Conan: Bringing the Poison Back"

chapter 1

The night fog came, and the moonlight seemed to be completely blocked from the sky by the thick fog. The villa was also shrouded in the thick fog, looking deserted and depressing. With a woman's cream, the cold and moist air also sneaked in with the hurriedly opened door.

People in the mansion couldn't help but feel even more panicked and helpless. The person who found the owner lying in a pool of blood was the maid of the family. In panic, she He didn't even dare to move forward to check if the master was still breathing.

At this time, in the darkness on the other side, Kurosawa Ling closed his eyes tightly and submerged himself into the cold water, as if the panic and noise from the outside world were completely isolated in another world by a pool of cold water.

After a while, the noisy sound disappeared along with the sound of the helicopter propeller starting up.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

The fog had been blown away by the wind, but the sound of the wind rustling the leaves made the late night seem even more silent and eerie.
As the initiator of tonight's conmotion, Kurosawa slowly sat up and stepped out of the bathtub.

The originally loose yukata on his body was soaked and clinging tightly to his body . The water droplets slid along his hair and slid over his delicate chin, making him look slender and graceful. The neck then disappears into the collar "hiss." A gust of cold wind hit him. Kurosawa shuddered and hurriedly took off his yukata.

The clothes he came in with were stained with blood and naturally couldn't be worn. So he gently opened the door of the guest room and looked outside.

The house was deserted at this time. They must have gone to the hospital with the man who was on the verge of death. Thinking of this, Kurosawa no longer restrained himself and strolled to the locker room. While picking and choosing, he muttered, "Sure enough, it was right not to kill hi, Otherwise, I'm afraid the police would have arrived by now.

But... He finally picked out a satisfactory outfit and put it on, a trace of cruel pride flashed in his eyes, "If you fall into my trap, even if you take a helicopter, you will probably die on the way."

Another target was solved. Kurosawa was in a good mood. Without any concern about his identity as a killer, he walked out of the villa from the main entrance and came to the garage of the owner's house. With the roar of an explosion, a Porsche sprang out of the courtyard and disappeared.

In the forest, behind him, the red fire light dyed the night crimson. The next day, when the early morning sunlight shone through the window screen and fell on the white sheets, Kurosawa groaned and poked his head out of the bed.

He walked to the mirror in a daze and started to wash up. What was reflected in the mirror was a boy who looked to be in his teens wiped away the water droplets on his face. Kurosawa's eyes became clearer. He looked at the beautiful face in the mirror with complicated emotions, with eyebrows like distant mountains and a high nose bridge.

Pretty, a pair of peach blossom eyes seem to be full of affection when looking at everyone, and the dexterous tongue gently licks the lips that have just been wetted by water, making the thin lips look even redder, like the rose petals stained with dew in the morning.

Normally, such a fair face now exudes an air of unconcealable hostility. If I had not followed my brother to join the Karasuma Group, I should have lived a carefree life in school Like those ordinary students, maybe I was tossing and turning because of the worries about exams, or maybe I couldn't sleep all night because I had a new love but didn't know how to express it.

Instead of being like now, even though his hands are stained with couhtless blood, he still has to pretend to be nonchalant to hide his identity Kurosawa recalled what his brother said when he was young, how he happened to see himself about to be swallowed in the river.