Conan's grammatical investigator

The gray mouse flapped its four paws and climbed onto the sofa, lying right in front of Belmod's face.

At first, it didn't make any movements, it just stood there tentatively, staring at the human beings close at hand.

Compared with ordinary mice, this mouse is not very afraid of people, especially humans who are already asleep.

It just looked at the human in front of it, its dingy eyeballs staring intently.

At some point, it finally made up its mind to do something.

It stuck its body into the gap between the shroud and Belmode's face. The gap was small at first, but it was quickly opened by the mouse's not-so-slim body.

But suddenly, the skinny mouse seemed to be stimulated by some bad smell, its body froze, it lost its balance and slid to the ground.

The weight of the mouse's body completely stretched the shroud.

After a while, the comatose mouse woke up from the ground and made a "squeak" sound.

It climbed onto the sofa again, but this time it didn't continue to try to bite Belmode's nose or lips.

Jumping over a few sofa grids, it came to Belmode's knee, where the smell of blood was even more alluring.

In order to taste the unique delicacy tonight, the mouse began to bite the gauze, using both front paws vigorously, standing upright, as flexible as a human being.

After a long time, it finally opened a gap in the gauze, and underneath was the skin coated with purple lotion, and there was a hole in the middle of the skin that was still slightly oozing blood.

Smelling a stronger smell of blood, the mouse directly burrowed its head into the blood-red minced meat and licked it to its heart's content.

Sometimes when the licking is full of fun, it will make a "squeak" sound.

After a while, Belmode slowly opened his eyes.

At first, she only saw a dim mass in her eyes, and the only place with some light was the dim light bulb above her head.

It wasn't until the fog in her eyes gradually faded that she finally saw the environment she was in.

This is a simple space made of cement, with four or five pieces of furniture inside. There is a pile of debris next to the sofa where I am, and I can see flying chess boards, old-fashioned radios, and the like.

At first glance, Belmode judged that this place was very old, at least older than his own age.

here is……

Belmode was wondering, when he suddenly heard a "squeak".

Following the sound, he looked down and saw a mouse lying on his lap, with his head stuck in the gauze, feeding on his own flesh and blood.

Ah!
Belmode was about to scream subconsciously, but his dry and smoldering throat didn't allow it at all. He could only make a surprised expression with his mouth wide open, and his throat was steaming.

However, the little mouse didn't seem to notice that the host who entertained it had woken up, and was still focusing on eating the delicious food in front of it.

Belmode quickly calmed down, and did not drive the mouse away immediately.

Although the mouse was gnawing at her own flesh and blood, the flesh on her knees had already lost much feeling, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up at this time.

The part that was bitten by the mouse was just a bit itchy to Belmod. It seemed that someone was gently flicking the burnt skin tissue, implicating the nerves that had not been completely necrotic.

After calming down, Belmode struggled to prop up his upper body on the sofa with one hand to check the condition of his lower body.

The left leg that was bitten by the mouse was pressed under the right leg, the jeans were cut a lot, and the wound seemed to have been treated briefly.

However, the mouse still peeled off the bandage, and there was no one around to manage this unexpected situation.

After watching for a while, Belmode's arms used to support his body lost strength, and he lay weakly in his original position.

Lying quietly on the sofa, Belmode checked his clothes again, it was a set of men's clothes with stains.

This is... the clothes she wore when she was disguised.

At this time, she suddenly thought of what happened before she fell into a coma.

After he was rescued from the pier by the confidant "Michael" of the organization boss, he received a text message from the boss.

But before going back, he wanted to block the news about "Angel" and "Cool guy" and chose to attack Michael.

hypnotic gas...

Did he wake up first?

Combined with the current environment he was in, Belmode quickly determined that he was captured by Michael instead, and in a cruel and inhumane way.

Hmph... Are you going to execute me?
Organizations treat different people with different execution methods.

For example, for the enemies of the organization or the small fish and shrimps in the organization, the mistakes made are not very serious, and the execution method is often more pleasant, and they are shot and knocked down.

But for those who committed some special crimes in the organization, the execution method would not be so straightforward.

Instant death is always the easiest way to escape.

Making people die slowly in pain is the way organizations torture people, and it's also a means of scaring others.

Using terror to dominate people's hearts, Belmode knew that this was the way the organization operated.

I just didn't expect that one day, this method would be used on myself.

