69novels Chapter 147
Chapter 147
"Suddenly wish that this night could be longer."
The man's voice echoed in the empty corridor, like a sigh.
"Are you tired?" The woman approached the first time she heard it, took his arm, and watched his expression change solemnly.
But no matter how carefully she observed, she couldn't see anything.
Because they are all in a dream.
"I'm not tired. I'm staying with you these days. There are no people to disturb me. I don't need to run around and work hard. I can rest better than before."
"If the night is longer, you will be able to open your eyes later to face the ever-changing world—well, it's nothing, I probably have such insignificant thoughts." Qian Mu finished speaking lightly, skipping the process of explaining his complex psychological activities , "Look, is it appropriate to arrange this here?"
The silver-haired man walking side by side on the right was carrying a black iron birdcage. Qianmu opened the cage door, and when his fingers touched the frightened bird curled up in the cage, the bird of unknown species suddenly disappeared without resistance. A pure black feather fluttered down silently.
He pinched the feather's pitch-black root, took it out of the cage, and looked sideways at the wall where it stopped. In front of him was a blank and beautifully decorated picture frame.
Walking along the half-lit and half-dark corridors, the walls beside him are covered with picture frames, some of which are bound still life landscape paintings, and some are directly sealed flat objects into picture frames , as a decorative object with appreciation value to display.
A sharp nail that broke in two.
The dark brown bristly hair of a wolf-like creature.
Crucibles and weird glassware scattered all over the place.
Strange plant specimens that do not exist in the general public perception.
Seemingly ordinary lakes, sketches of human-shaped stone carvings, outline graphics at the moment when thunder and lightning converge...
These "exhibits" are interesting at first glance, and may still show a lot of artistic beauty, but there will be a chill down the spine, and it is terribly frightening to think about them carefully.
Leaving aside the owner of this "exhibition hall" who personally arranged the exhibits, the only guest who is lucky enough to be able to visit is not only not frightened, but also always enjoys it with a serious attitude, and sometimes proposes to modify the exhibits to make them more beautiful suggestion.
The truth is that Qian Mu is taking the time to sort out his "help keeping" ability.
At that time, he was with Hei Pi, who no longer knew who it was, and time was too tight, so he only took his abilities out and stuffed them in, and he hadn't had time to tidy them up.
A man with obsessive-compulsive disorder can't tolerate such a mess in his private space, so he simply spends one night tidying up everything, and invites his right-hand man to visit in his dreams.
The exhibition hall transformed into a space of consciousness is copied from the one built in the center of Kubato Square in reality. The interior and exterior shapes are exactly the same, but the exhibition hall in reality has no exhibits, and all the blank picture frames are hung on the walls. The exhibition hall in the dream is called Gradually filled, the unbound exhibits are the last one left.
Qian Mu didn't like the shape of the exhibit, so he turned it into a crow's feather.
He pinched the feather to roughly confirm the position, and the black feather fell off from between his fingers, submerged into the surface of the picture frame by itself, and became a part of the interlayer without sound or trace.
It was frozen in the center of the pure white screen in a permanently falling posture.
"It's only so appropriate." Belmode will always only praise, "My dear, I will be overwhelmed by your wonderful works every time."
"It's perfect." Gin's evaluation was always concise and to the point.
"That's good."
Qian Mu chuckled, regardless of whether their praise was mixed with water or not, he was indeed quite satisfied personally.
It's strange to be dissatisfied.
The design drawing of the exhibition hall was drawn by himself.
He decides the interior and exterior decoration style himself.
Although not all the furnishings in the museum, from the display cabinets to the most detailed parts, were selected by him, he basically passed his eyes.
Whether the color, size, material and distance of a picture frame are appropriate, whether the collocation of adjacent exhibits is harmonious and beautiful, how to adjust the subtleties to make the visitors pleasing to the eye...
Yes, it was all planned by him in advance.
I still remember that not long ago, Qian Mu was walking outside the dim Kuido Square, and told the two people around him that this place is very commemorative, suitable for miracles to come under the moon, and the forgotten souls return to the world.
