Conan: I can see keywords

"But I admire your hard work," the man took two steps, and Lingchuan could clearly hear the footsteps coming from the phone, "Thank you for trusting me that I won't touch the money,"

"I won't join you."

Lingchuan gritted his teeth. He understood what the man meant. It was nothing more than disgust.

But the reality is very bleak. The current Poker is really not up to par and Lingchuan is indeed short of money.

“It’s a great experience to witness growth together. And we are not without strength.”

"Yeah, that's good." Being able to get accurate information about a robbery does require some skill.

"But I still refuse." The man said firmly that he respected other people's dreams, but he would not participate in them.

Seeing that he couldn't convince the other party, Lingchuan could only take a deep breath and tell himself not to be anxious.

The man was certain, but judging from his behavior, there was still a chance.

Helping with the handling and transportation of goods is a sign of great sincerity.

"You'll change your mind."

“I hope so.” The man said, as if he had thought of something. “My name is William, but it doesn’t matter.”

"The important thing is, it seems like there's a kid targeting you."

"Targeting me?" Lingchuan was puzzled.

"The money, to be exact, but I gave him a little hard time. He's a keen boy."

"Wait a minute," Ling Chuan was a little confused, "The child you are talking about is not a little boy with a red bow, a pair of glasses, and curly hair, right?"

"Yeah. It's him."

hiss……

Ling Chuan's inhalation was somewhat obvious, which surprised William a little, "Do you know him?"

"...Forget it."

"He's hanging out with the police," William frowned, puzzled, "and you're committing a crime."

"Oh, yes." Lingchuan smiled, "I am committing a crime, but that's not important. What's important is... you just said that you made him suffer a lot?"

"You mean... you hurt Conan?"

Chapter 32: Hospital Again

"Is your name Conan? Conan Doyle?" William seemed to be busy with something. The footsteps had never stopped since just now.

“Interesting name.”

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury."

"Okay, I'll transfer the money to the card I sent you. I look forward to our next meeting." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone which was gradually going dark, Lingchuan was a little stunned.

"Conan... is he injured?"

"In non-main storylines?" Lingchuan has always believed that Conan, as the 'protagonist', would not be hurt outside of the main storyline.

For example, the last Shinkansen explosion.

Normally speaking, it is impossible for a six or seven-year-old child to be so close to the center of the explosion to suffer only minor injuries.

Not to mention death, being seriously injured and ill is inevitable, right?

But Conan only suffered some minor injuries, and less than a day later, he was still alive and well.

So Lingchuan subconsciously thought that Conan would only be injured in the main storyline.

Because he would not die, injury became the heaviest price to pay.

Before this, Lingchuan had never thought about what to do with Conan.

But what did William say today?

Say, he gave Conan a hard time?

Say, it's just a minor injury?

"Could it be that... Conan has no protection outside the main storyline?" The more Lingchuan thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

He was too conservative before!

Why don’t you try it?

In the past, Lingchuan just wanted to develop in a low-key way, and at most cause some trouble for Conan when he revealed his identity.

If possible, reveal his true identity to Mao Lilan.

But now he had other ideas.

If Conan is not protected in non-main storylines, then can he...

I was surprised by my own thoughts.

Ling Chuan came back to his senses and patted his cheeks, "Huh——"

His ideas became more and more extreme.

But he couldn't control it!

Since when did he become so hostile towards Conan?

Lingchuan thought for two seconds and listed many reasons in his mind.

But the one that scared him the most was that one.

The unknown is the most deadly.

He didn't know why Conan became smaller after taking the medicine, nor did he know where Conan would go in the future.

The 'main plot' and the 'non-main plot' turned his life into a ridiculous TV show.

Lingchuan doesn't want to just muddle through and wait for the day in the future when he will see keywords related to himself in the keywords in the notebook, but he is powerless to change the outcome brought about by that word.

Poker appeared because of this, and now, he wants to get rid of Conan in advance because of this!

“Huh~” Thoughts swirled.

When Lingchuan was making up his mind, the phone in his pocket rang.

It was his previous number.

I took a look at the note and saw it was from the car rental company.

Lingchuan answered the call, repeatedly assured that he would return the car within the agreed time, and then hung up.

Sit in your car and take deep breaths.

For the next 1 billion he will have to face, and also for his idea of ​​getting rid of Conan.

Starting the car engine, Lingchuan looked up at the rearview mirror and met his reflection in the mirror. He could clearly see the suppressed emotions in his own eyes.

"As long as Conan disappears..."

He won't have to worry anymore, right?

The brief foresight that a notebook provides can actually be both good and bad.

What Lingchuan has been doing is to eliminate the ultimate source of harm and protect himself.

He doesn't think he's wrong.

The world should be fair, and there shouldn't be a 'main' storyline specifically for someone.

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"Okay, then Conan, can you think of any more information?" Megure Juzo stood in the ward with several police officers.

He looked at Conan, who was lying on the bed with a bandage on his forehead, with a serious expression, "Regarding the missing 1 billion yen, so far our people have not found the cars you mentioned."

"Didn't you notice..." Conan moved his body and sat up.

"Yes, I have already sent more people to investigate what you said."

Conan was a little unwilling, "Where are those cars? Can you find them?"

Megure Jusan shook his head, "They were all unlicensed cars. When we found them, they were completely scrapped."

"Damn it!" This result made Conan feel helpless.

If it weren’t for that billboard, if the skateboard hadn’t happened to be out of battery!

"But Conan, are you sure those people were really carrying the missing 1 billion yen?" Megure Jusan couldn't help asking, "After all, your description is different from the robbers who robbed at that time."

"You have to believe me, Officer Megure. I'm 90 percent sure!"

Conan was questioned again. In addition to being anxious, he also felt a little powerless.

If he was still Kudo Shinichi...

Damn it, what on earth did those men in black feed me!

If I were still an adult, Inspector Megure wouldn't...

grown ups?

correct!

"Inspector Megure, please wait a moment. I suddenly remembered something." He threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.

Conan doesn't look like he's been injured at all.

Avoiding Mao Lilan who was coming back from buying food, he rushed to the pay phone, retrieved Lingchuan's number from his memory and dialed it.

On the other side, Lingchuan, who had just received the money and was worrying about what to do with it, immediately tensed up when he heard the ringing of his cell phone.

The ringtone he set for Conan is different from that of others.

Because it is different, Lingchuan becomes so alert when this bell rings.

"Hello? Conan?"

"Lingchuan, where are you now?"