Detective Conan's Exchange

This world is so unfair.

"Go to hell!"

Lid Komaba's legs were so fast that people could not see clearly, and turned into an afterimage to kick the "man" in the head.

"boom!"

This "person" blocked with his hands, but was still kicked to one side by the powerful force.

But it supported its body with its hands, and at the same time its feet left the ground and kicked directly towards Komaba Lead.

"boom!"

Komaba Lid was kicked and flew out.

From the corner of his eye, watching the girl's back further and further away, Lied Komaba's eyes flashed with relief.

"boom!"

The body directly hit the wall, and then fell to the ground.

Lid Komaba couldn't hold on to it, opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

It seems that it has been a long time since someone vomited blood.

And this is just a blow.

However, Komaba Lid will not sit and wait for death.

"You bastard!"

Enduring the pain and got up.

During the battle of life and death, I don’t have time to bother about pain and the like, and I don’t have time to think about so many consequences. If I get knocked down, I have to stand up until the other person is knocked down, or even killed. Yourself.

"Die me!"

Lied Komaba roared and rushed towards the "person" again.

"Boom!"

...

run!Keep running!Keep running!

Fremea has been running forward with her head down, tears already covering her cheeks.

But she didn't dare to stop, because Komaba Lid said, let her run as far as possible.

But she has never hated her incompetence like this.

If she can have the power, if she can have the power to fight, Komaba Ride, and those people, don't have to die.

At least, she doesn't need to run away, but can fight like those people.

It seems that for a long time, she just played the role of being protected, protected by her sister, and protected by these incompetents.

People like Lied Komaba lost their lives to protect her.

So will her sister one day lose her life to protect her?

But now she doesn't have time to think, she just knows to keep running, keep running until...

"boom!"

As if hitting something obstruction, Fremea felt a pain, and the strong reaction force made her fall to the ground.

But she didn't have time to care about her pain, but raised her head and glanced.

It was a young man in a white coat with some doubts on his face.

Then the boy smiled, bent over and stretched out his hand towards her.

"Are you all right, little girl?"

Fremea looked at the young man in a daze. The smile was very sunny and made people feel very comfortable.

But her lack of response seemed to make the teenager a little puzzled, and then she thought of something, then smiled and took out a small notebook from her pocket with a trident logo on it.

That is the sign of the guard.

"I'm a security officer, don't worry, little girl, what's wrong with running so anxiously?"

Fremea looked at this little book.

But she couldn't tell the truth from the false, but since the other party took it out, it must be true.

Therefore, as if grasping the straw, Freimea quickly got up and grabbed the young man's hand, pleading.

"Please, save them! Please!"

"Eh?"

...

Crime scene.

Freymea, returned here again, and brought a teenager named Huanye who claimed to be a guard.

But at this time, it had already become quiet, with only a sway of fire.

It was in an abandoned house on one side, and the burning flame made people feel a little hot.

And Huanya quickly moved out an inhuman body, which was the corpse of Lid Komaba.

Fremea hugged his body, crying silently.

On the other hand, Huanye called the security guard, and looked at Komaba Lid's body somewhat unexpectedly.

Although it was the same, the robot he made was actually killed!

This is really surprising, although the strength of that robot is not too strong.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, the robot is just a one-time item. If it is killed, it saves Magic Night's aftermath.

And it was already on fire at this time, leaving no trace.

The truth of what happened tonight is destined to be buried in the dust of history.