Chapter 321 Afterwards

So, the person who drove the crane in the end was Curacao?

Conan stared blankly at the carbonized panda pendant in his hand.

This was the only remnant he picked up from the scene, and it might also be Curacao's last legacy.

That woman could have left with Gin and the others, but for some reason, she chose to stay.

And sacrificed her life for it.

Was it because of Ayumi and the others?

Conan didn't know.

Perhaps, it was because she didn't want to continue living in a dark corner.

"Conan-kun"

Ayumi poked her head out.

Conan was startled.

"Are you okay?"

Ayumi asked worriedly.

Conan turned his head and saw that the three little ones had already come in and leaned against the bed.

When the backup from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived, they found that there was still a helpless child like him near the Ferris wheel, and sent Conan to the hospital without saying anything.

What?

You said you were not injured?

I think your brain might be injured.

The doctor looked serious, and then the big-headed doll, who had no desire to live, was urgently sent to the psychiatric and brain departments for further examination.

After a strange treatment that the medical staff felt had been done to the best of their ability, the big-headed doll was sent to the ward to rest and wait for the results of the brain department's examination.

Conan was not injured at all. At most, he had some scratches caused by the fall of the air skateboard. He just needed to put on a few band-aids and disinfect with iodine.

But the hospital insisted that he stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time, and the Metropolitan Police Department directly promised to cover all medical expenses.

It may be because the Black Organization's actions this time were too shocking.

If the police had not evacuated the personnel in advance, it would have been another massacre.

Originally, the Neon police felt that although their handling was not perfect, fortunately, the relevant work was done well. After all, it was not the turn of the Metropolitan Police Department to bow and apologize this time.

However, when the helicopter pilot found that there was still a confused child on the ground.

The high-level officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, who had originally thought that they could atone for their sins, felt devastated.

Regardless of whether the child is injured or not, the place where he should be now should be the hospital.

It is best to stay in the hospital for ten days or half a month to get through this storm.

"I'm fine, why are you here, where is Dr. Agasa?"

Conan was a little surprised.

Didn't he ask Dr. Agasa to look after these children? Logically, they should have been sent home by Dr. Agasa by now.

Why did he come to the hospital now?

Unless

"Dr. Agasa, come in."

Thinking of a possibility, Conan sighed and looked at the door.

Sure enough, Dr. Agasa scratched his head embarrassedly with a smirk on his face.

"Conan, you know, they just care about you more"

Conan had a face full of laughter.

Care about me?

These three little brats should be concerned about the case, right?

"Conan, why are you acting alone again! Our Junior Detective Team is a whole!"

Yuan Tai clenched his fist.

"Yes, yes, you didn't tell us that you were injured, it's really too much!"

Mitsuhiko echoed.

Sure enough

Conan stared at Dr. Agasa with dead fish eyes, and Dr. Agasa lowered his head in shame.

The performance of the three little ones made this kind old man not know what to say for a while.

The honest fat old man thought about it.

"By the way, Mr. Maori will come later."

Dr. Agasa chose to change the subject.

"Uncle Maori?"

Conan was stunned for a moment.

If Uncle Maori came, what if he knew that he appeared at the scene of the terrorist attack

"Well, the police notified the guardian."

Conan turned bitter.

Dr. Agasa spread his hands and said that he was powerless.

It was he who was responsible for bringing these children out, and Conan's appearance at the Ferris wheel was Dr. Agasa's fault.

At least it was right on the surface.

Now Dr. Agasa can't protect himself, and can only see if Conan's big head is strong enough.

"Little devil!"

Speaking of the devil, the devil appeared, and Maori Kogoro's shouting has come over.

The only good news today is that Xiaolan did not come to the hospital with Uncle Maori, otherwise I really don’t know if I can survive today.

Conan’s face was painful.

“Yes, sorry, Sonoko”

Luke was on the phone.

“There is nothing we can do about it, Kazama-kun, come back when you have time, mom won’t mind.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Sonoko pretended to be relaxed on the surface, but in fact she wanted to cry without tears.

