Hello everyone, my name is Yamada Kiko.
I have been able to see ghosts since I was a child. Some of those ghosts were really scary, and some of them died miserably. I was so scared, but I couldn't show it. What if... What if those ghosts came to me?
Although I had told my parents about this, they all looked at me with pity in their eyes and took me to the hospital to get a mental illness. From then on, I never dared to say that I could see ghosts again.
Although I also suspect that I may be suffering from the kind of mental illness where I often have hallucinations, I can still live a good life, at least not in a mental hospital, right?
But one day, I went to the bank to deposit money, and suddenly the bank was robbed again. I squatted carefully in the crowd and held my head, listening to the negotiation between the police and the gangsters. At that time, there were two ghosts in police uniforms flying around above.
Then I saw two ghosts in police uniforms that were flying hurriedly in the sky. Now they were standing not far from me and talking:
"Oops! They planted a bomb! It's in that suitcase!" It was a handsome-looking police officer. He was squatting next to the suitcase, as if he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he passed through.
"They want to blow up this place so they can evacuate. Tsk, there are still two minutes left, and we can't demolish it!" Another curly man wearing sunglasses scratched his hair irritably and squatted there.
I secretly glanced at the leather box only one meter away from me, at the gangsters who had evacuated to the small door and were about to slip away, and then looked back at the people who were holding their heads and dared not move. Then I heard the police shouting from the outside who did not rush in because they were worried about them. In an instant, tears welled up in my eyes.
In that instant, when the two police officers said that there was still one and a half minutes left, I burst out with a strong desire to survive, rushed forward and opened the suitcase, and then took out the newly bought unopened scissors from my pocket. The two police officers were shocked and cried softly:
"Oh, oh, oh, tell me, I'll tear it down."
This is my first time writing about Conan. I haven't read it in a long time. Recently, I mostly read fan fiction. I don't know if I can write it well, so I have to find some information to read. I can't keep up with the progress. So why is Conan not finished yet?
Cp... Let's just say zero. Who can resist a handsome and patriotic policeman? The main reason is that this is a script that cannot be resurrected, but you can see it.
Ps: Another Conan idea came out:
"My meal ticket can't be lost" CP is Jingmaomao~
Concept: light visible in darkness
