Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

"Nani!?"

After being reminded by Uozuka Saburo, Conan noticed that the other party had several blades stained with a little blood in his hands. Cold sweat ran down his back and he wanted to rush back without thinking.

Sindra instinctively wanted to grab the man by the collar to explain, but then she saw Conan wearing the same gas mask as Uozuka Saburo, and she couldn't help but think: This guy is Vodka's dwarf accomplice! We can't let him call more people!!!

This conjecture was not rigorous. In fact, if she could calm down and think about it, she would understand that judging from the attitude shown by Uozuka Saburo just now, he definitely did not bring more people from "this side" - because that would increase the chance of him being exposed, and cause the character she had worked so hard to build to collapse.

But does she have the time?

In such a life-or-death situation, how could she possibly have the energy to pay more attention to these things? She could only act on instinct!

So in just a moment, Sindra made her own decision:

With a slight flick of her wrist, three blades flew out from her fingertips quickly, silently flying towards the running Conan along different trajectories, pointing directly at his fragile neck!

But at the same time, a mini baseball bat that was only the length of a forearm but made of very solid material whizzed past Sindra's ear, and with powerful momentum, it smashed three blades in the air and hit Conan's back of the head solidly!

"Ow!!!"

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, nearly fainting from the pain. Edogawa Conan's head, which had been a little dizzy from the stimulation of capsaicin, instantly became much clearer, and he had only one question in his mind:

This feeling...why does it feel so strangely familiar?

"Haha~ You miscalculated!"

"Humph!"

Feeling the sound of flesh colliding behind him and looking at the figure behind the carriage who had not yet appeared with protection, the stubborn boy could not help but stop and turn to look at where the two people were.

Without the small baseball bat hidden in his sleeve, even Uozuka Saburo was at a disadvantage when facing Sindra, who had hundreds of blades all over her body. In just a few breaths, the black shirt he wore under his windbreaker had been cut by more than a dozen wounds!

Blood flowed out from him, and in just a moment he was turned into a bloody man, and his movements were no longer as relaxed as before.

"I really didn't expect a murderer like you to actually care about others?" Sindra said with a maniacal smile on her face, "What is that guy to you? A bastard? Or an important tool for the organization?"

"none of your business!"

Glancing at the slightly blackened wound and feeling the increasingly strong numbness, Uozuka Saburo said to himself, "Oh no!", but he still dealt with Sindra calmly.

This guy was a master of poison, something he and his eldest brother had known for a long time. He'd been a bit surprised by the fact that the blade he'd used to pin him down wasn't coated in poison. Now it seemed he'd done it on purpose, not wanting to use anything too conspicuous. Once his identity was exposed, he'd completely let loose...

But it doesn't matter. With his current physical condition, these toxins that are enough to make an adult male faint on the spot will only make his hands and feet feel slightly numb.

Maori Kogoro and the others should be here soon, right? After all, although they didn't know they were infected at first, after Conan's guidance, it wasn't that difficult to find a few masks that could protect against capsaicin from the best train in Japan.

Plus, he just asked Conan to go back and find them, so he probably has found them. If he can hold on for another three to five minutes at most, he can easily kill them...

"Hmph, stop trying to be so stubborn. You've already used up all your strength, haven't you? Just surrender and get out of the way, or I'll... um!?"

BIU————

I dodge!

Phew.

"!!!ah!"

"...???"

He raised his hand to touch his neck and felt something like a thin needle slowly disintegrating. An endless sense of anesthesia instantly spread across his brain like a surging tide.

Saburo Uozuka stared blankly at Conan, who was standing behind Sindra and looking at a small watch. He collapsed to the ground without saying a word.

"..."

"..."

“…Puff, puff, hahahahahahaha!!! Cough cough cough, cough cough!”

Facing Conan's extremely ugly expression under the mask, Sindra suppressed her laughter, coughed forcefully a few times, turned around, stared at Edogawa Conan with wide eyes and said, "Oh my god~ Look who's back?"

