The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 36 Hidden by the Night

The sky was darkening at night, and thin rain fell over the city, casting a layer of water over the concrete city.

In the corridor of a certain high-rise building, a man in black was pacing back and forth impatiently, urging: "Why don't you go over there?"

Zhi Jing slowly looked at his newly nursed hands, looked at the crystal-clear fingertips, and said in a gentle and gentle voice: "No rush."

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked with a little doubt: "Just killing an undercover agent, what are we waiting for?"

"Waiting for rye."

Zhi Jing looked at the rainy night sky with a half-smile, and said slowly: "If he takes action this time, his status will surpass that of you and me."

The man thought for a moment and then gave a knowing smile: "But if he doesn't take action, we will be the ones who take the last hit, right?"

Zhi Jing glanced at him, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

She stopped talking, and the man walked around for a few times. It seemed that he didn't like the too quiet atmosphere. He couldn't help but speak and raised a new topic: "You said, their points are so close to each other." It’s so close, and there has been no movement for so long, what are you talking about?”

Zhi Jing replied softly: "Maybe it's to give my last words...but it does take a long time. Let's go up and urge you."

The man finally showed a satisfied look and walked towards the rooftop of the tall building.

He has always dreamed of replacing him with someone, whether it was Scotland, who was definitely an undercover agent, or Rye, who was a little abnormal now, it could be anyone.

Zhi Jing was behind him, looking at him eagerly climbing up, with a hint of mockery in his eyebrows.

If this man hadn't been high-minded, stupid and impatient, and wanted to climb up, she wouldn't have chosen him to follow her on this mission.

The two walked down the aisle one after another. When they approached the top floor, there were already many cleaning items placed in the corridor. The weaving mirror was deliberately left behind. When the man passed by a pile of mops, he stretched out his leg to pick up a mop, and the mop fell down. , the pole was stuck between the man's legs, causing the man to stagger. Even though he quickly held on to the railing on the side, he still made a lot of noise.

Perhaps this burst of sound alerted the two people who were confronting each other on the rooftop. Before Zhi Jing could pretend to scold him, he heard a clear gunshot echoing in the night sky and in the corridor.

Zhi Jing frowned, quickly walked around the man, opened the black umbrella in his hand, and walked up the last step of the rooftop.

The lights on the rooftop are extremely dim, but with the help of the lights from nearby buildings, we can clearly see the outlines of two figures on the rooftop. One of them is caught in the rain and is clearly Rye. The fine raindrops wrap around his side, forming a human shape. The other man had fallen to the ground, motionless.

All volts.

There was another burst of slightly hasty footsteps behind her, and a person passed by her, but stopped suddenly when she saw the scene in front of her.

However, he shouldn't be here.

Seeing Amuro who was supposed to stay in the villa, Ori Kyōng closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned forward with the black umbrella in his hand, covering the short golden hair that was eclipsed in the night rain. He stared at Amuro with bright eyes. The back view is full of exploration and disappointment.

"Please give way."

She walked forward slowly and put the umbrella in Amuro's hand. When she handed over her hands, she felt for the first time that Amuro's hands were colder than her own, which had been cold all year round. He couldn't react for a moment, and Zhi Jing emphasized again:
"Please give way, Mr. Amuro."

The rain became more and more intense. After Akai looked carefully for a while, he recognized the two people appearing in the rain. His expression became calmer and he asked: "What are you doing here?"

Zhi Jing left the umbrella cover and walked into the rain curtain: "Collect the corpse."

The man also walked out of the stairwell and looked at Akai with a bad tone: "You have been dragging up there for so long. We have reason to suspect that you and this undercover said something? Maybe you were discussing how to fake your death in a secret way?" …

Oriuki let Akai and the man behind him explain back and forth, walked to Zhufu who fell to the ground in the rain and fog, looked down at the huge blood hole on his chest, flicked his wrist, and a needle ran down his sleeve. It fell into her hands, and under the cover of rain, fog, and darkness, she found the blood vessels in Zhufu's wrist and injected all the liquid in the needle.

When the last drop of liquid disappeared, Zhi Jing stuffed the needle in his hand behind Zhu Fu, then turned back to interrupt the man's deliberate attempt to make things difficult:

"He was shot in the heart, and his pupils began to dilate. He was very dead. Do you want to come over and take a look?"

The man paused and stepped forward. Zhi Jing also took out a flashlight and pointed it at Zhu Fu's pupils.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The man looked at the dilated pupils again and again, then glanced at Akai reluctantly, nodded reluctantly, and picked up the camera to take a photo as a certificate:

"Well, dead."

It was so quiet until behind him, the sound of footsteps treading water could be heard. Zhi Jing slowly raised his eyes and watched Amuro holding an umbrella and moving forward step by step. His expression was hidden in the night, as if he wanted to reach out and touch everything. Her body was bent down, but her hand reached halfway and fell on Zhi Jing's shoulder, patting off the water droplets that had formed on her wool coat.

Zhi Jing raised his head, his eyes searching, with some interrogation: "You don't have anything to say?"

Amuro shook his head, just put the umbrella on the head of Zori Mirror and Zhufu, and said like every other time: "It's raining, I thought you didn't bring an umbrella."

Zhi Jing was stunned, and the indifferent and rational psychological construction he had just prepared for himself was shaken instantly.

He didn't say anything bad, but he said something to make her happy.

Her eyes in the rain trembled slightly, and the raindrops on her eyelashes slid down her cheeks, slowly falling from the end of her eyes to her chin before she turned her face.

This time she chose to believe it.

But this is the last time.

Zhi Jing stood up quickly and said in a leisurely voice: "If you have nothing to say, please leave. Leave this place to us. I still have time to search him before the police arrive."

Akai looked at her and then at the obviously impetuous man: "Don't need help?"

"Need not."

Ori Kagami shook his head, took the umbrella, watched Akai and Amuro gradually leave the rooftop with undisguised suspicion, and stepped forward to lock the door to the rooftop.

Almost at the same time as the lock was locked, the man checking Zhufu's body behind him suddenly handed over: "Brandy, this is fake blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a hard hit on the back of his head and fell to the ground unconscious.

Zhi Jing put away the black umbrella used as a weapon and looked at the man with cold eyes.

It was true that she specifically chose a rainy night that disturbed her vision, and an unsuspecting scapegoat.

She put her hand on Zhu Fu's abdomen, prompting him to spit out something. Zhu Fu, who was motionless at first, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little blurry for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Zhi Jing stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Let me ask you again, Bourbon, is he one of your people?"

(End of this chapter)