Chapter 65 You Are The Shadow Of Childhood, Right? "A bunch of nasty rats!"
The curator holding the iron pipe stared at the falling elevator with a grim expression.
Then he saw a man's body lying on the top of the elevator.
Withdrawing his gaze, he glanced at the floor indicator panel of the elevator again.
"On the first floor?"
The curator murmured, then turned his head to look at the stairwell, "It's not so easy to escape."
Ran all the way from the third floor to the first floor.
The curator wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the iron door that the elevator was about to reach, and sneered: "I finally caught up with it."
After a while, there was a ding sound.
The curator who heard the sound immediately stepped forward.
After opening the elevator door with his bare hands, he took out the iron rod behind him and shouted into the elevator: "Wake up! You damn little mice!"
However, this sound screamed loneliness.
There was no one in the falling elevator.
"Gone?"
Looking at the empty elevator in front of him, the curator was surprised.
When he came back to his senses, he murmured: "It seems that we are going down halfway?"
"What a clever little mouse!"
As he said that, he pressed the emergency brake button of the elevator, with a gloomy expression on his face, "Without the elevator, no matter how smart you little mice are, you're nothing more than turtles in the urn!"
"Da da da…………"
At this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.
Is there anyone else besides those little mice? The curator frowned.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black, big, and unusually thick thing coming into his sight.
It's a wooden knife!
"Snapped!"
"what!"
The muffled sound was mixed with screams.
Just when he turned around, he was slashed in the face by a certain old Liu.
Stimulated by severe pain, he covered his head, his expression distorted, and he let out a painful cry while slowly retreating towards the elevator behind him.
The big iron rod in his hand also fell to the ground, making a metallic crisp sound.
When the pain gradually faded away, he raised his head ferociously and looked in front of him.
I saw a young man in a black suit and vest standing at the elevator door with a wooden knife in his hand.
For some reason, he always felt that the glasses the young man was wearing before his eyes were flashing with a cold white light.
He turned his gaze to the big iron pipe outside the elevator, and then glanced at the wooden knife in the young man's hand.
Well, I can't beat it! Make a quick decision and turn off the switch.
But when the button is pressed, there is no response.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have stopped the elevator just now! It's over, it's done!
Under the surprised eyes of the curator, Fujino raised the wooden knife in his hand again...
In the middle of the night, the sound of wailing echoed in the library.
The mournful cries made those who heard them sad and those who heard them shed tears.
I don't know, I thought someone was killing pigs.
Listening to the tragic cries, the children hiding on the second floor trembled.
But Conan was very brave. He picked up a flower pot and groped in the direction of the sound.
Then, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
In the dim elevator room, a man was holding a stick-like object and violently hitting another man on the head.
While knocking, he muttered in his mouth: "Is it just your childhood shadow?" "Is your eyes glowing red?"
Who the hell is that person? Knocking like this can kill someone! Could it be that someone was killed by the curator again?
Withdrawing his thoughts, Conan frowned.
Without hesitation, he leaned down lightly to shift the gear of his football shoes, and kicked straight at the flower pot that had just been placed on the ground.
boom! There was a loud noise and lightning flashed everywhere.
The flowerpot flew directly behind the man who was committing violence.
Hearing the crackling sound, Fujino, who was making up the knife, suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
Under the strengthening effect, he subconsciously dodged to the side.
Then, a flower pot exploded in the elevator lobby.
If you get hit by this blow, you might die, right? Fujino stared at the fragments of flower pots on the ground, and couldn't help swallowing.
He already knew who was behind the sneak attack.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Conan wearing a classic blue suit with his sneakers still smoking.
"Fujino?!"
Through the faint light, Conan recognized who the man who was committing violence was.
Not Fujino, who else could it be? At this time, Fujino couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly when he looked at Conan standing in front of him.
This little brat wants to repay kindness with hatred, right? Thinking about it, he couldn't help clenching the wooden knife in his hand a little bit.
Seeing Fujino with bad eyes.
A little cold sweat broke out on Conan's back.
He looked at Fujino as if he was about to knock himself to death, and didn't know what to say.
Scratching the back of his head, he fell silent.
pretend to be "Speaking of Fujino, why are you here?"
After a moment, Conan, who had recovered from his embarrassment, asked Fujino.
The doubt in the eyes is self-evident.
"I just heard a scream from here, so I came here..."
With that said, Fujino stepped forward, rubbed Conan's dog's head hard, lifted it up, and educated him: "Also, how many times have I told you that children should use honorifics when calling their elders!"
"Yes! Fujino, Pigeon."
Conan wanted to struggle, but he calmed down after glancing at the curator who was foaming from the beating.
He showed a lifeless expression.
numb.
After tossing Conan for a while, after avenging the flowerpot revenge just now.
Fujino turned to Conan and asked, "So little brother Conan, why are you here at such a late hour...and what's going on with that old man who beats up whenever he sees anyone."
"It's the curator!"
Conan pointed at the library director who was foaming at the mouth, "He was doing drug dealing in the library, and he even killed a person who bumped into his drug dealing!"
"Is there such a thing?"
Fujino pretended to be surprised.
"That's right!"
Conan nodded triumphantly.
Then he pointed to the elevator: "That person's body is on the top of the elevator."
"Since the person was killed because of drugs."
Then, Fujino paused, and continued to ask Conan: "What about the drugs?"
"Drugs are in the children's library."
"He hid the drug behind a bookshelf, wrapped in a book, so it wouldn't be found."
"So this is ah."
Fujino smiled and nodded.
Half an hour later, Mu Mu Thirteen arrived belatedly.
As for why I was late, the explanation was that there was a traffic jam.
Actually who knows? I can only say that it is efficient. If you are really in danger, it is better to fight back on your own.
Wait for the police? It is estimated that when the police arrived at the scene, the reporter was already dead...
That's it, according to Fujino's testimony.
The police found the victim's body on the top of the elevator, and in turn, found a large amount of drugs in the children's library.
This made Mu Mu Shisan very excited.
The back of an entire bookshelf is full of drugs!
Although the amount here is not as much as that on Moon Shadow Island, it is still a great achievement!
(End of this chapter)