[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

The Dream Witch leaned close to his ear and said, "Donor, let go. I will take you out of the house to wash away the sins you have committed."

"Donor, are you afraid of being tickled? Let me tickle you."

Amuro Toru raised both of his hands, and the Dream Witch tickled him easily. Originally, she would not be felt when she touched others, thanks to a certain product in the system mall - the physical potion: after the Dream Witch took it, except that she could not be seen and could not pick up things larger than her palm, the rest was almost the same as the physical state.

A bottle of potion can last for a day, and it is not very expensive. The Dream Witch bought it early this morning to experience it, so when she saw Conan's stupid hair on his head, she wanted to pull it to scare him.

The topic has gone too far, back to reality.

Amuro Toru did not seem to be afraid of being tickled, and the Dream Witch leaned close again and said, "Donor, why don't you look back at me? I don't believe you have nothing in your eyes."

Amuro Toru finally couldn't help it, and looked back to see who it was, but saw nothing.

"Donor, am I beautiful?" Some cold breath sprinkled in his ears, proving that something was indeed speaking to him.

Amuro Toru's pupils trembled, and Amuro revealed Bourbon pupils.

The novelist captured this expression and increased the force again.

"Donor, please pay attention to me, my heart is so painful, my dead ghost ignores me all day long, I have to find you to relieve my boredom." The dream witch was happy and continued to output.

Matsuda Eiji couldn't see the situation in front of him, thinking that a female member of the fifth personality was harassing Amuro Toru, until a faint light came over, he saw only a man and a woman in front of him. His first reaction was that the novelist would change his voice, but the female voice continued to speak, and Amuro Toru and the novelist's mouths did not move.

Matsuda Eiji: Is it fake? There must be some small device, the world is scientific!

Conan finally got here, and seeing that Toru Amuro was in a bad situation, he aimed an anesthetic needle at Eiji Matsuda. Eiji Matsuda was still in the process of reshaping his worldview, and he was not very prepared for Conan, so he was shot as expected.

After a while, Eiji Matsuda couldn't control his body and fell to the ground. Without Eiji Matsuda's other hand to control him, Toru Amuro felt much more relaxed. He didn't think about the sound in his ears and the feeling of being poked on his body. He chopped the novelist with his right hand, trying to knock her out.

The Dream Witch first went around Conan, turned off the light of his watch, took off his watch and football belt, and said: "Don't be naughty, big detective."

After that, she hurried to Amuro Toru's side: "Donor, play with me here!"

The Dream Witch squatted down and hugged Amuro Toru's legs tightly: "Donor, you smell so good, it's the smell of gardenia. I will plant 99 square meters of heart-shaped gardenias for you in the underworld."

Amuro Toru felt the veins on his forehead jumping. He felt that he was seriously harassed. His legs were entangled, and his hands had to deal with the novelist. If he didn't pay attention, he might fall.

Conan's mind was circulating: Who was that just now? She knows the props on me and calls me a 'big' detective. Does she know my real identity? Who is she from? Is she from the fifth personality? Is their goal this suitcase?

The man with glasses was not far away, and it was rare that he felt that the sense of being watched was gone.

He saw that the situation on Amuro Toru's side seemed not good, and wanted to go to support him, but a man kept attacking him with a sword. If it weren't for Gil arriving in time, he might have died.

The tip of the sword passed over his face, and a layer of "skin" loosened, but there was no blood. He pulled off the disguise mask, revealing the bright and beautiful face underneath.

The prisoner thought: It's really Vermouth. Sorry, it's not that I don't have martial ethics later, but I can't bear to hurt people, so. Accept the electric shock!

He slapped Vermouth's back with a knife, and then instantly increased the current. Vermouth trembled twice and fell to the ground.

Gil wanted to pull two men in black to block it. She knew she couldn't beat them. Instead of suffering physical pain, it's better to kill with a knife and lose some people from the Black Organization.

However, the prisoner was extremely fast, and the blade of the knife hit Gil's side in a flash, and continued to discharge electricity--

Gil: This knife is actually loaded with an electric shock device, too insidious!

She and Belmode fell together, neither of them fainted, but they were temporarily unable to move.

The prisoner waved his sleeves, leaving no trace, and rushed to the place where there were many men in black, shining brightly, and blue arcs appeared from time to time.

The philanthropist controlled his position, walked to the lone man in black, turned on the flashlight, and then took advantage of the gap when the other party was blinded to stun the other party with his knife, and repeated this.

The magician first attracted the attention of a man in black, led him to a corner, and suddenly performed a great resurrection for him, and thenAttack him from behind.

I have to admire that this is the world of science. It seems that there is a switch at the back of people's necks. Just hitting it can make the other party fall into a coma.

The mercenary thought that no one could see it anyway. After knocking down a man in black, he used his wrist guard to bounce to the next man in black and make a quick decision.