"..."

"You really did me a big favor, kid."

bass.

Looking at the blades mixed with poison and blood spread out in a row before his eyes, Edogawa Conan doubted his own abilities for the first time in his life and began to tremble uncontrollably.

He was upset, he blamed himself, he was afraid.

Why didn't he aim at the vest which was a bigger target, instead of shooting the anesthetic needle into her neck?

The situation clearly didn't seem that bad. He could just sit back and wait for the train conductor to bring reinforcements. It was clear that if he just did nothing, the situation would be resolved. Why did he have to do such unnecessary things?!

What on earth has he been doing all his life...

"Hehehe~ Now, you feel scared?"

Feeling Edogawa Conan's remorse, Clara Doolittle, a special undercover agent of the French Directorate-General for External Security, couldn't help but feel a sense of evil interest in her heart. She slowly walked up to Conan, squatted down, and shook the blades of different colors between her fingers.

"See? I've coated these blades with different toxins, ranging from paralyzing to lethal."

Looking at Conan through her gas mask, Clara Dolittle feigned a bloodthirsty smile, and spoke softly and excitedly, like a true murderer: "So, as a reward for helping me solve a big problem, I want you to choose your own death—a quiet, peaceful death, or have your tongue cut out, your body festering, and then die in agony ten days or half a month later?"

"..."

"It's your turn to choose now, huh?"

Chapter 167 Deng Dualang?

"I, I surrender."

"Ok?"

Feeling the imminent threat of death, Edogawa Conan took a deep breath, took off the gas mask covering his face, and threw it into the carriage behind him.

The ground had just been cleaned by Uozuka Saburo, and the mask happened to be with the lenses facing downwards, so it slid rapidly towards the other end of the carriage and soon disappeared in the thick red fog.

"...If I had made a choice..."

Clara looked at the overly young child in front of her with a hint of surprise and alertness, and listened silently to his sudden words: "Hand over all your weapons... Then, I will give myself as a hostage to you, you..."

Raising his head, Conan squeezed out two tears with all his might, looking at her pitifully and saying, "Can you spare my life, big sister? I...I will be a good boy in the future and will never do bad things again!!"

“…Hehe~”

The blade in her hand was put away instantly as if by magic. Clara reached forward and gently stroked Conan's tender little face, and her expression gradually relaxed.

Then, he said softly: "Although I really want to agree to you, but... I'm sorry~"

"...Is there no room for maneuver at all?"

"Um, no?"

The blade revealed its sharp edge and slowly pierced Conan's carotid artery: "Since you entered 'here', you have been stained with the filth of sin. If you don't purify them through death, you will always hurt others."

"..."

What Clara meant was that she couldn't allow a member of the Black Organization like this, who was so young and yet was treated as a companion by Uozuka Saburo and whom he even used his trump card to protect, to continue to survive. She had the mentality of "this child must not be kept."

But to Conan Edogawa, who had no idea what was really going on, it was just a disguised declaration of a psychopathic murderer...

Originally, he was a little hesitant about Uozuka Saburo's roar, because this woman looked too ordinary and it was impossible to associate her with the identity of a murderer... But now, he can finally confirm it.

This woman is a psychopathic murderer!

Even if it costs my life, I must bring her to justice!!

After taking another deep breath, Edogawa Conan's body suddenly stopped shaking. He lowered his head, and a subtle curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, big sister."

"Hmm? Any last words, handsome boy?"

"Have you heard of... 'Doudualang'?"

"...Huh? What the hell is that!!!!!!"

Her shoulder-length hair was suddenly grabbed by a large hand and yanked violently. Her head and upper body fell backwards, falling into a strong arm that tightly clamped her slender neck.

"Todua-ro... is that what you mean?"

His eyes were almost sleepy, but he still tried his best to maintain his restraint. Uozuka Saburo forced a smile and said, "Go to the land across the strait when you have time. You will definitely gain a lot, little sister!"

"!!!"

