Conan: Qinyang Sorrow

"You have thought about it, eleven." Belmode smiled, with an incomprehensible emotion flashing in his eyes. "Yeah. I want to make a decision on this person." The flying knife struck hard on a photo of a young man in the newspaper. "Organized, silver bullet." Don't be a noob, don't abuse the master. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.