The priest sat in the back and looked at the overall situation. As most of the men in black fell, he asked the prisoners to support the novelist. Amuro Toru and the novelist were now playing tug-of-war. The two of them held the suitcase and refused to let go, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Novelist: Can't let go, otherwise Amuro Toru will probably break free from the Dream Witch quickly and disappear in a flash.

Amuro Toru: Can't let go. If the things fall into the hands of the novelist, it may not be possible to get them back.

Someone ran over. Is it Vermouth? Amuro Toru glanced at it. It was a strange man. He remembered that this time Vermouth was disguised as a man, so it should be her.

What to do? It would be bad if the things fell into the hands of the Black Organization or the Fifth Personality.

"Vermouth." Amuro Toru called out this name, and the prisoner immediately realized that he had recognized the wrong person, so he said: "I'll help you."

He stood next to Amuro Toru, put his hand on his hand, and said in Amuro Toru's strange eyes: "Let go." The strong electric current stimulated Amuro Toru's hand, and in just three seconds, he lost most of his consciousness due to paralysis.

The novelist successfully snatched the suitcase, and she immediately ran away. Amuro Toru knew that the prisoner was not Vermouth, but it was too late. He couldn't use his hands now, and his legs were also held by an unknown thing.

Vermouth and Gil watched this scene with mixed feelings. They understood that Amuro Toru didn't mean it.

In the eyes of the few ordinary people, there were occasional sounds of fists hitting flesh since the lights went out, and the person holding the flashlight didn't know what was going on, shining here and there.

Occasionally, you can see a flash of blue electric arcs, which makes some people think that some electrical appliances are broken. They want to grope their way out, but they are afraid of being affected by the fight.

The actor who watched all this on the stage quietly left: his mission has been completed, and the things have been handed over to the people of the Black Organization. As for the follow-up, it is none of his business. Next, he has to hide in the crowd.

[Prophet (Priest): The things are in hand, and we can leave. There are a lot of people on the cruise ship. In order to prevent being seen carrying the suitcase to my room, the novelist, you throw it into the sea, and then the fisherwoman takes it away.

Novel creator (novelist): Why not just make a hole?

Prophet (Priest): The mission over there is more needed by the Night Watch, and throwing it into the sea has other benefits. As long as someone sees you carrying things over there, the people of the Black Organization will focus on that side.

Novel creator (novelist): OK, I'll go now.

Blind teacher (blind girl): When I was knocking on the blind stick on the 4th floor, I found that a member of the organization was closer to me, on the 5th floor. I suspect he is Sake. Should we catch him?

Prophet (priest): Forget it. It is not easy to take him away if we catch him here. You and the adventurer can take a picture of him and send it to the brain channel at any opportunity. He is quite mysterious in the organization. We didn’t know any information about him before.

Antique collector (antique dealer): I was excited for nothing. I didn’t contribute much to this mission.

Man codenamed Electric Eel (prisoner): At least I saved the stick.

Uncommon high school student (adventurer): It’s okay. I didn’t contribute much. I didn’t help much this time, but maybe I can next time.

Antique collector (antique dealer): But I am also quite good at fighting. Why didn’t the priest arrange for me to come to the theater?

Prophet (priest): Yesterday I predicted that your fortune in the next three days will be slightly bad, so I want to avoid you going to dangerous places.

Antique Collector (Antique Dealer): Well, it seems I have to be more careful.

Unscientific Mermaid (Fisherwoman): I'm near the cruise ship. Novelist, you can throw whatever you want. I can see it, even though the weather is bad. 】

The novelist ran up to the 13th floor. The door to the outdoor swimming pool was locked at this time. Gritting her teeth, she spent ten tokens to buy a master key in the system mall, and then successfully opened the door.

The strong wind blew her hair back, and big raindrops soaked her whole body. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was gloomy and cloudy.

The novelist came to the railing, found a more suitable position to throw the suitcase down, then returned to the corridor to lock the door again, quietly sneaked into a toilet cubicle, and spent the waste tokens to buy clothes and dry towels again.

Novelist: My poor tokens! Forget it, if God wants to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first spend her life, cut off her financial path, and hurt her heart.It's okay.

In the theater, the lights flickered twice and then came on. The staff's apology sounded on the radio. Everyone looked left and right. There were only a few men in black lying on the ground. Most of them left on their own or were taken away by those who had better relationships.

Fortunately, the five public security officers who disguised themselves as members of the Black Organization were all electrocuted and left here after a while. Otherwise, if they were found to be wrong, Amuro Toru would be suspected.

Because Conan's watch was taken away and he couldn't light up, he didn't know what happened later. It seemed that Vermouth came and asked Mr. Amuro to let go, and then she should have taken the suitcase away.

Why do I always feel that something is weird? According to the known development, it is not that the game contact and the fifth personality have an unspeakable transaction, but that the Black Organization and the unknown object have discovered this, and the fifth personality has decided to intercept it. What will be in the suitcase? It's so painful. I was clearly at the scene, but I know so little.