If the script can develop normally and step by step, by this time, he has already packed up all the orangutans running around and threw them into the villa for strict supervision, pushing the main line with ease, while scaring Edogawa Conan , the end of this stage is scheduled for the opening of the exhibition.
In addition to the blue diamond "protagonist" who doesn't care about it and is just used as a bait, the souvenirs taken from the supernatural beings who enthusiastically came to the party will also become rare exhibits that are the only ones in the world for the world to visit .
In the eyes of most people, some of these exhibits are grotesque, some are beautiful but can’t see the way - normally, the main audience is not ordinary people who can only watch the fun, but a few people who received the invitation but did not show up .
What Qianmu values is efficiency.
Since it is impossible and unnecessary for him to wipe out all the supernatural beings in the world, and guard all the dangerous elements who may harm the society, then killing chickens and monkeys is enough to serve as a deterrent.
In the place where he left, he revealed the truth that "Ezaki Yuan and Yuan Qianmu are the same person". He likes such a sense of ritual when he does things from the beginning to the end. After completing the plot announcing his return, he will naturally enter the final ending plot...
...Who would have thought that the script was crooked at the beginning, and now it is almost impossible to get it back.
No, as long as he wants, he can still break it back.
——According to the plan that has been carefully considered, all the uncertain factors that are keen to make trouble are broken and locked up, and the main line is completed ten times faster.
"Really, what a pity."
Qian Mu suddenly said softly for no reason.
"Huh? Do you think this pavilion is not perfect enough?"
Almost ignoring Qianmu's illness again, leading to an extreme lack of security, Belmode was eager to understand the true meaning of every word in his mouth, and when he noticed something strange, he immediately began to think: "I still think it's a pity to leave it like this? Why don't you just choose?" Put some of the most beautiful ones into the glass showcase and put them in the room."
Qian Mu only briefly introduced the origin of these exhibits to the two of them, and did not involve the fact that putting the exhibits into the picture frame is equivalent to completely sealing the supernatural ability.
If it is released, it may cause trouble. Of course, it is the trouble for ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens. Belmode will suggest this when she doesn't know it, and she will say it when she knows it. She doesn't care if the unlucky passer-by will He died on the ground, only caring about whether the decorations made of decorations look good in Qianmu's room, and Qianmu appreciates it every day whether he likes it or not.
Gin considered another angle.
"This exhibition hall is still too spacious, not worthy of the status of BOSS."
After the birdcage in the silver-haired man's hand disappeared, he turned his gaze to the deeper part of the corridor that he hadn't gone to, the blank picture frames on the left and right walls, his eyes lit up with the restless coldness before hunting: "Before you come Before falling asleep, I will fill all the frames for you."
There are still more than forty blank picture frames, and Brandy has caught a total of 25 bugs. Gin plans to catch more than a dozen high-quality bugs in one day to fill the exhibition hall carefully arranged by BOSS.
Suddenly, he thought of a code name that seemed to be cursed. The expression on the silver-haired man's face remained unchanged, but he carefully wrote it down in his heart. After waking up, he had to make sure that Brandy was completely dead.
He has been by the boss's side these days, and he has really managed to completely ignore the organization's affairs. He still doesn't know what kind of trouble the mice and idiots have made while he is away.
Seemingly recuperating obediently, but instinctively trying to track down Yao Mozi's BOSS: "It's okay to leave a little space, anyway, the exhibition halls are all empty in reality, and I don't have time to go there for the time being. However, lying in bed all day is not a problem, You can go for a walk…”
"You can forward the request to a professional. This kind of trivial matter does not require the boss to work hard." Gin refused to accept the hint from the boss.
Belmode glanced at the silver-haired man who became more and more aggressive after getting the privilege, and decisively demolished him, but not completely: "If the boss can't even take a good rest, it will only prove how useless it is to be a subordinate. Walking is useless. Question, my dear, keeping you motionless all day long like someone does is useless to improve your condition. After you get better, of course you can go out for a walk, provided that I want to accompany you. "
"I'm much better now." The BOSS had an innocent expression on his face, and he clenched his white palm into a fist as if showing off, and then released it. With this seemingly gentle and elegant punch, the five gorillas were completely embedded into the wall casually.
