aircannonsinc Chapter 721 Send to the Police Station
Chapter 721 Send to the Police Station
"Wow - sister, your eyes are different colors. A big brother I know also has different eye colors, and his hair is also white!"
It was a way of trying to get close to someone in a way that sounded like an exclamation point.
It should be said that, probably because Conan has been with Yun Xianhe for too long, he has learned to lie with his eyes open.
Even though the person in front of him smelled of gasoline and gun smoke from a car explosion;
Although the 'dirt' on the other person's body was obviously caused by scratches from falling or bumping;
Even though there were still a lot of broken windshields around the other party...
But it doesn't matter at all.
These are completely unable to stop Conan's ability to lie with his eyes open.
In short, keep the person under guard first, and then notify Inspector Megure and the others.
As for who the other party is...the police will definitely give him an answer.
It must be said that children's appearance can be very deceptive.
At least, the amnesiac who currently can't remember anything does not think the other person is dangerous.
Just when Conan began to suspect that the other party was like Yun Xianhe whom he met at the beginning and couldn't understand Neon language, the other party started to speak:
"I understand."
Very good, communication is fine.
The little detective, relying on his childish appearance, asked curiously and naturally:
"What happened? Why are you here alone, sis? You don't seem to be with your friends. Also... you're injured, your knee and your hand... your phone seems to be broken."
As he said this, Conan was about to reach out and pick up the other person's cell phone that had fallen on the bench.
Just at this moment, a white hand reached out from the side and grabbed him before he could make contact.
"Ke-nan-kun, what did I say?"
"Ah, Brother Xianhe...hahahaha..."
Looking at the other person's smiling face, the little detective smiled guiltily and retracted his hand.
Of course he knew that he should wear gloves or use a handkerchief when handling things like evidence.
But it is a little too strange for a child to do such a thing in front of the other person.
Yun Xianhe, who had caught Conan, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the man in front of him who still had a confused look, and smiled gently:
"I'm sorry, my child is a little playful. Did he cause you any trouble?"
“Ah, no…”
The eyes are one gold and one blue.
Curacao stared blankly at the handsome young man in front of him, and felt as if something flashed through his mind.
It looks like a photo? Or maybe a file book.
But the images were moving too fast for her to see clearly.
And it only lasted for a moment, and then the blank brain completely calmed down again.
On the other side, Yun Xianhe, who had pulled Conan towards him, was still quietly admonishing him:
"Don't touch other people's things, Conan. You have to ask the other person first."
It turned out to be this woman named Curacao...
Yun Xianhe still remembers how his opponent looked when he fought with him the previous times, whether it was when he assassinated the ghost in close combat or when he flew a helicopter to attack Ireland.
Really... Even though he didn't know, Conan just went over like that.
What if the other party suddenly attacks and injures people?
The little detective, not knowing what Yun Xianhe was thinking, was cooperating and performing obediently:
"Hayi——But the elder sister seems to be injured, Brother Xianhe, can you help her?"
As the young detective spoke, he retracted his hand and gently pinched Yun Xianhe's finger bones.
There's definitely something wrong with this woman, right?
Maybe the other party was the cause of the major car accident last night?
The two, who were thinking in different directions, exchanged glances implicitly and reached a brief consensus of "cooperating in acting".
The brave man who was teaching someone a lesson said:
"If you want to see it, you have to ask the other party if they agree before you reach out. Got it, Conan?"
"Okay - then, big sis, can I see your phone?"
The woman, stunned by their unison, blinked and nodded subconsciously.
Yun Xianhe stuffed a handkerchief into Conan's hand before he reached out.
Although he had changed Conan's fingerprint information when he changed his identity information a long time ago, he still wanted to be on the safe side. Who knows if the winery will recycle this kind of thing in the future.
Caution is the boat.
He didn't want the identity of 'Conan' to have anything to do with the Black Organization.
Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing by, knew the moment he saw the woman that she was the one they were looking for, the person who drove into the river last night.
But the other party’s current condition…amnesia?
The brave man carefully gestured to Zhu Fu Jingguang with his hands behind his back, indicating that the other party should take photos and call the police.
At the same time, he took the opportunity to take a small step forward to help Zhu Fu Jingguang block the view between the other party and Curacao.
The polite hero is like a gentleman from a fairy tale.
Just the right social distance, a slightly concerned look, and a gentle tone:
"Miss, are you okay? Do you need help?"
Even though Curacao had lost his memory, he couldn't help but be briefly attracted to the other party during this period of time when his brain was in a daze.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and handed a handkerchief to the other party, motioning him to wipe his cheeks and hands.
After all, these dusty wounds were too conspicuous.
While the other party was taking care of himself, Yun Xianhe asked in a normal tone:
"Miss, how did you get here? How did you get hurt?"
When asked, Curacao paused while wiping his face and fell into deep thought:
"This one……"
Seeing that she couldn't answer, Yun Xianhe pretended to be calm and changed the subject, saying apologetically:
"Sorry, sorry, I am so rude for not introducing myself for so long. My name is Yun Xianhe, what's yours, Miss?"
"Name... Sorry, I don't remember it."
Amnesia?
Looking at the other person's obviously confused expression, Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes slightly.
Did you hit your head when you jumped off the bridge last night?
But he was really lucky. Not only did he not die after falling from the bridge, he only suffered minor scratches.
The person who thought this in his heart did not show it on his face, and even made a very worried expression:
"Could it be that you have lost your memory? This is really bad..."
The hero seemed to be sympathizing with the plight of the stranger he was meeting for the first time.
The concern in those beautiful heterochromatic eyes was impeccable.
If Conan and Morobushi Kagemitsu didn't know that the other party was just trying to trick them, they might have believed it.
"Hey, big sister, do you have anything else with you?"
The little detective asked this after confirming that the phone could not be turned on.
Maybe we can find some identification, and that would make things much easier.
But that's impossible. How could a killer carry his ID card when he goes out?
Yun Xianhe, who was standing by, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Curacao take out a stack of small cards bound together like an inscription book from his pocket.
The boy with a friendly smile gave the amnesiac killer a suggestion in a very sincere tone:
"Otherwise, let's go directly to the police station."
Why not just send the person in right away and see what tricks she can come up with?