Her ribs were faintly visible.
Her features possessed a clear, handsome elegance, her black short hair was left unstyled, looking somewhat messy; her eyebrows were thick, dark, slender, her eyes were somewhat round, giving him a childish cuteness under normal circumstances; a band-aid was stuck on her prominent bridge of the nose. She looked as if he hadn't woken up yet, her lip color was pale, her back was slightly hunched, occasionally stray strands of hair fell over her eyes, obscuring her black eyes.
At first glance, he appeared to be the handsome and cute type of youth.
Unfortunately, the young man's stature was tall and slender, looking lean and capable. The corners of her eyes slightly upturned, he would reveal a hint of coldness when he narrowed her eyes and composed her expression. Expressionless, he had an air of 'mortals, stay away from me,' and her black eyes were exceptionally cold, like a frozen lake that never thaws, as clear as ice and jade.
The black-haired man, who had already quietly found a seat after boarding the tram before him, narrowed his green eyes. After a moment of doubt and surprise, his sharp eyes flashed with a sense of coldness and danger.
This bit of vigilance was well-hidden, combined with the fact that the man himself looked like someone not to be trifled with, no one noticed for a moment.
The black-haired, black-eyed youth also seemed oblivious to this scattered hostility. With a cold expression, he walked calmly to a corner of the Tram, sat down quietly, remained speechless.
"The people getting on the tram.. all seem a bit strange.." Niwang Yaji muttered in a low voice.
He was only in his early twenties; seeing one or two rather mysterious passengers, he felt no fear, but rather a sense of curiosity.
Gossiping behind someone's back is never a good thing after all; Yaji's words were merely a casual complaint, devoid of any malice, only Nana, who was by her side, heard it.
Nana blinked her eyes and subconsciously gripped Niwang's sleeve.
—and then, he gripped her hand in return.
Sensing the Black-haired man's vigilance, the Blonde-haired woman cast a discreet glance toward him. She caught sight of the Black-haired man and also surreptitiously observed the Black-haired black-eyed youth.
The youth closed his eyes, as if he were resting.
This vantage point offers an interesting view.
It was so interesting that the moment the youth opened his eyes, he could see Haibara Ai, wearing a red coat and trembling.
Conan stood in front of the girl in red, doing his utmost to shield her vision.
At the same time, he was also using his peripheral vision to observe this group of 'passengers' boarding the Tram.
..
Meanwhile, the two youths sitting at the very front, who appeared to be just an ordinary couple, were whispering to each other.
“Let's get off at the next station..” Nana whispered, her voice barely audible.
The more she looked at him, the more familiar the Masked man seemed—unfortunately, she simply could not remember who he was, so she could only reluctantly give up.
—I'll think about it when I get home QAQ
However, one can never be too careful, she still did not dare to gamble on the chance that man was not part of the Black Organization—she could manage on her own, but she could not rest easy with Yaji by her side.
If she were all alone, she would never leave—ever since Gin had told her bits and pieces of information about the Black Organization, she had become increasingly stubborn.
But.. Yaji is here too.
I cannot take him to risk.
Yaji looked at Nana's seemingly drowsy appearance, seemingly misunderstanding something, gently pinched her girlfriend's cheek: "Okay, let's go home."
Nana: "??"
Nana looked at her Boyfriend in silence, her gaze appearing slightly conflicted.
In the next second, she sighed inwardly.
Forget it, as long as the Target is achieved.
At worst, she could just explain it after getting off the tram.
Thus, the carefree Nani girl stopped obsessing over it, leaning back decisively against the Tram seat, waiting peacefully for the arrival of the next station..
.. arriving..
However, the Black-haired female detective, who had made all his plans, did not know that what she was about to encounter was not a smooth plan to go home and sleep, but a Tram robber.
—The unluckiest Tram robber in history.
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Author's Note: (1) Judy's character setting is an American girl.. but her pronunciation when she speaks English is really hilarious. By the way, the foreign language dubbing in Detective Conan is all quite awkward..
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Chapter 132 Chapter 116 "Hashimoto! Someone else is dead.."
Seeing the ferocious Tram robber appear out of nowhere, Nana's heart was collapsing.
—Wait.. wait a minute! So that sense of foreboding I had before came from them? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
—Can't I just have a normal, ordinary daily life? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
I have to say, Nani girl, you are truly too sweet.
The group of children in the back row, who had just been chatting happily, were now all silent as cicadas. Among them, a Little girl who looked quite cute and seemed to be named Ayumi looked at the Old man and the other two children with a tearful, crumpled face.
Professor.. Conan.. Haibara Ai.. what should we do..
Conan?
Hearing that name, Nana subconsciously thought of the complete works of Sherlock Holmes that she had been cramming through a few days ago.
—It seems this child's parents are also mystery novel fans.
—Otherwise, they wouldn't have given the child such a name.