Realizing that the other party really wanted to strangle her to death, Clara's desire to survive was instantly raised to the maximum!

She gritted her teeth, took out all the blades hidden in her sleeves, tilted her head slightly, aimed at Saburo Uozuka who was hiding behind her, and shot out instantly!

"!?snort!"

"what!!!"

Saburo Uozuka, who was wearing a gas mask, was not afraid at all. He just turned his face slightly and let dozens of blades brush past him. They didn't even cut through a few layers of the composite fiber surface, and only scratched his lenses a little.

Clara in his arms was not so lucky. Half of her face from cheek to a small part of her neck was scraped by the blade. Several messy bloodstains quickly appeared, and then a small part began to change color rapidly, making her face look very scary.

However, these changes were obviously different from the paralyzing potion targeting Uozuka Saburo, but rather had a enhancing effect: with her skin red and hot, this 1.65-meter-tall Japanese-French mixed-race woman actually pried open Uozuka Saburo's arms, allowing herself to slip out and punch him in the chin with her backhand!

"Puff! Keha!!"

The pain did not help Uozuka Saburo regain consciousness. The effect of Conan's anesthetic injection was too strong. Combined with the paralyzing poison Clara had used on him before, even though his consciousness could barely stay awake, his body was always a little out of control. He could only passively protect his head as a sandbag and was beaten violently by Clara.

But...now, he just needs to make a sandbag.

"Let him go!!!"

"Um!?"

She subconsciously turned around to block, but still couldn't change her fate of being kicked away. Clara, who had just been able to suppress the 1.8-meter-tall strong man Uozuka Saburo, was defeated in just one round. She staggered and fell to the other side, and barely managed to keep her balance by grabbing the handrail.

Looking back angrily, he saw a figure wearing sportswear, with long ash-gray hair, ears and a ponytail of the same color, standing majestically in front of Uozuka Saburo, protecting him completely behind him.

On her face was the gas mask that Conan had just thrown away!

"Brother! Are you okay?!"

"Do I look okay? You're too late, idiot!"

He yanked off the gas mask that was obstructing his breathing and forcefully spat out a pool of turbid liquid. Holding back the waves of discomfort and drowsiness, Uozuka Saburo leaned against the wall and commanded, "Oguri, that woman is dangerous. You can't handle her... Hold her back. Don't let her get away. Can you do that?"

"Yes! We can do it!"

"Also, help me close the door of the toilet stall next to you. You absolutely, absolutely are not allowed to look inside. Do you understand!?"

"Yes! I... Ugh!"

"..."

Damn! I forgot this kid not only has good eyesight, but also a good nose... Even without looking over there, he can smell what's going on.

I thought the capsaicin in that car would slightly impair her ability to do this, but now it's really bad.

"Ha ha......"

His physical condition was also not good, but he was much better than Uozuka Saburo and Oguruma. Clara looked at him mockingly as he tried to climb but couldn't, and said mockingly, "I finally got a companion, but it turned out to be a young kid who has never even seen blood... Today really is my lucky day~"

"Slow down, you..."

"Sorry, I'm not a stinky man like you guys who likes to get entangled. Goodbye~"

Stepping back and opening the carriage door, Clara glanced at the three people who had lost their ability to fight, blew them a weak kiss, and disappeared from their sight without looking back.

Chapter 168 Now Cleared

Shit! He actually ran away like that!!

His body was so paralyzed that he couldn't even pound his fists on the ground. Uozuka Saburo only felt extremely depressed... and panicked.

Reality is not a work of art. When facing despair, not everyone will think of fighting to the death. There are not so many righteous people who will eventually deus ex machina and make a comeback. There are only struggling people who keep trying to fight for a chance of survival.

What's more, he, Saburo Uozuka, is not a righteous protagonist, but more like a villain who was defeated... It is normal for him to encounter such a bad situation now.

Think about it... the train hasn't arrived yet, and the entire train is just as she said, a closed space with no windows to open. He still has a chance to catch her!

But my body...I really can't move now, there's nothing I can do...