Are you going to lock me here and wait for death slowly?
The simple treatment of the wound is just to keep me alive for a while.

Belmode looked around. Apart from the rusty iron door at the door, there were no other escape exits, and there were no surveillance cameras or the like.

Although no one was watching, the chains on his feet had completely locked all of Belmode's beliefs.

Thinking that he was going to die, Belmode gradually gave up in his heart, lying quietly on the sofa, letting the mouse continue to bite his knee.

ended……

I didn't expect that I would die in such a dirty and dark place, what a ridiculous way to die.

Thinking in his heart, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Belmode's mouth, and the scenes of the past in his mind appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern in life.

At the age of 18, he performed "The King in Yellow" for the first time, won an Oscar, became a killer and assassinated powerful people everywhere, worshiped under the black feather bandit with Fujimine Yukiko, took...

Belmode recalled that most of his life was spent wandering around gorgeous stages and bloody murder scenes, all for the grand ambitions of "that one".

As Sharon Wynyard, she once told Yukiko that no angel had ever smiled at her in her life. This is not empty talk.

At the same time, these words had another meaning: she had indeed met an angel, but upon closer inspection, it was not a real angel, but a fallen angel.

In Western mythology, Lucifer, a fallen angel expelled from heaven for betraying God.

This is the boss of the organization, the mysterious "that lord".

Belmode thought for a while, since he was doomed to die, he might as well choose to continue to sleep, embracing death in a dream without fear.

If it wasn't for this matter, death might be a luxury for him.

As for the content of the dream...

Belmode thought for a while, the most beautiful dream he ever had in his life was the encounter with "Angel" and "Cool guy".

Thinking back to that trip to New York in Belmode's mind, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Unlike Mao Lilan, that trip to New York is her fondest memory.

In theory, there is no need for any reason for one person to help another person...

Recalling the scene where Kudo Shinichi said this to himself sternly, Belmode slowly closed his eyes.

But suddenly, she opened her eyes again.

I can't just give up like this, otherwise what will Angel and Cool guy do!
They don't know yet that the danger is approaching!

Belmode thought of the scene on the pier. Since Michael had observed everything from Calvados' position, he could see that the target of his execution this time was Shirley.

And Angel and Cool guy are helping Shirley to survive, so they must be the targets that the organization will kill next.

How to do?
Thinking of this, Belmode panicked.

I must find a way to remind them that even if they join the fbi's witness protection program, they must stay away from danger!

It may even be too late now, as Michael is a close friend of the organization boss, it is very likely that he will do it himself.

Maybe it's on the way now!

Or lurking around Maori offices!

even already...

Once thinking of this possibility, because of fear, Belmode produced countless ideas in his brain, each of which was worse than the last.

Even when she knew that she was bound to die, she was not so afraid.

On the contrary, it was those two people who were in danger of their lives, which made her extremely frightened.

Belmode looked around the room again, this time with the idea of ​​escaping, he found some other things.

First of all, the corners of this place are a bit damp, coupled with the concrete walls and metal gates, it looks like an underground air-raid shelter built by rich people.

This can also be seen from the various old-fashioned daily necessities stocked in the room.

In other words, if he could escape, it should be a nice villa and mansion, and it should be built somewhere in the suburbs.

Is it Twilight Annex?

Bellmode immediately thought of this huge and luxurious annex, which used to be a real estate under the name of the organization and was auctioned off two years ago.

But recently I heard that the owner who bought the house died in the house, and the police blocked the news...

If it is the Twilight Annex, the owner of the Annex has not been dead for a long time, and the facilities inside should still be usable.

Like the phone!

Thinking of this, Belmode was a little excited.

As long as I can call Cool guy, I will be very satisfied.

But how to escape?

If this underground air-raid shelter had been designed according to the original design, there should not be a lock on the outside, only a lock on the inside of the door.

In other words, the door in front of you is just closed!

The only thing he had to find a way to break free from was the chains on his feet.

Belmode looked down at his left leg. The shackles made of fine steel were locked at the ankle, which looked unbreakable.

Unless it is a child-like foot, the sole of an adult's foot will definitely not be able to get out of the shackles.

At this moment, Belmode very much hopes to have a grain of APTX-4869 by his side, and also make his body smaller.

But the truth is no.

Belmode looked left and right until he saw a jigsaw slanted into the pile of debris.