Chapter 170 Predictive dream?
Crouching down and looking at Ehara Tokio's sleeping face with a smile on his face, Karasawa originally wanted to reach out and pat him to make sure, but after thinking about it, he felt a little dirty, so he just hit him with the barrel of his gun.
My face was distorted and there was no movement at all.
“Don’t poke Karasawa.” Hoshikawa Teru’s unbearable voice came from the earphones, “We’ve stopped recording, that’s it.”
“Ah, are you done filming? That's good." Hearing this, Tang Ze relaxed his suppressed voice and took off his mask and hat. "This suit is completely airtight. Sayama Akiko's purchase budget seems not high."
"Aren't you having a great time?" Miyano Akemi's chuckle came from the voice, "Okay, move faster, we will send the video to Sayama Akiko immediately."
" Okay, here we go."
Tang Ze walked to the bed, took off the camera on the drawer, then looked at no one around, then reached out and pulled out an empty suitcase from the prop bar.
Eangwon Shi was a very tall man, but fortunately he was relatively thin. He folded and folded, and stuffed things into the box. He managed to get him into a curled-up position, and finally stuffed his whole body inside. in the box.
A living person weighing more than 100 kilograms put a lot of pressure on the suitcase. Tang Ze adjusted the angle for a while before letting it maintain a normal shape with no flaws.
There was no other way. Although he could take many ways to take away the sleeping Ehara Tokio, after all, it had to be handed over to Gin and the others, so there had to be a relatively normal delivery method to hide it from others.
If Akechi Goro was so arrogant that he carried a big living person to the meeting place...
Then Gin would have suspected him of betrayal and deliberately led the police to arrest him.
After walking around the suitcase twice, Tang Ze was quite satisfied.
After thinking for a while, he put on the mask that was not very breathable, maintained the state of the Night Baron, dragged his suitcase, and walked to the balcony with a wide view.
Izu Princess Hotel adopts a slightly misaligned design starting from the 20th floor. The layout of the 20th-24th floors is slightly staggered with the rooms downstairs. From the right side of the balcony of 2101 where Tokio Ehara is, you can directly see the balcony of the 19th floor.
Tang Ze lowered his head and looked down along the railing.
On the balcony of Room 1901, the handsome Akiko Sayama opened her eyes wide and looked up at him standing on the balcony, holding the suitcase in his hand.
She must have received the email from Mingmei and the others. She looked at him with a mixture of expectation and fear in her eyes, and the horizontal wind blew her neat short hair constantly flying.
The black robe on Tangze's body was also blown by the fierce wind and turned into black waves.
He raised his hand and raised his top hat to signal her.
Sayama Akiko tightly grasped the stone bricks on the edge of the balcony with her fingers. The rough facade stung her fingertips, but at this moment she could only hear the whistling of the wind in her ears and her own violent heartbeat.
As she watched in disbelief, the Night Baron in black, carrying a huge suitcase in one hand, climbed onto the balcony railing on the 21st floor like a traveler about to set off.
After watching the video, Akiko Sayama knew that there was her enemy, Tokio Ehara, who did not know whether he was alive or dead.
The Night Baron turned his back, bowed slightly to her, and fell backwards like a dramatic actor taking his final call, falling straight from the 21st floor.
Akiko Sayama was lying on the railing in surprise, only to find that the rapidly falling figure, together with the luggage in his hand, disappeared in mid-air.
Outside the building, there is only the rustling wind and the empty starry sky.
The "Night Baron" disappeared.
Just like a real Phantom Thief.
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Mouri Kogoro fell on the bed, snoring lightly.
Mao Lilan was lying on another big bed, with a slight smile, and also fell into sleep.
Lying on the large sofa bed, Conan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Today, I met all the participants of the event, exchanged important information with Karasawa, and enjoyed the charming beach and delicious meal. Everything went smoothly.
It was a peaceful night when nothing happened. This kind of peace made him a little uneasy, and he had a feeling that everything should not be so peaceful.
Why does the organization look for “tainted” programmers?
"Night Baron" is a powerful virus that will destroy all data on the target computer. Since the computers that have been ravaged by it have lost all data and are difficult to recover, it is currently unknown how it works. There is no effective way to stop it.
Just like the mysterious thief in his father's novel, he comes and goes without a trace and kills people invisible.
How are these people connected by the "Night Baron"?
All kinds of puzzles lingered in his mind. He pulled the blanket around him and felt that in the quiet night, in addition to the fierce sea breeze, there was also a faint whimpering.
Like sadness, but also relief...
After tossing and turning for a long time, he fell asleep restlessly.
That night, he slept very lightly. He could hear the noises of the other two people in the room, but he unexpectedly had a dream.
In the dream, I only saw the Night Baron wearing a tall top hat, his black robe and cape dancing wildly in the strong wind, and a man wearing a smiling face standing upright at the highest point of the hotel, standing like a bamboo. On the narrow railings of the watchtower, it opens its arms to the sky.
As he moved, the clear blue sky slowly twisted and rolled, as if countless flesh and blood were rolling and groaning in it, everything was twisted like purgatory.
The sky seemed to be torn apart by this nightmare figure, and the wounds and souls of the world were gradually torn apart by his hands that danced like a conductor.
He seemed to have torn off the outer skin of the world, exposing the blood vessels and muscles inside.
Listening to the buzzing and howling coming from the wound, the person under the smiling face let out a hoarse laugh.
In this scene of doomsday, a white-haired figure approached the Night Baron who was facing the sky.
An extremely long red scarf was wrapped around his neck, flying upside down in the wind, extending towards the sky, as if it was connected to the bloody scar, drawing nutrients from it.
The white-haired boy's eyes were covered by black cloth strips, and he got closer and closer to the laughing Baron of the Night. He stretched out his hand and pushed him down without hesitation.
The Night Baron's laughter stopped suddenly. Like a puppet that had lost control, it fell straight to the ground and hit the statue of a knight holding a sword hilt high in the center of the open-air restaurant. The sword was struck by the blade. Pass through the chest.
Black mud splashed from his chest, and the pale mask became the face of a corpse, solidifying on his face.
High in the sky, the torn scar slowly closed, and the stars and the moon rose up.
As dusk fell, Joker's red scarf twisted into a pair of red wings, wrapping him gently.
Like a mother's hug.
The red figure stood in the middle of a high hanging full moon, like a huge golden pupil, opening its cat-like red vertical pupils.
The vertical pupils looked at him.
Conan was startled and sat up.
"Conan!" Seeing the little boy suddenly twitching twice and jumping up from the sofa, Mao Lilan, who came to wake him up, was startled, "What's wrong?"
Conan touched blankly. He touched his head, and the dream just now was still flashing in his mind in fragments.
A dream that was a little scary, but also inexplicably touching...
He subconsciously looked out the window.
The faint moon shadow still hangs on the other side of the sky, and the gentle morning light rises from the coastline, reflecting the warm orange-red color on the blue Izu coast.
It was still early, a cloudless morning.
"...What a strange dream." Conan scratched the back of his neck, a little confused.
|ω｀) Inspiration is a great success and belongs to it
(End of this chapter)