"You have all seen the inspection report last night. The temporary deterioration has been brought under control. As long as the last layer of research and development obstacles is overcome, it will come to an end."
"Then when will the obstacles be overcome, and when will it all come to an end, Boss?"
"Well - it will definitely be done soon. Well, I suddenly feel that it is safe to rest for two more days before going out to relax."
"Okay~ What do you want for breakfast today? By the way, the busy second-in-command over there really doesn't think about getting out early, ah, sorry, can you get back on track early? Even if it's something the boss doesn't plan to take away , and you have to tidy up carefully before you leave."
"Vermouth, that is to say, you who have never done a few serious things and only added to the chaos, have the face to tell me what to do."
"Heh, Gin, it's not a small possibility that a man who speaks unpleasantly will soon be rejected and thrown away."
"Don't worry about things that don't exist, you can worry more about yourself."
"you--"
BOSS: "Ah—I want to eat a sandwich without red ginger today."
"There shouldn't be something like red ginger in the sandwich!" Belmode was furious instantly, knowing that Qianmu would be plotted against by the sinister police dog with a sandwich, and she should have drowned Bourbon with the flood from the gate.
Gin made a silent note that when he woke up, he would find out the chef who added ingredients to the BOSS's sandwiches and clean them up.
"Okay, okay, I just said it casually, as long as it's a sandwich." Anyway, the torment finally reached the end of the dream, "I'm leaving, see you later."
Qian Mu sent Belmode and Gin away, and the consciousness space combined with the dream was on the verge of breaking.
"..."
Withdrawing his inexplicably quiet gaze from the corridor, he walked forward for a certain distance and stopped in front of an exhibition painting.
The petals of sunflowers almost reach the ceiling, and the huge oil painting makes the back of the red-haired man quite small, like a flame blending into the portrait.
Although it is hung here, it has a clear sense of existence, but it is a semi-finished product that is far below the level of the exhibition. Basically, only the outline is completed. The most vivid and gorgeous color on the only sunflower is still a large piece. Whitespace.
There is no such painting in the real world, and it has nothing to do with the supernatural being. This is what he tried to paint after he came back. Because he still didn't have enough grasp of the important colors, he didn't fill in the color for a long time.
"The original plan was to ask those guys to help me refer to it, and then paint a few strokes on it, so that it will be more valuable for collection..."
Qian Mu suddenly snorted: "It's still in the collection, now you can just tear it up."
Even so, and rather angry, he temporarily left the half-finished painting.
Can't be pessimistic, that is, he was angry with the idiots who danced wildly a few times, and he just gave up struggling to accept the reality.
It's just been a few days and the sky is so high. If the orangutan with wings can fly, where can he fly?
The script, perhaps, still has a little help.
——With this idea that is most likely to be self-deceiving, Qian Mu returned to reality from the dream.
It is true that he has no intention of adding fuel to the fire of himself who is terminally ill and living a difficult life.
He just wanted to know how many flowers the evil creatures had danced again, and if he could cheer him up by turning over the script the first second he opened his eyes in the morning.
"..."
"........."
It turns out that it has already broken the sky and flew to the universe to soar.
"Ha ha."
He smiled.
……
The left hand and right arm have finished two rounds in the kitchen wrapped in a low-pressure bucket, and the boss hasn't come downstairs for breakfast yet.
Discovering this anomaly in time, the two immediately turned the other person in their eyes into an unimportant air, went upstairs as quickly as possible, opened the unlocked door, and checked the situation of the BOSS--skilled in one go.
Fortunately, contrary to imagination, it is the best situation.
Open the sliding door from the inner room to the outer balcony, and the bright but not glaring sunlight in the morning fills the spacious terrace.
