Smoke lingered, shrouding everything in haze.
Ten seconds later, Ye Gengyi stood up and patted the dust on his clothes.
...No matter how strong he is, he is still just a child.
On the inside of the black mask, the mesh structure built by nanorobots is like a high-precision filter, blocking out all the gas floating in the air.
To be honest, at this moment, his idea was not to teach some detective kid who always likes to be in the limelight.
Looking at Mao Lilan lying on the ground, Ye Geng had a sudden thought:
"If he is really sucked by Kyogoku, how long will it take for him to fall into coma with his physique?"
…
The exit from Wimbledon Stadium.
Because of the rain, I couldn't find many pedestrians when I looked around.
Conan wiped the rain off his face, and could only walk closer to the ticket inspector whom he had planned to knock out with an anesthetic needle before, and asked:
"Sister, did you just see a boy and a girl, two people who looked like high school students leaving? Oh, that girl's hairstyle is like this..."
He made a sharp angle with his hand and put it on his head.
Very memorable description.
The conductor thought for a while, pointed in one direction and said, "Yes, there were two people who ran out in a hurry. They went over there."
"Thank you!"
Conan hurried to catch up.
The ground was stained dark gray by the rain.
Conan, who came here, was not lucky enough to meet another witness this time. He stood in front of the intersection and began to think.
The reason why the other party lured Xiaolan away is currently unclear, so there is no way to think about the whereabouts of the two from this perspective.
Damn it, we can only try our luck...
On the right is a wealthy neighborhood that is being developed. Because it has not yet been opened to the public, there are almost no pedestrians.
On the left is the iron sheet house that is essential during the development and construction phase. Outside the fence, there are also some construction and industrial waste piled up.
The wind was blowing.
The air mixed with earth and a damp and rotten smell penetrated into the nostrils.
Before Conan could make a judgment, he saw a dark figure running in hastily with a shovel in his hand.
No, no way...
Xiaolan!
The heartbeat speeds up suddenly.
The feeling of horror was like a person suddenly having a hand on his shoulder while watching a horror movie.
He could no longer think about it and rushed over.
Fortunately, the only trace of reason he had left told him not to yell, let alone make too much noise, before he understood the situation.
The door was locked from the inside.
Conan found a few drops of red liquid that was gradually diluted by the rain on the ground nearby, which made him feel more uneasy.
The gap between the wall and the door panel is very narrow, and forcing one to climb over is bound to cause a lot of noise.
Helpless, without knowing the location of the suspicious black figure, Conan could only resort to searching around the wall.
Not long after, he found a dog hole that was only half as high as his height in the gap between the wall and the mud floor.
The barbed wire fence in the middle has long been rusty.
Conan got in without much effort.
Rain is constantly dripping on the exposed steel bars and concrete floors. The edges of the fence are overgrown with weeds. The scenery is blocked from sight. If you don't poke your head out, you can't see the distance at all.
Paper scraps and plastic bags fluttering in the wind are mixed with rusty cans, trash cans, tattered clothes, quilts and other accumulated garbage with dust and soil attached to them, and dark red broken bricks.
"Ahem..."
Conan hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, choked by the strong smell, and almost couldn't hold back a violent cough.
It stayed like this for a while.
The respiratory tract, which instinctively rejects odors, gradually adapted to it.
Conan propped himself up on his elbows and crawled forward for some distance. He looked around to make sure there was no one around, then quietly got up and walked around to the side of the iron room against the wall.
Normally, in order to facilitate later transportation, there is only one place to pile large debris in the same area.
The area for temporary residence will be located slightly further away.
Therefore, Conan judged that no matter what the purpose of the black shadow coming here, he would be the most concealed and least likely to be discovered by the other side.
Just as he was thinking about it, an unclear 'creep' sound came into his ears.
Conan looked over and saw that the man wearing a peaked cap was pushing a wheelbarrow towards this side. He stared and saw a sack across the fender.
Although due to the angle and distance, Conan couldn't see it very clearly.
But based on his intuition, he guessed that what was inside... was probably a person.
Clench your fists.
Conan's pupils slowly dilated. The shirt inside his blue suit clung tightly to his chest and back. The annoying stickiness made him unable to tell whether it was sweat or rain.
Here, the man roughly dragged the sack to the ground.
The mouth of the bag, which was not tied too tightly, got wet from the rain and slipped, and a few strands of long black hair trickled out.
Then, a familiar face came into view. She was about ten years old and was wearing a black sleeveless sports T-shirt.
Xiaolan!
The nerve called sanity was broken. Conan had no intention of observing the situation and directly turned on the football belt and foot strength-enhancing shoes.
There was a bang.
The shock wave of the football cut through the rain curtain and rushed towards the goal.
However, football is not a bullet after all. The timing was wrong, coupled with the arc of being kicked from top to bottom. Not to mention that Ye Geng had been prepared early, even if someone else had motor nerves and could put it into action in a short time. Those who take action can still dodge this ball.
Ye Gengyi just ducked out of the way, then chased after him holding a shovel upside down.
Conan was stunned for a moment and immediately realized what a big mistake he had made.
The sound of metal rubbing against the ground, combined with the rainy scene, made him shiver in his heart.
There is a wall behind him, and the only means left to fight back is an anesthetic needle.
Conan was calculating, but his attitude was as if he was frightened, and he turned around and ran away.
Click, click...
The soles of the shoes hit the ground, causing a splash of water with every step.
However, this seemingly embarrassing escape was actually a carefully calculated counterattack by Conan!
The wall and the iron room formed a narrow passage.
Conan looked back from time to time to observe, seizing the moment when the two people's bodies overlapped.
Turn, aim, shoot.
Gotta hit!
At such a distance, the reaction time is only 1 second at most, no! Not even for a second.
Conan had even stopped running and was ready to go back the same way to check on Mao Lilan's condition.
Unfortunately, it's not enough.
In order to integrate this prop into the watch, Dr. Ali reduced the size of the anesthesia needle to the theoretical minimum.
The trajectory drawn by the needle is almost invisible in this dim environment lacking light.
However, the moment it was about to hit the target.
Ye Gengyi suddenly stopped like Conan, lacking the momentum to move forward. The distance between the anesthesia needle and the target was undoubtedly lengthened.
It was this slight gap that caused the situation faced by the two to change drastically in an instant.
Ye Gengyi did not dodge, his shoulders trembled, and he simply waved the iron catalpa in his hand downwards.
? ! ? !
Conan was shocked, but it was already too late to react.
The next second.
The anesthetic needle hit the shovel, and the wooden pole of the shovel hit Conan's big head.
