The anemic Edogawa Conan was drinking red date and wolfberry tea while looking for the white crow.
Tsushima Shuji was lying on the hospital bed watching White Crow's live broadcast.
When clothes come, I stretch out my hands, and when food comes, I open my mouth.
The sitting posture is crooked, and there is no trace of the nosebleeds that were going on just a moment ago.
"You know someone is pretending to be sick." Toru Amuro, who was sitting on the sofa in the ward, said in a long voice.
"No, I'm not pretending. I'm really seriously ill and about to die." The black-haired boy covered his face and pretended to cry.
"The nosebleed...isn't fake." Midorikawa on the side said hesitantly.
Every time Kao bleeds, whether it's nosebleeds or coughing up blood.
It's all real blood.
Coughing up blood is easy to fake, but how to fake nosebleeds?
Could it be that...Kaa really...
Terminal ill?
Moreover, the hospital's examination report also showed that Tsushima Shuji's physical condition was indeed poor.
All that was needed was to directly say that Tsushima Shuji was destined not to live past the age of twenty, and looked like he would die young.
"Scotland." Toru Amuro looked serious.
"Don't believe him." His tone was serious.
Except when doing tasks and reasoning, don’t believe anything Kao says at other times! Scenery!
He deceived us all into thinking we were fools!
Scotland: Ah this...
"Hum——" The young man grunted out of boredom.
Quite boring assembling a puzzle.
The puzzle is not big, only about the size of a bedside table or tabletop.
It’s just that each piece is so small that you need to use a magnifying glass to see it clearly.
Shuji Tsushima said a few words to them, but he was already half done.
There are several pieces of pieces that have been put together on the ground nearby.
They are all distorted paintings that make people uncomfortable to look at.
Even if they are put together, it is impossible to tell what the painting is.
"Aren't you looking forward to White Crow's performance?" Amuro Toru said in a bored tone as she ate a grape.
It was Kaa who clearly said he wanted to see White Crow perform.
As a result, there is a live broadcast on the screen in the ward, but Kaa is concentrating on putting together the puzzle.
"Neon police...ha." Toru Amuro looked at the figure on the screen and sneered.
Although White Crow did this before in the United States, the FBI couldn't do anything about it.
But after all, I am not an American.
The neon police world...
Bourbon's purple-gray eyes had mixed emotions, mixed with disgust.
"You should have gotten used to it a long time ago, right?" Scotland's tone was equally complex.
"Speaking of which, you and Finch are classmates." Shuji Tsushima raised his head and said thoughtfully after finishing another puzzle.
Let Finch come and play together?
"Yes." Bourbon was not surprised that Kaa knew this.
After all, Kaa was already using his identity as a double agent to play tricks on him when they first met.
"Weiqiao said that he is a bomb disposal expert, and his bomb disposal skills are much better than yours..." The black-haired boy looked at Bourbon with his iris-colored left eye.
"Scotland's cooking skills are better than yours..." He said in a thoughtful tone.
"Because Bourbon learned his bomb disposal skills from Famous, and his cooking skills from me..." Scotland smiled and explained.
"Someone is crazy about stealing teachers." He said in a teasing tone.
Bourbon:…
Is this called stealing from a master? This is called common progress! This is called learning from each other’s strengths!
"I see..." The young man looked at Bourbon with a meaningful expression.
Bourbon: ...this look.
Is Kaa laughing at himself?
I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry.
"Can you defuse bombs? Can you cook?" Bourbon asked righteously.
Shuji Tsushima: What do you think?
In fact, I can come if I want to...
"Anyway, cooking with bourbon and Scotland is enough, I don't need to know how to..." Shujima Tsujima said confidently.
Bourbon, a guy who likes to talk back, will arrange for him to be the chef of the organization in the future.
Cooking for an entire base every day.
Tired him to death! /little devil laughs.jpg
…
In the live broadcast room, the four people have fallen into the point of killing each other.
"Kaa, you don't seem interested in the White Crow's performance?" Scotland asked while peeling the apple.
"Scotland, Scotland~" Kaa looked at him.
"I want rabbit apples——" His face was full of innocence.
"Okay." Scotland nodded.
Sure enough, Kaa is a child who also likes rabbits and apples.
"I want rabbit apples~~" Toru Amuro on the other side said in a long voice, imitating the other person's tone.
"Ugh." He made a disgusted expression.
"Isn't it embarrassing for such an adult to act like a spoiled brat?" he complained.
Doesn't Jing Guang find Kao's kid's tone disgusting? !
"There's nothing I can do. After all, I'm still a minor. It's reasonable to act coquettishly!" The boy blinked.
“Not like bourbon…”
"He is already an old man who is almost thirty years old." His tone was leisurely.
Bourbon: Me? Old man?
"You look at my face and say it again?" Bourbon pointed to his own face.
"Say to my face again that I am an old man?"
"I obviously don't look much older than you!" Bourbon said angrily.
"Ahem." Scotland cleared his throat.
Place the peeled rabbit apples on a plate in front of Tsushima Shuji.
"Bourbon, you are already the age of two Kaos." He said to Bourbon in a deep tone.
"Yes, he is about the same age as my dead uncle." Tsushima Shuji nodded in agreement.
Bourbon: He hesitated to speak.
Stop wanting again.
Nothing to say.
He retreated to the sofa and lay down with a look of despair on his face.
Decided not to pay attention to this brat Kao today.
And in the live broadcast room.
Four people were fighting each other, and three of them had already fallen.
The last person was about to collapse.
But he showed a wild smile belonging to the winner.
"White Crow, I win, let me out." When he saw the man wearing a white Crow mask, he spoke calmly.
"Of course..." Bai Ya applauded in a leisurely tone.
The next moment, the so-called sole survivor pulled out a knife and charged at him.
The three people who seemed to be dead also jumped up from the ground and ran towards the white crow.
All four were armed with daggers.
"As expected, they are four witty and brave... idiots." They heard White Crow chuckle.
The attitude is contemptuous and sarcastic.
The next moment, the dagger in their hand exploded, breaking off their knife-holding hand.
What looked like light white feathers streaked across and slit their throats.
The white feathers fell into the pool of blood, still white.
"I was forced to defend myself." Bai Ya sighed leisurely.
"Then, this trial is over. Everyone... see you next time." He took off his hat, bowed, and disappeared.
Only the falling white crow feathers remained.
"In the King's Game, only the only survivor can survive, but..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the dark screen with dark eyes.
"A survivor is just a survivor, and the king is the only player." His eyes were filled with compassion, but he couldn't tell whether it was sadness, pity, or hopeless despair.
His expression and tone were extremely cold.
It seems that so-called compassion is also an illusion.
"Kaa, why do you seem so understanding..." Scotland smiled.
Rather than understanding, it would be better to say...
It was as if Kaa had participated.
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