She never thought that today was not only the perfect date on the Ferris wheel, but also the family dinner in the evening.

What a misfortune!

Sonoko hung up the phone, her sadness was beyond words.

“Sonoko, are you okay?”

Xiaolan on the side was a little worried.

“It’s okay, no, it’s very good, it’s good that Kazama-kun is okay!”

“Are you right, Xiaolan?”

Xiaolan smiled, as if she acquiesced, but the smile looked a little forced.

After the incident, her father sent her and Sonoko out.

Then the police blocked the entire amusement park and did not allow any unrelated personnel to break in.

Because of her father's identity as a famous detective, the police invited him to serve as a temporary investigation consultant. She and Sonoko had no choice but to stay at home temporarily.

Originally, Sonoko asked if he wanted to send her home.

However, thinking about what Yuanzi mentioned, Mr. Kazama will come to Yuanzi's house for dinner tonight.

Xiaolan replied like a ghost, "Let's go to your house first. I don't think dad will come back tonight."

Yuanzi agreed as expected.

To her, a good best friend is as important as a boyfriend.

Not to mention Xiaolan staying at her house for one night, she was willing to live in her house all the time and be raised by the Suzuki Consortium for the rest of her life.

However, looking at Yuanzi who is now full of resentment.

Xiaolan suddenly felt a little empty in her heart.

Is it the guilt of betraying a friend? Or some kind of unspoken disappointment.

Xiaolan was speechless.

Sonoko is still chattering, talking about some things that are not there, such as how to be with Kazama-kun, what to do after getting married, and whether to have children.

No, we can't continue talking like this.

Xiaolan suddenly stood up.

"Yuanzi, I have to go to the toilet."

She tried her best to smile as kindly and gently as usual.

Although Xiaolan knows that her mechanical "acting skills" cannot be hidden from her good friend Yuanzi who gets along day and night.

But Yuanzi won’t ask.

Just like Sonoko can easily find Shinichi's location with the help of the Suzuki Consortium's energy, but as long as Mao Lilan doesn't want to know, Sonoko will never do so.

Xiaolan believed in her heart that Kudo Shinichi was helping solve a major case abroad.

Then this is the fact.

Yuanzi respects the choice of his best friend.

So, she was stunned for a moment and looked at Xiaolan, whose sadness was about to overflow.

Yuanzi's heart was pricked.

‘Xiaolan, what’s wrong with you? Did that guy Shinichi make you angry again? snort! See how I deal with him! ’

Yuanzi wanted to erase Xiaolan's sadness with such a relaxed tone.

However, Yuanzi knew that doing so would only make Xiaolan more embarrassed.

"Oh, go ahead."

Yuanzi showed a silly and sweet smile.

Since Xiaolan wanted to cover up her sadness, she just had to do it without seeing it.

Sonoko giggled.

Xiaolan nodded, turned and walked to the bathroom.

Closing the door and locking it, Xiaolan leaned on the door, unable to sit down.

Xiaolan tried her best to restore everything to its original state, pretending as if nothing had happened.

However, how could the traces left behind disappear for no reason?

In just one day, Xiaolan felt like she was about to become a different person.

It was as if another, more authentic self was about to appear.

Xiaolan knew that she shouldn't do that.

But, don't know why.

She couldn't control herself.

Sorry, Shinichi, Sorry, Sonoko, Sorry, Mr. Kazama

Who will save me?

Xiaolan covered her face and sobbed silently.

No matter how many people regard her as a goddess, an angel, or Mao Lilan, this cannot change the fact that she is just a kind-hearted female high school student.

When things get worse than she can bear, Mao Lilan will also be sad and sad, and even almost collapse like now.

She is a good person, but good people always come to nothing.

Especially in this world full of lunatics, lunatics, and perverts.

At this time, the phone rang.

Xiaolan's body trembled, she hesitated, and then she took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

The phone screen glowed faintly.

Xiaolan bit her lips, her nails almost dug into her flesh, and her hands were trembling.

this number

Want to pick up?

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice asking her.

Toot. Toot. Toot.

