Click, click...
Click, click...
In the dead space, there was a faint sound of slow and intermittent sliding of metal.
The sound got louder and louder.
Conan's gradually blurred consciousness had a moment of clarity.
What happened?
where am I?
Um... By the way, I was put in the morgue by that man...
His eyelids and limbs felt as heavy as lead.
Conan's saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face pressed against it, his sense of touch having already changed from cold to numb.
Even without the timer used as a cannon, he no longer had the strength to call for help at this time.
Who is coming?
That man?
The claustrophobic confinement that lacked oxygen made Conan no longer have a sense of time...
It felt like a long time passed to him.
But...the bomb hasn't exploded yet, so it hasn't been an hour yet, right?
at this time--
There was a clearer sound of metal friction, and then the cover of the morgue was pushed open.
"I found him! Hey, kid, are you okay? What is that in your mouth?"
Mouri Kogoro was very anxious and his voice was extremely loud.
Have you been saved...?
Conan relaxed and completely passed out.
…
The darkness is long and silent.
Conan had a very scary dream.
In the dream, from the perspective of a bystander, he was unable to interfere or act. He could only watch the gentle-looking but extremely crazy man wearing flat glasses, put himself in the morgue, and then went to the upper deck of the cruise ship. Found the Doctor, Haiyuan, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta...
At the end, the other party detonated the bomb without hesitation in a desperate atmosphere where the people on the ship were panicking, roaring, fearful, and crying.
Conan saw a bright light spread quickly across the dark sea.
The cruise ship tilted, strong winds rose, and the explosion seemed to shatter the entire sea. The cabin was filled with smoke and sparks, and the fire was blazing amid the wails of the passengers.
He was so shocked that he was speechless and could only shout silently. Finally, he stared blankly at the man getting on the lifeboat, making a 'goodbye' gesture towards him and disappearing on the horizon.
"ah!!!"
A scream of anger or fear came from Conan's mouth.
His back was soaked and fear coursed through him.
Open your eyes.
Several slightly oppressive black shadows surrounded him, instantly blocking the light from the ceiling.
? ! ? !
The entire incident flashed through Conan's mind like a replay.
Feeling the warm bed beneath you.
Reality gradually replaces virtuality.
"I……"
A muffled and hoarse sound came from the throat.
Conan was stunned for a second.
"He's awake! Doctor, he's awake!" Mao Lilan looked a little haggard.
During a sailing trip, my best friend and the children at home were imprisoned in the morgue one after another.
If this kind of thing is written in this book, few people would believe it.
It was obviously the first time the ship's doctor had experienced such a ridiculous thing since he started working. He checked Conan and asked:
"Kid, do you still feel dizzy now?"
Conan shook his head... He still felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want everyone to worry.
"That's it... it should be just moderate suffocation. Let's hang a bag of saline for observation first."
The ship's doctor looked at everyone again as he spoke, and continued: "The medical conditions on the ship are limited. Fortunately, we will dock soon. Then you take him to the hospital to check, especially the strangulation marks on his neck."
Strangulation marks?
Wasn't it pinched?
Conan was startled and stretched out his hand to touch it. He felt a burning tingling sensation that made his already weak body twitch.
"Hiss...ah..."
He groaned hoarsely.
"Conan..." Mao Lilan immediately approached.
At the same time, a calm voice came into my ears:
"Doctor, this child has ADHD. Using a band to temporarily fix his hands and feet will have any impact on his recovery?"
Hey hey...that's not the case, is it?
Conan turned his head and looked at someone.
"Well……"
The ship's doctor hesitated for a moment and said: "If the fixation is looser, it won't have any impact..."
"Conan, do you want to recover quietly, or do you need medical facilities?" Ye Gengyi asked a certain detective boy in a very 'democratic' manner.
"Hehe... No, no need..." Conan sweated and lay down obediently.
I really had the blessing of 'surviving the disaster'. If it had been any other time, Brother Geng would have omitted the questioning and tied people up directly, right?
He murmured silently, raised his voice slightly, and said tentatively:
"The... prisoner was arrested?"
"Speaking of this, I just have something to ask you..."
Mouri Kogoro said: "Miss Akiyoshi said there was another man in the dock, and it was he who attacked you, right?"
"right……"
Conan tensed up: "The injury on my neck was caused by him pinching me, and then he put me in the morgue..."
"Pinch? Conan, I need to remind you."
Ye Gengyi took over the topic at the right time and repeated the doctor's conclusion: "The marks on your neck are strangulation marks."
"What?" Conan was confused for a moment.
"Hey, little ghost head, are you still not feeling well somewhere?" Mouri Kogoro glanced at the cabinet next to him and sighed: "Forget it... I will talk to the police department, and we will dock later. Go to the hospital for a checkup first."
"Wait a minute, what happened?"
Conan was anxious.
He knew that a group of people had gathered here. In addition to being concerned about his condition, they must also want to ask for information about the attacker as soon as possible.
But...why did everyone's eyes have an emotion of 'this kid must have a brain problem' after he just said a word?
Ye Gengyi said: "Mr. Maoli, let him look in the mirror."
Mouri Kogoro thought for a few seconds and sighed: "Okay, anyway, this kid has a pretty strong psychological endurance..."
He picked up the mirror from the cabinet and turned it over to look at Conan, so that he could see the image inside clearly from his lying position.
The tiredness and paleness on his face are still there, and you don't need to ask to know that it will take a while to recover.
Conan's eyes only stayed for a moment, and then fell on his neck. Then his body suddenly became stiff, and incredible emotions appeared in his pupils.
Because the bruises on it are really not fingerprints, but several rope...stretch marks.
The lunatic's voice was still lingering in his ears, and even the scene that had just appeared in his dream was one of extreme cold-blooded cruelty.
Can……
Why are there strangulation marks?
That guy obviously pinched it with his hands...
The clues left behind that subverted common sense caused Conan's detective thinking to stall for a moment.
how so! ?
(End of chapter)