The red-haired man folded his hands and lightly placed them on the marble fence. He seemed to be leisurely looking at the scenery of the garden below. He was full of warmth. His handsome face was bathed in the light, and a hazy golden edge was outlined by the light. The corners of his lips were faint. The curvature of the curve also seems to be softened.
The sun was out today, but the man was still dressed a bit thinly. Belmode saw the only shirt on his body, and his complexion couldn't help but change slightly. He wanted to go back to the room to find a coat before coming back.
However, the man's faint voice made her stop and Gin frowned.
It's an odd-sounding question.
"Those who have spent countless hours and energy to protect the tinder made of glass in their hands, why do they want to recycle this useless glass that is still in their hands for a moment, no, do you want to break their legs?"
Belmod: "..."
Ah, this unforgettable sentence pattern that was engraved into her DNA, unexpectedly changed the content and heard it again.
"why……"
The woman who understood why in seconds grinded her teeth hard, as if she was grinding the ashes of the police dogs headed by Bourbon.
She knows everything, but she can't say anything, can't do anything.
At this moment, Belmode had a soul resonance with Gin, who had been in a relationship for a long time. If it hadn't been for Qianmu's mood, she would have said that the relationship should die without even thinking about it——
"Maybe it's because those who can get your favor don't know how to flatter them."
Belmode: "?"
It's better for Gin to die first, it's better for this insidious man not to speak, and to plagiarize the sentence patterns she once used.
"They are so knowledgeable that they can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun." Said the calm BOSS.
"I know why." Belmode endured it for a second, and then said straight to the point, "You are too soft-hearted towards them, if you let them do whatever they want, you will be the only one who will be hurt."
"Well, yeah, I know."
Qian Mu said.
He looked at the unblooming flowers in the distance, his fiery red hair was lifted by the breeze, and every frame that came into his eyes was a beautiful painting.
Beneath the gentle picture filled with warm light, there is a dark heart of a man who endured to the limit and only black mud remained after his anger burst out.
Qian Mudi asked himself indifferently countless times, why did he end up here.
In fact, there is no need to ask, the answer is straightforward, it is because of those idiots who are hopeless and love to jump up and down.
Being implicated by Jiang Gu Ling and becoming the protagonist of the future Mystery [-] creation is not the point, as long as you don’t look at him, you can treat him as non-existent. Anyway, after the end of Jie Rong, everything will be emptied, and he will personally confirm that all relevant remnants no longer exist .
The point is, his character design has changed from a manipulative behind-the-scenes mastermind to a funny boss who has no face at all and will be torn up no matter what script he writes.
The biggest villain of "Detective Conan", the gentleman in the black organization, could it be such a magical character that affects the sales of comics?
Don't tell him what only he knows.
He himself felt that it was very relevant.
The written script is thrown away when it is useless, and the important plot characters act and change the plot without authorization, saving him a lot of time to offset the cost through the forum, the boss doesn't care at all, as long as some people don't kill himself, he doesn't even bother to glance at it Tube.
Boss only cares about his own face.
If he wasn't reminded by the well-meaning police officers, he almost forgot that he was the leader of the evil forces who was going to be sent to the electric chair by whoever and whoever. , I just have to do this thing against the red party protagonist group.
"It's a bit extreme to break my leg. I'm not such a rude character." The boss sighed softly, "For the sake of world peace, let's fight for a week without getting up."
"Okay!" No, Belmode was alert, "Qianmu? You want to—"
"No, no, no, I don't plan to work hard on my own. I just plan to take a trip not too far away, take a car to relax, and make sure I can sit and never stand, and you will accompany me. Is that okay?"
Qian Mu looked back, let go of the fence already covered with countless cracks, and smiled at the two: "I suddenly missed Shirley, my cute and well-behaved good sister. Didn't Bourbon say, are you sure about Shirley's whereabouts? We See you on the way to relax."
"I don't know if we meet again this time...how much she will change compared to before."
……
Suzuki Limited Express train departure date.
The train platform was extremely lively. When Mori Kogoro and others came, many passengers had already boarded the train.