The phone is still ringing, like a reminder of death.

However, if she doesn't answer, she may remain in this weird state, which is not what Mao Lilan should be like.

Whether it is an angel or a demon, as long as he can lend a helping hand, Mao Lilan will hold this hand without hesitation.

Xiaolan rubbed her eyes vigorously.

She took a deep breath, and then pressed the connect button.

"Hello"

"Lan, let's talk."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Mao Lilan pinched her thighs, trying her best not to let the person opposite hear that she was abnormal.

"Okay, Mom."

In the dark room of the organization base, the white display screen flashed with dazzling light.

"Rum."

The adult called his name lukewarmly.

Rum lowered his head firmly, not daring to look away from his iconic one eye.

"BOSS, me"

Rum tried to quibble.

"From now on, leave your work to Belmode."

BOSS interrupted him.

Rum's face turned pale and he felt a little dizzy, but he still held on to his body and knelt there motionless.

"Understood, BOSS."

BOSS doesn't need useless people.

Therefore, everyone in the organization must be useful, and talented people can survive in the organization.

Waste products without talent will be disposed of as garbage.

Not even Rum can change this.

The previous Rum was his father. His father had gained a certain amount of trust because he had served the BOSS all year round.

So much so that Rum's name was inherited by his child.

And he lived up to expectations and did not disgrace this title. Instead, he included Rum's name in major intelligence organizations around the world.

"A strong man", "a man like a woman", "an old man", "maybe all stand-ins".

These comments are undoubtedly an affirmation of Rum's personal ability.

However, achieving success does not mean that Rum can get the indulgence of the boss.

Even if it is the guy Belmode, who usually does something that crosses the line, the boss will turn a blind eye and let it go, but if there is an open betrayal.

Belmode may not know how she died.

Even Belmode, who is the most loved by the boss, is like this, let alone a guy like him who should be regarded as a "servant".

When doing things for the boss, don't think about what you have done in the past, but think about how you should complete the task more perfectly in the future.

The past is the past, and the present is now.

The glorious achievements of the past cannot be regarded as a death-free gold medal today.

The boss only dismissed him from his post, but did not kill him, because his family had worked hard for two generations.

Being able to survive is something to be thankful for.

Fortunately, Curacao is dead.

If she were still alive, he would not even have the chance to stand here and be punished.

"Gin, let Margaret temporarily stop the action and the organization enters a silent state."

The boss ordered.

Gin on the side also lowered his head.

"Understood, boss."

Rum always thought that Gin was just a killer without a brain and only knew how to bang bang bang.

Maybe he has some brains, but he is definitely not smart.

After all, the people adopted by the boss have been trained since childhood. If Gin could show amazing strategy and wisdom, he would not be planned to the action department.

It is precisely because of this prejudice that Rum lost.

Lost completely.

He never thought that this junior who only had killing, killing, killing, actually seized the opportunity keenly.

The seemingly crazy action actually all lies with Rum.

Who took on the task of sneaking into the Metropolitan Police Department and stealing the spy list?

It was Rum!

Who asked to let Curacao live after Curacao was exposed?

It was Rum!

Who shot Shuichi Akai and confirmed that the organization's intelligence had not been leaked?

It was Rum, it was Gin!

Gin followed Rum's orders honestly and ensured that the interests of the organization were not damaged to the greatest extent according to the organization's regulations.

Although the process was a bit intense, it was also to enable them to evacuate safely.

Besides, didn't the most critical person, Shuichi Akai, die?

For this credit, Gin was arrogant and drove a helicopter to shoot at Tokyo Tower, and the boss didn't care.

Anyway, Tokyo Tower is the property of the Suzuki Group and has nothing to do with him.

After saying these two sentences, the boss seemed to have no patience and cut off the communication directly.

The room was dark.

A single eye suddenly flashed a scarlet light.

"Very good, Gin! I underestimated you."

Rum's voice was a little hoarse, deliberately disguised.

Gin ignored it and turned away.

He was not interested in listening to the howling of an old wild dog. The boss gave him a task, and he had to do it (end of this chapter)