Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 707 Where is the Destination?

The brave man who stepped onto the stairs smiled brightly, and his heterochromatic eyes, which were shrouded in darkness, shone with a somewhat inhuman light.

Vermouth could see the bloodthirstiness and madness hidden behind the other person's smile.

The other party really wanted to kill him.

The man standing on the high ground did not move, as if he was not afraid of the impending danger at all.

Looking at the person whose pace was gradually quickening, Vermouth suddenly spoke:

"Don't you want to know where they are?"

"I don't want to anymore."

"Is it because this thing has a location? Do you think we wouldn't have thought of it?"

There are six steps left.

The brave man holding the long sword gave the other party a gentle smile and said in a vague way:

"Then what makes you think I wouldn't know you killed them all?"

"without,"

"Or rather, they all cut off one arm. Did you do it? Which side do you like?"

The tip of the raised sword pointed directly at Vermouth's shoulder.

The brave man tilted his head slightly as he looked up at her, as if trying to decide which direction to attack from.

"Left? Or right?"

"I didn't do it."

"Oh - a few, grey tones in the darkness? Ha."

The tip of the sword easily passed through the middle of the bracelet in Vermouth's hand.

The metals rubbed against each other with a harsh hissing sound, and after a short period of acceleration, they hit the guard of the sword with a "clang".

"Where are you going? Don't waste your time. My patience has been low lately."

As if he saw that Vermouth was about to say something irrelevant or some nonsense, Yun Xianhe interrupted her coldly.

【Big,】

'Quiet. '

He didn't want to know whose body the bracelet was cut from.

What does it feel like to be threatened by someone smaller than you?

Vermouth didn't know that even the threat from Gin was just a kind of sporadic madness in her eyes, not a real threat.

But now, at this moment, when she looked into those heterochromatic eyes.

She felt threatened, literally,—the threat of death.

If she didn't answer, it seemed that she would really suffer the "dismemberment" that the other party mentioned in the next second.

...This was not what she expected.

However, as an old guy who has lived for so long, the Thousand-Faced Witch is best at disguise.

The person who was threatened with a sword slowly raised his red lips and smiled as if he was going to say something to ease the atmosphere.

But the brave had no patience.

So the moment she uttered the first word, the sharp and cold sword pierced through her left shoulder, carrying her entire body with great force, and slammed into the wall behind her.

The sword was driven in one third.

The sharp pain went straight to her brain, and Vermouth almost screamed.

However, her usual habit made her clench her teeth tightly and swallow back the sound that seemed to be a sign of weakness.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

The brave man thrust the sword in his hand into the wall again, lowered his eyes to glance at the pale-faced man, and smiled maliciously:

"I'm not a good guy in the traditional sense. When facing an enemy, I will choose to kill them directly if it is allowed."

The cold fingers clamped the jawbone, forcing the person with the lowered head to raise it.

Vermouth opened her eyes, enduring the pain, and stared blankly at Yun Xianhe who was so close to her.

The bright red color splashed on the other person's pale cheeks and pure white hair. His eyes were looking down at her without any emotional inclination, which was very similar to a fallen angel statue she had seen before.

At the moment when she was distracted, the hero moved slightly closer.

With a gentle and tender voice, coaxing like a devil from hell:

“Tell me, where’s it.”

The long sword that appeared out of thin air was held in the opponent's empty hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched Vermouth's feet as if threatening.

The slightest movement would result in a wound.

Just apply a little downward force and it will go through.

Not wanting to be nailed here for the whole night, Vermouth curled the corners of her mouth.

She used her intact hand to take out a cell phone from her body and handed it to Yun Xianhe.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue to dispel the trembling feeling due to the pain, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Someone will contact you."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang urgently.

Yun Xianhe glanced at Vermouth, put away the sword in his hand, put on a pair of gloves, then took the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Do as I say."

"If you don't let me see someone within twenty minutes, I will use twenty minutes to find you and kill you."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed choked by Yun Xianhe's words.

After a brief silence, the other party suddenly laughed out loud, his hoarse voice carrying the leisurely feeling of having won:

"Young man, don't get so excited."

"Do you want to see your group's headquarters building turn into fireworks?"

"what?"

"01, two minutes."

This incoherent sentence made the old man on the other end of the phone's brows jump.

He lowered his voice in a somewhat annoyed tone and said to the other end of the phone:

"If you still want to see those who are still alive, do as I say."

Yun Xianhe did not respond.

The room was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the faint, unhealthy breathing sounds coming from the external cell phone microphone.

After trying a little and finding no way to escape directly, Vermouth glanced at Yun Xianhe and felt that the other party seemed to be timing.

The old man lost his patience after not waiting for a response:

"You don't want it anymore? That's right. After all, you are not from here. As long as you leave here, everything can start over again, and you don't have to get involved in these troubles anymore."

"50 seconds."

"…If you don't do what I say, I'll kill one every minute."

The phone was still on, but no one was talking anymore.

The two sides seem to be competing.

But Vermouth felt that the person in front of her didn't mean that, but was genuinely indifferent?

Or, it seemed that the other party did not care about the life or death of those kidnapped people, and seemed to just want to find out the location and then collect the bodies.

This does not match the information they found.

The other party is obviously a guy who cares about those people very much and is willing to die for them.

"Two seconds."

The boy's slightly clearer voice broke the silence.

The old man on the other end of the phone snorted and laughed, as if he wanted to agree:

"Indeed, in 12 seconds, one of your friends will..."

boom! ! !

A loud noise suddenly came from the surveillance screen in the corner.

The air wave, carrying gray-black smoke, rushed straight towards the camera.

After shaking violently, the entire picture suddenly turned into black and white snowflakes, and then turned completely black.

The startled BOSS sat there in a daze, not moving for a long time.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed from the forehead, along the brows to the temples, and finally shattered on the lapel as he swallowed his saliva.

The boy's cold voice came from the microphone of the mobile phone placed on the table:

"Tell me where the destination is. You only have one minute this time."

……madman.