She subconsciously analyzed it in her mind, then shook her head violently, thinking to herself that she shouldn't be worrying about such trivialities at a time like this.
After scolding herself a few times, Nana pulled herself together and prepared to observe these three Robbers—
Then she discovered that Yaji was imperceptibly shielding her behind her.
Al.. although I am moved, really.. Yaji, you don't have to protect me like this. I should still be able to help in some way.
Even with those thoughts, Nana still briefly fell into a dilemma over whether or not she should pull Yaji away.
Before she could reach a conclusion to her dilemma, the rustling sounds from behind her—the frequent friction of fabric against the Tram seat—caught her attention.
She hesitated for a moment, then looked back.
It was a little boy who looked as if he were trying very hard to shrink herself away.
The Boy looked to be about ten years old, short in stature, with slightly messy hair that clearly hadn't been well-groomed, with even some medium-length bangs covering half of her face. She even looked somewhat disheveled; not only was he curled into herself, but he was also wearing nothing but a worn, blue-gray denim jacket, her cropped trousers left a section of her Shin exposed.
Even so, he did not look weak or frail.
Just a tiny figure huddled in the Tram seat, looking quite heartbreaking.
Nana lowered her voice: "Don't be too afraid.. Don't worry, we will get out of this safely."
Actually, she didn't have much confidence in whether they could escape safely, but as an adult comforting a child.. she had to say something reassuring.
I can't exactly say, "Sorry, although I don't know if we can escape, looking at the Robbers' intentions, we might just face a direct game over, but don't be afraid, because being afraid won't help.."
This is the kind of thing Zhenjun would say—and without the "sorry" prefix.
She certainly knew how devastating such words could be! Especially when the target was a ten-year-old child! She herself didn't start receiving such "advice" until she was fourteen!
The little boy looked up at her.
For a moment, Nana wondered if her initial judgment had been incorrect—although this child did not appear very calm, he was clearly not overly panicked either.
The child's tender Voice slowly rose. Perhaps because the patting had startled the Robber, his voice was not particularly loud, he even deliberately lowered it: "I'm not afraid.. I just feel a bit unwell."
Nana blinked her eyes. Given the current situation.. she pulled herself together and asked carefully, "Where do you feel unwell? Is it very uncomfortable?"
Not too uncomfortable.." the Boy answered slowly, her eyes half-lidded. "Big Sister doesn't need to worry about me, I've already taken my medicine.
Nana felt slightly relieved and let out a breath. "That's good, get some good rest.." Then she suddenly realized she couldn't say anything more useful, so she could only end with a somewhat worried, "It's okay to lean against the backrest if you're feeling unwell."
The Boy smiled at her.
Nana had just turned her head back when she accidentally locked eyes with that cold, black-haired black-eyed youth from before.
The youth's face remained expressionless; even when faced with such a sudden situation, no trace of panic appeared on his features. He simply sat there with a cold indifference, from his eyes to his hair, exuding an air of disdain.
Nana: …………
She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Sometimes, there is only a fine line between being an idiot and being incredibly powerful.
Although the Black-haired youth's current behavior truly resembled the former, Nana felt intuitively that he was the latter—of course, considering her personal safety and her current situation, she hoped the Black-haired youth was the latter.
The moment their eyes met with Dan Nani, the youth blinked, but he seemed to have nothing to express, simply looking at him in such a simple manner.
Nana shuddered, giving him a slightly trembling smile before turning her head completely back to the front.
Better keep an eye on the Robbers..
This is for the sake of my own safety; I need to find a way to escape..
It was definitely not because the pressure from the youth just now was too great! It definitely wasn't!
Then Nana discovered to her surprise that she actually didn't need to do anything.
—Winning by lying down is sometimes just that simple.
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Having personally witnessed the entire process of the Robbers being pinned to the ground and crushed by the Eyeglasses elementary student + English teacher + Mysterious passenger +.. Nana expressed her reaction..
Although Nana noticed when that Eyeglasses elementary student was passing on information at first, at the time she only remarked: This child has a sharp mind; we are quite lucky.
—And then she was proven wrong.
This combo was incredibly exquisite, the timing was perfectly executed; the performance of the protagonists was truly breathtaking.
Judge Nana gave a high score of 82, the remaining points were returned to them in the form of 666.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
It seems it wasn't that we were lucky, but rather that the Robbers were unlucky.
To be honest, at first she focused all her attention on the Robbers, but her gaze was gradually drawn away by the brilliant actions of those people, until the ferocious Robbers ran in her direction, seemingly intending to take her hostage.
After all, the Robbers didn't seem able to provoke that foreign female teacher named Judy.
But to be fair, one only had to look at Niwang Yaji standing in front of Nana, look at the racket Niwang Yaji had already drawn, look at the narrowed eyes of this tennis rising star.