Detective Mori folded his arms and looked at the luxury train that was parked in front of him. Mori Lan led Conan Edogawa and called Dr. Ali who was leading the Boy Detective Team to join him. Such a mighty group of people were all guests invited by Sonoko Suzuki.
At first glance, it looks very complete, and the usual familiar faces are basically here, Suzuki Sonoko is a little bit disappointed.
"……Ugh!"
"What's wrong, Sonoko? You've been sighing since just now, what's the matter..."
"No, I'm just regretting that the uncle and the brats are all here, but... none of the three pleasing handsome guys came!"
Mao Lilan: "..."
The corner of the detective's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he thought that only one really didn't come, because he mysteriously disappeared after being kidnapped, and the other two suddenly started plotting something that he thought was outrageous after listening to the report. But probably no one would recognize it.
Suzuki Sonoko and Mori Ran didn't know the truth. From their point of view, they saw Mr. Ezaki and Mr. Amuro from a distance at the auction venue, and then they suddenly disappeared.
Mr. Ezaki should have been fine, but he seemed to be frightened and fell ill, and even the next day's exhibition was canceled and postponed.
"Could Mr. Jiang Qi be threatened by the gangsters?" Mao Lilan whispered, "When I went downstairs the next day, I found that the Internet cafe was in a mess and all the computers were broken. I was threatened by a robber, I wanted to call the police, but he said no need..."
"! It's very possible, that would be terrible, Lan! You still have to call the police. Have you asked Uncle and Shinichi, what did they say?"
"Father wants to help, but Mr. Amuro said that the police can't solve it, and there is no need to worry too much. Shinichi asked me to listen to Mr. Amuro. Well, even so, I am still very worried... Could Mr. Ezaki be just because of being attacked by strange people? Blackmail, can't afford to get sick in a fit of anger?"
"Ahhhhh that's too much!!!"
The more vigorously the two girls discussed, the corners of Edogawa Conan's mouth twitched more frequently, and in the end he could barely hear him.
"Everyone, what a coincidence." At this moment, a girl with short hair and neutral dress came over.
Shiliang Zhenchun, a tomboy transfer student who became classmates with Mo Lilan not long ago, has a good relationship with everyone here, and came over to say hello when he saw them.
"Oh! Sister Shiliang is also here to play reasoning games?" Kojima Motota said positively.
"Well, I'm quite interested in the game mentioned in the promotion."
Sera Masumi looked at it for a week while talking, and said again with some surprise: "Hey, Mr. Okiya, who is always with you, didn't come this time?"
"Brother Subaru is rushing to finish his thesis. He said he had a sudden inspiration, so he doesn't plan to go out for a while."
"Oh~ I see."
Shiliang Zhenchun seemed to ask casually, but the fact is that from the first time she accidentally bumped into each other, she paid inexplicable attention to the pink-haired graduate student who hadn't said a few words.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but she vaguely saw the shadow of her eldest brother in that man.
Shiliang Zhenchun didn't feel too sorry for not being able to find a chance to observe the man closer. She turned her attention back to the people in front of her, and immediately made a new discovery.
Haibara Ai, the tea-haired girl who used to turn away when she saw her, or put on a hat, is more thoroughly armed today, not only covering her hair with a hat, but also wearing a thick mask on her face. His eyes were hidden in shadows under the brim of his hat.
You have the flu?Sera Masumi didn't think so, the brown-haired girl was deliberately avoiding the eyes of her surroundings, as if she was trying her best to wrap herself in an iron wall, she would die if she looked at others or was looked at by others-yes, it was that extreme.
The female high school student detective was thoughtful and was about to speak when Xiaolan and the others' doubtful voices suddenly caught her attention.
Sera Masumi turned his head to look, and his eyes just hit the crowd walking towards the carriage.
In the crowd, a tall silhouette with the brim of the hat lowered was sandwiched in the middle, but it was eye-catching at a glance.
"Well?"
Several people were stunned at the same time.
