Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 902 Belmode's Redemption

Not far from the sofa where Belmode was, there was a "hill" piled with all kinds of sundries, that is, a pile of sundries.

On one level of the debris pile, a jigsaw was inserted diagonally into a metal basin, revealing a dusty plastic handle and a short red-tinted saw blade.

When Belmode saw this old-fashioned jigsaw, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the way of salvation was in it.

As long as I can get this saw and cut off the chains on my feet, I have a chance to escape.

She supported her upper body with one hand, and stretched the other hand to the limit to grab the jigsaw, but her stomach was empty, and she suddenly lost her strength.

I don't know how long he has been hungry, coupled with his injury and weakness, Belmode now feels a deep sense of powerlessness even when he is lying down, let alone doing any movements.

Even if she got the jigsaw like this, she still didn't have the strength to cut through the chain.

So the most urgent task is actually to replenish a little physical strength, even if it is only enough to escape and make an early warning call.

"Squeak-"

A mouse cry alerted Belmod.

She turned her head to look at her knees. The greedy little four-legged beast was still sucking the blood and flesh from the wound. It seemed that she had obtained the tacit consent of the master to eat and drink so recklessly.

Belmod bowed his body, burst out all his strength in an instant, and grabbed the little mouse that was eating and drinking with his right hand.

The caught mouse was startled, struggling desperately between Belmode's fingers, its head and tail writhing uncomfortably from side to side.

But it was already too late by then, human beings' thoughts are so changeable, they were still entertaining it one second, and caught it the next second, harboring ill intentions towards it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Belmode opened his mouth and bit the mouse's head, his movements were crisp.

There was a "crack" sound between the teeth, and the mouse walked unsettled, but happily.

Belmod used the sharpness and bite force of his teeth again to tear off the fur on the mouse's neck and completely bite off the mouse's head.

"Pooh."

Belmode spit out the foul-smelling "gray ball" in his mouth, put the cross-section of the mouse's neck between his lips, and sucked it.

Warm blood slowly flowed down the throat, similar to an oral liquid.

Although this "oral liquid" is extremely fishy, ​​it contains the energy that Belmode needs most right now, and it cannot be rejected.

Soon, the little mouse's body was deflated, and its bulging belly was even thinner than before the meal.

Belmode threw the mouse's body on the ground, wiped the blood from his lips, and started to work.

She crawled as hard as she could on the sofa, and tried to get closer to the pile of debris.

With a clatter, the stretched chain reminded her that she had reached the limit and could not get any closer.

At this time, the jigsaw was already close at hand, and Belmode propped up his body again, and the slender middle finger of his right hand barely caught the saw blade.

Regardless of the possibility of cutting his fingers with the saw blade, Belmode forcefully pulled the jigsaw out of the metal basin and dropped it to the ground.

Got it!

Picking up the jigsaw, Belmode was ecstatic, and the key to escape was firmly in his hands!
Holding the jigsaw, Belmode sat up with his upper body and started sawing towards the weakest part of the chain on his feet.

The sound of rattling metal rubbing sounded in the basement, repeating like a machine.

This voice is not pleasant, even ugly, but at this moment it carries all the hope of escaping, it is a pleasant sound of nature.

But after sawing for a while, Belmode discovered the problem.

The old saw blade does not seem to be sharp from the front. After sawing for a long time, the metal foam that falls out is just red rust.

As for the fine steel chain, there was only a small imprint on the surface, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a scratch.

If this goes on, even if the saw blade breaks, the chain cannot be sawed open.

Belmode held the jigsaw in his hand, his eyes moved slowly, and saw the bare ankle.

It's impossible to saw through chains, but if it's a foot...

A bloody and terrifying plan emerged in Belmode's mind, but he was guaranteed to escape from the underground air-raid shelter.

But if he sawed off his own leg and added more injuries, he would not be able to escape too far with his own strength and would lose too much blood.

But it's worth it just to make a phone call.

Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi, who had saved him, came to mind, and Belmode quickly approved the plan.

She took off the coat, tied one sleeve at the calf above the ankle, held the coat sleeve in her mouth, and put the rest of the coat under her feet.

