MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 62 how did i survive

This pavilion just uses dim lighting to highlight the theme of "hell".

That doesn't mean it doesn't have lights.

Shiraishi turned on the switch.

The light, as bright as day, shot down directly, causing the eyes of Boss Manaka and Curator Ochiai to bloom at the same time.

Under the difficult gaze of the two, Shiraishi walked to the side of "God's Punishment" and reached out to the side of the picture frame.

"I'll come, let me come!" Curator Ochiai suddenly stood up amidst the sound of jingle bells.

He dragged a heavy suit of armor and stood in front of the painting.

Shiraishi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and groping around the frame.

Soon, his hand stopped, and the whole person froze in place.

—Under his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly depressed.

Curator Ochiai's hands slowly began to tremble, the dream... seems to be in line with reality?

He raised his head and finally looked at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time, the "God Punishment" that made him proud and painful, and pushed it down heavily.

click, click—

The mechanism in the frame has not been damaged over time.

It burst open in the middle to reveal the pastel-toned painting inside—exactly the same as they had seen in the "dream."

"...It's actually true." Curator Ochiai's voice trembled, his old hands groping for the frame, repeating over and over again, "It's actually true!"

Boss Zhenzhong stared blankly for a while, then looked at Bai Shi: "Why do you know this?"

He suddenly asked again: "If I had said the right thing back then, would everything have ended like... in my dream?"

"The past is over, there is no if." Shiraishi held up the mask and said in the eyes of the two that quickly dimmed, "Treasure the moment more, she said, she will feel sad when she sees your expressions now. ."

The air was silent for a moment.

After a while, the two finally realized what was wrong in this sentence, and looked at Bai Shi together: "What do you mean?... She can see us!?"

"Of course." The corners of Shiraishi's lips twitched, revealing the mysterious smile that he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror during his junior high school days.

He looked to the side and turned his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully, but in reality, Shiraishi was just acting against the air.

After a while, he turned around again and said in a repeater-like tone:

"She's been staying by this painting. She's glad you guys can come and see her. Besides, what she just heard in the 'dream' is what she wanted to tell you. I just magnified her ability as a soul...! "

Shiraishi's tone was imperceptible.

—Where he looked, the air stirred slightly, and a silhouette with short shoulder-length hair slowly emerged.

The thin figure tilted her head to look at him, as if she was standing in the sun smiling, and then she raised her hand and gave Shiraishi a high five to celebrate.

A small translucent fragment flew from her body and fell into the light screen that suddenly popped up.

Shiraishi lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, he saw that the shadow emerging from the painting slowly faded and finally disappeared.

…

a few minutes ago.

Conan struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were full of scarlet.

Dazed and half-squinted, he lay down for several seconds, and everything that happened before he lost consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

Combined with the **** color in front of him, Conan's first reaction was—blood flowed into his eyes.

After being sobered up by this fact, he felt it carefully, but found that other than the numbness all over his body, there didn't seem to be any special pain, and he couldn't smell blood.

Looking around again, Conan slowly realized that this weird red color was caused by the light penetrating the obstruction above him.

- He was placed under an upside-down bucket.

Conan stared at the bucket, unable to react for a while.

He closed his eyes reluctantly at that time, and never thought that he would be able to wake up again - even if he could, he must have been rescued by a thread in the midst of Maorilan's crying and the ear-piercing whistle of the ambulance.

But now, let alone dead, he wasn't injured at all.

What the **** is the man in black doing? Don't stop talking... Isn't he afraid that the murder will be told by himself?

However, strictly speaking, I didn't see the corpse, just saw a lot of blood stains on the kitchen knife.

Thinking of the terrifying kitchen knife, Conan thought again, now is not the time to lie here and think about the other party's motives - if someone is really cut by a man in black, it may be too late to save them immediately.

As for hacking... The man in black didn't silence himself, so he shouldn't commit that kind of crime.

The impression score, which was as low as -1000, finally slowly rose back a little.

With the plan in place, Conan tries to sit up.

But the water pipes tied to him and the buckets that restricted his legs greatly hindered his movements.

A few minutes later, Conan finally got rid of the shackles, moved his arms, pushed away a bucket much larger than him, and sat up.

Legs and arms were still numb, Conan took a step and let out a sigh, but insisted on taking a look at all the surrounding compartments.

No dead bodies, no wounded.

...not even a drop of blood.