Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

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"Che, this is too ridiculous." Otoi Hiroshi pouted.

Unfortunately, the voice of Noah's ark no longer appeared, directly ignoring his unhappiness.

"Otoi-san, what's next?" Moriland and Suzuki Sonoko leaned in.

This time the mission is much simpler than the previous two worlds, but it also proves the danger.

At such moments, everyone faintly pinned their hopes on Hiroshi Otoi.

After all, his performance in the first two worlds already speaks for itself.

"If the pirate world tests our courage and unity, the Paris Dakar Rally tests our own abilities."

"So in this world, what does Mr. Yusaku Kudo think as a stage designer? Or what does Noah's Ark want to see? Hiroshi Otoi said to himself.

He set his gaze on Conan, "Can you think of anything?"

Conan shook his head, "But since it says that every world has a person who helps us, maybe we can find a breakthrough point in this person."

"The person who helped us in the first world had to say Captain Brad, but why didn't anyone show up in the second world?"

"Could it be because the rally trigger is after failure?" Haihara suddenly spoke, "Maybe the rally tests something else, and this trigger condition is defeat." Shouldn't having the courage to win the championship after defeat be the way the story should be?

"Perhaps, neither Mr. Kudo Yusaku nor Noah's Ark thought that we would win directly."

"Xiao Moi's analysis makes sense, in short, let's take a step by step, and everyone pays attention to whether there are any special roles."

As soon as Otoi Hiroshi finished speaking, he heard a heavy muffled sound, only to see that the pitch-black passage in front of him gradually brightened with the opening of the iron gate not far away.

With a heavy sound of footsteps, a Roman guard approached the prison door, "Slave, stand up and follow me."

"Slaves? Who? Otoi Hiroshi asked suspiciously.

The guard held out his finger, "It's you." "

Me?" Otoi pointed his index finger at himself with interest, "Okay, I'll go with you." Opening

the door, Otoi Hiroshi walked to the door, and Haibara said worriedly, "Be careful."

Otoi Hiroshi shrugged, "Don't worry, even if you let me go directly to the gladiatorial arena, it doesn't matter."

"Gotta come back!" Sonoko Suzuki looked at him.

"It will."

Seeing the guard's eyes, he was already a little impatient, and Otoi Hiroshi could only drag the heavy bracelet and leg cuffs out.

After all, according to his understanding, the Roman guards were usually opposed to the gladiators, because their task was to imprison and manage these gladiators, and if they resisted too much, I am afraid that they would suffer more.

Otoi Hiroshi disappeared from sight with the guards, the gate closed in the distance, darkness struck again, and an inexplicable feeling appeared in everyone's hearts.

If Hiroshi Otoi, who is the backbone of the main heart, is eliminated, there is really no hope....

"Speaking of what kind of place the Colosseum was, although I occasionally hear this word, I only know that it is a precious World Heritage Site." Sonoko Suzuki scratched her head and thought.

"More often, it was known as the Colosseum, a place in the ancient Roman Empire dedicated to slave owners, nobles and freemen to watch the fighting beasts or slave fights."

"From the outside, it's perfectly circular, and when overlooked, it's oval. It covers an area of about 20,000 square meters, with a long axis length of about 188 meters, a short axis length of about 156 meters, a circular circumference of about 527 meters, and a wall height of about 57 meters, this huge building can accommodate nearly 90,000 spectators.

"The most important thing is that the gladiators who participate fight a beast until they die."

Haibara said lightly as he hugged his arm.

"Huh?! And the beast? Suzuki Sonoko's mind couldn't help but think of the scene when she was torn apart by a beast with a heavy sword that she couldn't lift.

"Sister Yuanzi, don't worry, there are also gladiatorial fights between slaves and slaves." Conan comforted.

"But," Haibara spoke again with a gloomy face, "even a gladiatorial battle between slaves and slaves is fought until one of them dies. "

Hey, why are you saying such heartshaking words..." said Conan with his hands raised and said helplessly.

"If you don't even know the basic rules, then the end will be even more miserable after you play. And according to what the guards said just now, these people who are present here are probably slaves who are about to go on the field. After that, Haibara's mournful gaze once again looked at the closed door in the distance.

"Everyone calm down, I think Otoi-san will definitely have a way." Maori Lan comforted.

"This young lady is right, what can we do? It's better to rest here honestly and wait for that big brother to come and save us." "The stars Xiushu simply lay directly on the hay on the ground.

"Hideki..." Kikukawa Kiyoichiro held out his hand.

"By the way, did you drive before?" Hideki looked at him with doubtful eyes.

Kikukawa Kiyoichiro was stunned there

, "I, I..." "Forget it, it's not important, it's better to worry about how to get through the situation in front of you." Hideki closed his eyes and rolled over to lie on his side.

......

As the guards walked out of the gate, loud shouts and beast-like roars rang out around the arena, and the undried blood on the ground proved that a fight had just taken place here.

The scene in front of him was so real, the crazy shouting spectators, and the huge amphitheater in front of him, the legendary Colosseum was unfolded in front of him.

And inside this ornate building, a truly brutal killing feast was carried out.

"Go, slave." The guard shoved him.

Otoi Hiroshi glared at him fiercely, and the guards were frightened by his cold eyes and retreated one after another.

"You can only be arrogant for a while, your opponent but..."

Otoi Hiroshi ignored him, but motioned for him to open the shackles on his body.

The guards resisted the urge to draw their swords and kill him, unchaining and handcuffing him – which he did not dare to do, of course.

After all, every slave was the property of the slave owner.

Moreover, this slave was still the property of the Julius family.

Otoi moved his somewhat stiff wrist and looked at the weapon he could use.

A stout wooden stick and a long rusty knife.

"It's really different from what I imagined..." [

Question: Can you praise me?] 】