This not only has a tourniquet, but also gives the mouth something to bite and prevents the tongue from being bitten.

Getting ready for the work, Belmode looked at the jigsaw in his hand, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he decisively saw towards the ankle.

I didn't feel much when I touched it at first, but as the saw blade moved back and forth, a piercing pain instantly invaded the brain.

Meiyan's face was distorted in pain, her teeth clenched her sleeves subconsciously, and veins popped out of her slender neck.

Blood flowed slowly along the left and right sides of the saw blade, and more and more.

At the beginning, Belmode was still struggling to look at his ankle, but the severe pain stimulated his brain and he couldn't concentrate on it. He could only subconsciously push towards the sawed gap.

Before and after, before and after...

First the skin, then the meat, and then the bones.

Belmode's brain hurt several times and he almost fainted, but he stopped from the precipice several times, and the saw resumed force.

Halfway through sawing, most of the nerves have been sawed off, and the most painful process has been resisted.

Next, Belmode was already insensitive to pain, and his brain was rigidly pushing the jigsaw in his hand like a zombie.

It wasn't until the left foot was completely separated from the calf, and the blood flowing from the cross section soaked the undercoat, that Belmode weakly let go of the saw in his hand.

His pale face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and two drops of clear tears flowed unrestrainedly from the corners of his eyes.

Belmode wasn't feeling pity or remorse for his current situation, but simply shed tears from the pain.

Even the moment she realized that the only way to escape was by sawing her legs, she didn't shed tears or waver.

She never thought of herself as a nice person.

She is the devil's minion of the fallen angel, and a devil should end up like this, everything is just her own doing.

It's just that she, a demon, can still be lucky enough to be visited by an angel, which is already a great blessing in life.

Now even if she tried her best, she still wanted to keep the people she cared about alive.

This can also be regarded as evil to oneself, completing a trivial redemption.

Belmode didn't dare to delay, let alone treat the wound or take away the limbs, so he climbed off the sofa and crawled towards the door.

She knew that she was bound to die, even if there was a vehicle with full gas outside, she would lose too much blood and die.

The only hope is to crawl out and find a phone, call Conan and tell them to be careful, the organization's killer is on the way.

Although they are also killers, the killers they face this time will definitely not show mercy, and they must be made to understand the seriousness of the problem.

Belmode dragged his broken body to the big iron gate, propped up his body as much as possible, and grabbed the door handle with both hands.

As soon as he pushed hard towards the inside, the door actually swayed.

opened!
Accompanied by a heavy creaking sound, the big iron door opened, revealing a dark underground corridor in front of the door.

Belmode continued to climb towards the only passage ahead, and soon an upward staircase and forward corridor appeared in front of him.

Belmode climbed up the stairs without hesitation.

Holding the concrete steps with two arms, and with the still intact right leg, the three points together can climb up a step.

She climbed very hard, but very firm.

Until he climbed to the top of the stairs, there was already a continuous bloodstain behind him.

Belmode felt that the strength in his body was almost exhausted, and the sense of powerlessness from blood loss was constantly attacking his brain, and he might pass out at any time.

But she still firmly believed, biting her pale lips, and continued to crawl forward.

After a narrow period of darkness, when the concrete floor switched to floor tiles, Belmode found himself crawling into a kitchen.

Seeing all the modern furnishings and appliances in the kitchen, Belmode was overjoyed.

Judging from these things, this place has not been abandoned, and the probability of having a phone is very high!
With a goal, she climbed forward more determinedly, passed through the dining room, and came to a huge living room.

It was probably dusk outside, and the light coming in from the window was very limited, and the living room was not turned on, making the environment a little dark.

Judging from the layout of the living room, this is not the Twilight Villa in memory.

But this is not important anymore, because Belmode saw the landline phone placed on the mahogany coffee table in the living room.

She couldn't keep her eyes open, but her body still struggled to crawl towards the phone.

Where the severed limb had slipped, fresh blood had begun to break.

Belmode lay on the side of the coffee table, hugged the phone into his arms, and pressed a string of numbers with trembling fingers.

beep--

beep--

……

Maori Detective Agency, third floor.

Conan is watching TV on the cushion. Although the TV program is a bit boring, it can also help him change his mind.

