiaoguang is really dead!
Moxi Moxi, why don’t you reply to me? Are you Xiaoguang's good friend? Can you tell me your name?
Well, don't you want to say it? Then let me tell you my name first? I'm Rickel ~ Plum wine ~ Super delicious plum wine ~
I also left a bottle next to Xiaoguang. If you like it, you can come and get it. I highly recommend it!
Wow, you really don’t want to say a word to me. Obviously I still want to be friends with you. Really... Let’s leave it like this for now. Let’s talk when we have a chance. Bye~”
The call was hung up, and the voice of the woman who called herself Ricker disappeared along with the communication.
Rickel!
Amuro Toru pinched his mouth tightly, his nails dug deeply into his flesh, and traces of blood seeped out from his nails.
Tears welled up, and those beautiful purple-gray eyes were already bloodshot, with murderous intent brewing crazily in them.
Rickel! ! !
"..."
The inside and outside of the window seem to be two different worlds. This feeling is especially obvious on rainy days.
The room was a little dark, and the layout of the bedroom was very simple. Apart from some necessary furniture, there was no extraneous stuff. Therefore, it seemed a little empty, and had nothing to do with the words beautiful, warm, and cute.
It's hard to imagine that this is the bedroom of a female high school student.
But it is.
Karasuma Ying was sitting on the bed. She was wearing a white pajamas. There were unpacked takeout boxes on the table next to her.
In her hand she held a small whiteboard with several photos pasted on it, and a name written next to each photo.
As for herself, she was looking at these in a daze.
It is worth mentioning that two of the photos were highlighted by her.
The first one is a picture of Conan with the words Edogawa Conan next to it.
The second picture is a photo of the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi, with his name also written next to it.
In the middle of these two photos, Karasumaying drew an uncertain equal sign.
Are they the same person?
Putting down the pen in her hand, Karasumaying picked up the phone and dialed a number.
She didn't have to wait long before the owner of the number connected.
"Hello?" There was a very gentle female voice on the phone.
"It's me, mom." Karasuma Ying said.
"...It's Xiaoying, why did you call your mother suddenly?"
The woman she called "mom" was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Karasumaying to call her.
"I just want to tell my mother that Tokyo is indeed an interesting place compared to New York."
"I see, Xiaoying, you secretly ran away to Tokyo..."
"Are you going to lie again, Mom?"
Karasumaying's tone suddenly changed.
"You've known for a long time that I came to Tokyo, and the person I saw that day was you, right? Don't lie to me, mom, I can see through your disguise at a glance."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before speaking again, his voice still gentle.
"Xiaoying, why did you call your mother suddenly?"
She did not answer Karasuma Ying's words.
But many times, not answering itself is actually an answer.
She also didn't dwell on this issue anymore. Karasuma Ying told her the real purpose of making this call.
"Mom, do you think human time can be reversed?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I met a kid in Tokyo, an incredibly smart kid, and I always felt like I might have met this kid before.
It was ten years ago. I met him ten years ago, but I couldn't understand how someone in this world could not change at all in ten years.
No, maybe it's not that there has been no change... but that he has changed back again? Has he changed back to what he was ten years ago?
I don't understand because it doesn't make sense. "
"Xiaoying, what is the name of the child you are talking about?"
"Edogawa Conan...no, maybe I should call him Kudo Shinichi."
In the middle of the whiteboard in front of Karasumaying, there is a somewhat old photo.
In the photo, there were four children who looked to be no more than six or seven years old. The background was on a beach.
On the back of the photo, the names of the four children are marked one by one in delicate handwriting. From left to right they are:
Ran Mao, Shinichi Kudo, Ei Karasuma, Masumi Sera.
