Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 241 Tonight ends, Tianshu's consciousness is dying
At three o'clock in the morning on Saturday, Yingsheng returned to Ian's apartment.

I went upstairs and opened the door, and saw Qingzi sitting on the living room floor, tapping the plaster head on the coffee table.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Yingsheng walked to the balcony, took the felt that he had removed from the rattan chair, and placed it behind Qingzi.

"Lift your butt off."

Qingzi moved a little: "Waiting for you, how is it over there?"

"What else can I do? It's just an unexpected thing. I found that although the organization of the winery is a problem, those codenamed members are quite capable." Yingsheng yawned and sat cross-legged next to Qingzi. "Let me use this plaster statue."

Qingzi stopped and gently pushed the plaster towards him, then tilted her head and sniffed:
"Why does it smell like blood?"

"How could that be? I washed it clean." Yingsheng raised his hand to wave at his hair, then raised it to his nose, picked up his sleeve and sniffed it, then tilted his head in confusion and said, "No, you don't really catch a cold, do you?"

Qingzi pouted: "Oh, sorry, I mistook the scent of pomegranate for the smell of blood."

"Haha, you guy."

Yingsheng took the carving knife from her, and with his left hand he kept feeling for the facial features on the plaster head: "If you hadn't been away from the lower class for too long, you would have discovered that this is actually the soap commonly used in public baths. It's mainly because it's cheap."

"Eh? I haven't escaped from the lower class. I am a lower class myself. It's just that I have been shy since I was a child and rarely go to public baths." Kiyoko looked at the plaster head. "Do you want to carve something, Hotaru-kun?"

"I can't carve, but I should be able to feel it roughly."

Yingsheng closed his eyes and kept recalling the facial features of Itakura Taku and the ups and downs of his facial muscles.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and took out the half-washed human skin mask.

Yingsheng remembered to take this at that critical moment. He had originally planned to send the materials to the testing center for testing, and compare them with the mask obtained last time, so as to determine the material ratio of the human skin mask more quickly.

And now, when another doubt arose in his mind, it had another use.

"Go get me a bottle of ink." Yingsheng said.

Qingzi did as she was told. After a while, Yingsheng picked up a small sculpting brush, dipped it in ink and evenly brushed the inside of the half human skin mask. He pinched the upper and lower ends with his hands and gently placed it on the smooth back of the plaster statue's head.

After taking a closer look, he took off the human skin mask, looked at the marks left on it, and shook his head and laughed:

"You are worthy of being the Witch of a Thousand Faces. I admire you so much."

He got up and went to the bathroom to clean the mask. When he came out, he saw Qingzi looking at the ink on the plaster statue thoughtfully. He smiled and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Qingzi nodded: "The inner surface of the human skin mask made by Vermouth fits the original face very closely, so that it can be lifelike, and even the expression can be made without revealing any flaws. So if we print it in reverse like a mold, can we restore the face under the mask?"

"clever."

Yingsheng came over, fell on the sofa, and threw half of the mask to Qingzi.

"With the force of the bullet, and the elastic material, if the target and the suspect's face shape are not much different, I can't be sure. But it's quite a coincidence that the code member and Itakura Taku both have big noses.

And Vermouth is definitely not."

Qingzi took the human skin mask, found the nose part and pinched it, and suddenly said: "Vermouth disguised Itakura Taku as someone else, and then someone thought that person was her and killed him. Vermouth is faking her death?"

"I don't know."

Yingsheng shook his head and said, "It is unknown whether Vermouth knows that this person was shot by Xiaolan. Even if she knows, it is unknown whether she can be sure that the sniper of the winery will kill her with one shot without leaving any survivors. There are three possibilities.

Either she happened to do so by chance and suddenly had the idea of ​​disguising Itakura Taku and using him to divert attention; or she had planned it in advance and wanted to use Itakura Taku to trick me and the winery and observe their attitudes; or she had planned it in advance and faked her death.

The first one is the most powerful, which means that her disguise skills are so strong that she can change people's clothes with just one click.

The latter two at least show that she has truly left the organization and is very wary of it. She wants to know the organization's attitude towards her, so she is testing it."

Kiyoko smiled and said, "Since the winery sniper opened fire, she obviously knows the answer."

"I'm not sure. The winery is in such a mess. What if it's a personal grudge?" Yingsheng sighed, "She is said to be very close to the boss. It can't be that the other side just ruthlessly abandoned her just because I was about to catch her.

Oh, it's really chilling."

"Um……"

Qingzi was curious: "What will she do in the future? Will she still go to school on Monday?"

“There are still two days left, and who knows what will happen. But now that she knows that Miyano Akemi is alive, and probably also knows that Shirley is alive, then for the next period of time, her code of conduct should be to find these two people and kill them.

then……

I don't know how much she cares about Kudo, and whether she will appear by his side in the future. I don't know how much she knows about the previous calculations in the institute, and to what extent she doubts me.

Sorry, Qingzi, you may have to stay in the hotel for two days this weekend. I need to see what happens next before I can confirm the situation. "

Yingsheng's voice became weaker and weaker, and he was almost falling asleep on the sofa.

"Aren't I going to go find Qing Liu classmate?"

Qingzi asked softly, stood up, took the thin blanket from the corner of the sofa, and gently covered Yingsheng with it.

"If 'Xue Song Qing Zi' disappears and someone starts looking for her, wouldn't it be a flaw that you spent the weekend with her? Even if you ask her not to tell anyone else, there will always be traces left."

"I see. Do you want to change your target?"

"We'll talk about this later, let's take a look first."

Yingsheng's consciousness became increasingly dispersed, feeling the gentle, soothing pressure on his temples like clouds, and two other sensations suddenly emerged from his memory.

In the taxi in the afternoon, Xiaolan used her knees as a pillow and gave me a massage with just the right strength.

Twenty minutes ago, even if Huaying tried her best to press with her fingertips, the long nails still made him feel a little itchy.

The three sensations inexplicably overlapped together, and a hint of fear vaguely arose in Yingsheng's heart.

Is Tianshu's consciousness actually being worn away?
He never thought about these things in the past.

But just the next moment, a gentle breeze blew across the lake of his heart, smoothing out all the ripples.

The nature of the self is originally free of attachment, and one can be an immortal, a Buddhist, or even a Confucian.

Will Tianshu die?
maybe.

however…

(End of this chapter)