This day is almost thinking about what happened last night, and my brain is about to get big.

At this time, the sound of the door lock opening, aroused Conan's vigilance.

But the door opened, only Mao Lilan came back with a schoolbag and a bag of fresh vegetables.

"Sorry~ Conan, Sonoko and I just went to the hospital to visit Teacher Judy, so we came back late..."

"I'll make dinner right now, just wait a little longer~"

Mao Lilan comforted Conan with the usual tone of coaxing children. After experiencing the terrible incident last night, it seemed that the haze of yesterday was swept away in one day.

But based on his understanding of Mao Lilan since he was a child, Mao Lilan is not the kind of nervous girl who is easy to fool.

Many times she didn't show it, she just didn't want to cause trouble to others, but she was actually bearing it silently.

I hope Judy's explanation can make Xiaolan feel at ease...

But even if Mao Lilan was relieved, Conan himself knew that the matter was far from over.

Belmode, who organized the organization now, has known the true identity of Haibara. Even if this operation is not successful, as long as Haibara Ai is still in Mihua Town, or even Japan, there is still a chance to attack.

The next safest way is to let Hui Yuanai hide his identity, leave Mihua Town, and live in another place.

On this point, Yukiko expressed her willingness to help during the day. Anyway, she and Yusaku are not afraid of staying alone in the big mansion in Los Angeles, and the privacy and security of Beverly Hills are not bad.

If it really doesn't work, let her go to the United States with her mother...

What Conan didn't know was that the FBI also proposed a witness protection plan to Haibara Ai, and also went to live in the United States.

It's just that Huiyuan is still in the consideration stage and has not given an answer.

In fact, if it weren't for the special circumstances, Conan would not want to let Haibara Ai go. After all, he always felt that Huibara still knew some important clues about the organization, and with her, he would be able to grasp more information about the organization.

It's just that this time it's too dangerous, and Conan also has lingering fears.

If Judy hadn't beaten Belmode back at the last moment, everything would have ended.

Conan, who was turned over by the anesthesia needle, did not see the development of the following situation, which was conveyed by the man named James.

Until now, Conan didn't know that the James Blake he met in the circus was actually the FBI.

Should Huiyuan be sent away?
Just when Conan was watching TV but thinking about other things in his mind, the phone on the low table rang suddenly.

bell bell -

Mao Lilan, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted: "Conan, please answer the phone, I can't get away here..."

Conan: "Okay—"

Kogoro Mori hasn't come back yet, he was studying last night's child kidnapping case at the Metropolitan Police Department, this time it involved his own boarding boy, so Kogoro Mori was a little serious.

It's just that the fbi gave wrong information, and it will only get wrong results in the end.

Conan reached out to pick up the phone, and responded casually: "This is Maori Detective Agency, what can I do?"

"I, I am... Belmode..."

Bei, Belmode!
Conan's complexion changed, and his eyes widened immediately, with an expression of disbelief and horror.

He never thought that Belmode would call himself so soon!

"What do you want to say?"

Conan guessed that Belmod called at this time because he wanted to say some threats and threats, but he still asked calmly.

He was ready to fight, but the other side didn't answer right away.

"call……"

"call……"

There was a heavy panting sound from the microphone, which made Conan feel that something was wrong.

"Hello? What's wrong with you?" Conan asked again.

"Cool guy...I give up...chasing Shirley..."

Conan's face was shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears, so he quickly asked, "What are you talking about?"

However, Belmode on the other side of the phone already had the extra strength to repeat what he said, and he didn't even have the brain power to think about what Conan said, so he could only continue to speak according to the words in his mind.

"But... be careful... the organization's killer... Michael... the blond foreigner..."

"He went to find..."

"I'm looking for you..."

After speaking, there was a sudden "bang" from the microphone, as if the microphone fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

Conan, who hadn't slowed down, yelled into the microphone, but there was only endless silence on the other side.

……

At the same time, the microphone that was still calling "Hey, hey" was hanging on the ground, and Belmode, who was lying on the floor, opened his lips slightly, but he no longer had the strength to say more words, and his eyelids gradually closed.

And behind her, a dark figure was approaching quickly.

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(End of this chapter)