The man wrapped his body in a long brown windbreaker, and walked non-stop, as if he got on the train in a few steps. The face under the hat that he saw in a daze was actually the same as the brown-haired girl beside them——
Edogawa Conan: "...too high."
"Shut up." Pressing the brim of his hat to his face, Hui Yuanai gritted his teeth in a low voice.
"Sure enough, it's too high."
"To shut up."
"How uncoordinated it looks, it's so weird... Seriously, don't you really plan to change your plan? Are you really not afraid to scare Belmode away..."
"Shut up!"
At this time, Hui Yuanai wanted to destroy the world.
Destroy this frightening world that is so magical that Brother Xiu can't turn back once his mind turns to sex-changing drugs!
God knows how much she wants to ruin this normality, except that Shirley will criticize the evil plan of being murdered.
Why can't the plan be ruined together with the serious brother Xiu and the fueling Bourbon?
——Since the world can be resurrected from the dead, it can also be rejuvenated, and the sequelae of body changes after taking APTX4869 are very reasonable.
--I!No!want! ! ! ! !
——It’s okay, it’s just a temporary aftereffect.
--No! ! ! !Damn FBI... don't speak in the tone that I have become a 1.8 meter [-] muscular man! ! ! !
——Ah, it's cute, evil... isn't it...
——Ahem, Shiho, can I call you that?For your safety, I still hope you can accept this proposal...
——After gloating over others' misfortune, here comes the serious public security again, you are as hateful as the FBI!Are you the one who has been slandered without permission?it's me! ! !
Shirley, who was forced to collapse the high-cold and beautiful girl character design, is going crazy. Missing her crazily is just Brother Qianmu, who has become a man with black belly and sunglasses. If Brother Qianmu is here... he will definitely stop them! ! !
It wasn't until this moment when she was being persecuted that the genius girl realized how reliable Qian Mu, who was always a serious person in his bones, was.
But Brother Qianmu was not there, he was organized...
The girl's anger stopped abruptly.
——So I succumbed to reality and ended up like this.
In order to save her brother, the tall and slender 1.7-meter-two beautiful girl endured humiliation and lent her face (literally).
Every Kudo who dared to touch the mold at this time would be frozen to death by her death sight.
After chatting gossip, it was time for the train to leave, and the group was ready to get on the train.
However, just as he found the carriage, Edogawa Conan heard some strange voices, and temporarily turned his head—it must be said that he was stunned.
"Shhhhhhhhh."
A man wearing a conductor's uniform was sitting in a wheelchair. With his right hand, he turned the handle that came with the wheelchair, and the wheels automatically turned at a constant speed. The fully automatic wheelchair approached the front of the car in a blink of an eye.
Edogawa Conan: "?"
Wait, the conductor who drives the train in a wheelchair?Why does it feel so wrong?
"The new train conductor looks like this." Suzuki Sonoko glanced at it, and was also amazed, "It is said that the new train conductor's driving skills are particularly amazing. When he was introduced to show his skills, uncle was astonished. , At that time, the original train conductor was replaced.”
"Shave off your beard and straighten your hair. He is definitely a handsome guy." The young lady with a pair of discerning eyes asserted immediately, and the corner of Edogawa Conan's mouth twitched again.
"That uncle is in a wheelchair and it's inconvenient to get in the car. Let's go and help!"
The helpful elementary school students swarmed up, and they should have failed to lift the wheelchair. It was the flight attendant who lowered the platform to allow the wheelchair to pass smoothly. However, after this, they were warmly praised by the train conductor. After the compliment, they were told to hurry to the Sit in your box.
"I always feel that the train conductor is a little nervous...do you think too much?"
A detective contemplatively boards the Suzuki Express.
When passing by a private room inadvertently, someone just opened the door and walked in, the door was not closed yet, Edogawa Conan's gaze inadvertently passed through the crack of the door, and met someone sitting in the room.
The middle-aged man with black hair and blue eyes just turned his head and saw the young detective passing by.
He smiled at him, his ordinary face was extremely kind.