Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 467 They're all dead! Not a single villager is left.

This place was where dugongs were slaughtered, and blood was mixed together. The villagers at the entrance did not notice the horrific state of the corpses inside, and did not even think that they were dead.

When there are many people, the momentum immediately rises.

"Quick, kill her!"

Someone shouted, instantly igniting the villagers' passion, and they filed in, knives in hand.

the other side.

The two detectives have found a good way to escape.

The mucus produced by a dugong after it dies has a very strong lubricating effect, and the rope is too thick, so its binding effect is not as strong as one might imagine.

This gave the two an opportunity.

The two men struggled to move onto the dugong's corpse and began to rub it vigorously.

"Hurry, there's a huge commotion outside. That person has probably attracted all the villagers' attention, but I don't think he can hold out for long. We have to hurry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hattori felt the hemp rope binding his chest loosen and fall down.

Conan was very helpful; in less than two minutes, he successfully broke free by taking advantage of his small size and skeletal structure.

"Go out and see."

The door opened a crack, and the two peeked out to make sure no one was at the door before coming out.

On the ground, the guard was dead beyond dead; his body was completely stiff, and the red and white substance had even begun to attract flies, making him look particularly disgusting.

Both of them were professionally trained and would not vomit no matter how disgusting it was.

However, seeing this scene still caused varying degrees of acid reflux.

The two quickly stepped over the corpse and fixed their gaze on the small house across the street.

The sound of banging, crashing, and clattering came from the small house over there, indicating an extremely fierce battle. Conan could even picture the dark figure being chopped into fish balls and minced meat by the villagers.

The two exchanged a glance, their sense of justice overwhelming all reason, and they had only one thought in their minds: they had to rescue the person!

Even if this person killed the villager who was guarding the village, no matter what, murder should be handled by the police and should never be subject to vigilante justice.

The same applies to the villagers.

Hunting protected animals and killing tourists who discover their crimes should be handled by the police and courts.

Their detectives are like cheat codes, helping the police expedite convictions and imprisonments.

"Stop! Doing this will only increase your crimes!"

Hattori Heiji strode into the doorway, and if you didn't see the two blood-stained machetes he was carrying, he would have looked particularly righteous and awe-inspiring.

Conan stood behind Hattori, with two large clods of earth on the ground, ready to deal with any sudden attack.

However, when Hattori saw the situation inside, he gasped in shock.

He hurriedly retreated, pushing Conan behind him aside as well.

"Hattori, what are you doing!"

"Holy crap, is this even human?"

"what are you saying?"

Conan's face was full of confusion. This wasn't like Hattori at all. When he first picked up the two large machetes, he was full of confidence and arrogance.

"They're all dead! Not a single villager is left."

Conan was stunned for a second before quickly regaining his senses.

This is absolutely impossible.

Practice is the only way to test the truth, and then he poked half his head out to look into the room.

"Pfft!"

The last villager was pierced through the chest by a golden cone, which was then pulled out.

Hot blood splattered all over the Thorn Princess, and the moment she looked up, an overwhelming aura surged towards Conan. The five-year-old Detective Conan, who was actually seventeen, felt as if he'd been shoved and landed hard on his backside.

The scene, like a blood-soaked hell, sent chills down his spine; those bloodthirsty red eyes seemed to belong to a demon from hell.

Within a second of eye contact, he felt his hair stand on end, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he could barely support his body.

I didn't even feel the pain in my buttocks; it was as if my whole body was numb.

This is truly captivating!
"Da da da"

The footsteps were light but sounded extremely jarring, at least that's how Conan and Conan perceived them.

"She's getting closer." Conan's lips moved slightly, and he uttered in a trembling voice, "Hattori, pull...pull me up."

Hattori mustered his courage and pulled Conan into his arms, only to see a pair of long legs appear before him.

Wearing tight black stiletto heels, they were undoubtedly following in her footsteps the whole way.

Looking up from the over-the-knee high heels, one sees fair, almost reflective thighs, and a red lining to a black robe embroidered with gorgeous and alluring thorn flowers.

Looking further up, you can't see her face; her impressive chest blocks your view.

Although he couldn't see the face, Hattori didn't dare to speak because of the murderous aura emanating from him and the scattered bloodstains.

The three of them were like wooden figures; if you didn't move, I wouldn't move either.

This went on for an unknown amount of time until Conan finally couldn't take it anymore: "You murderous maniac! These are precious lives!"

"Ok?"

A soft hum brought immense pressure to the two of them. After a moment, Princess Thorn took a step back and met their eyes.

"What about the people they killed? And what about the dugongs that became prey for no reason? What did they do wrong?"

"Their crimes are their problem, and the law will punish them. By doing this, aren't you just becoming like them?"

As soon as the topic of ideals came up, Conan immediately woke up, his trembling legs returned to normal, and he stood up after a couple of scrambles. It was as if the words "Evil Buster" were rising up behind him!

The gist is: the dragon-slaying hero is actually a dragon himself...

"Where is the law? I see no justice either. All I hear is their arrogant laughter. This kind of thing has been going on for who knows how many years. Have you ever thought about how many people have died at their hands?"
And how many more will there be in the future?

Princess Thorn turned to leave, but before she could exit the workshop, she turned back again, coldly saying, "Mermaid Island is a den of thieves. You can arrest a few, but you can't arrest them all. As long as there is profit, people will flock to it."

If we don't deliver the heaviest blow, more people and dugongs will be persecuted in the future. Can you keep an eye on them for the rest of your life?
Don't think of the world as too beautiful; things aren't always black and white.

These words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, creating a tidal wave of emotions in the hearts of the two righteous detectives.

Conan was indignant, but his face turned red with anger, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Only after the Thorn Princess's figure completely disappeared did the two of them, as if they had just learned to swim, emerge from the turmoil in their hearts and be able to breathe.

"From the patterns and designs on the inside of her robe, I can roughly guess who she is."

"It's Princess Thorn!" Hattori Heiji looked like he'd seen a ghost; he'd never seen such a bloody scene in his life.

Princess Thorn truly lived up to her name; she could kill a man in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles.

"Although her name has always been on the international wanted list, every time my dad mentions her, he is full of admiration. He never expected that she was actually a woman."

Conan then remembered that these were the footprints he had found on Shikishima!
It's the same person, the Thorn Princess.

However, the title "Princess of Thorns" doesn't belong to a woman, so could it be a man?

If he were a man, shouldn't he be called the Prince of Thorns?

Conan was dismissive of Hattori's surprise, as Hattori always seemed to grasp inexplicable points, leading to deviations in his reasoning.

"Although she is an assassin, her targets are all unforgivable villains."

It seems that, unbeknownst to them, these villagers have probably killed quite a few more people.

Conan shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions, unsure of what perspective he should express at this moment.

He believed his own views were correct, but what Princess Thorn had just said was not entirely without merit.

(End of this chapter)