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

I saw Otoi Hiroshi stretch out his hand again and slowly tear off the mask on his face, revealing the exact same face as Caesar inside.

"Your Excellency, Archon, are you still satisfied?"

Caesar's eyes froze, "In Rome, those old fellows in the senate, dressed in bright robes, say that they are for the good of the country, but they are doing things that play with power behind their backs.

Otoi saluted again, "I need a list and a promise from you."

"You should know that even if you do that, Pompey will still be an indispensable force for me."

A smile curled at the corner of Otoihiro's mouth: "When you gain power, there will be countless Pompeys around, I think you should know this."

Caesar turned his head and looked out the window, "Tomorrow when the sun rises, I hope to see your successful return, then I will cancel her wedding with Pompey and promise her to you."

"Happy to serve you, Your Excellency, Archon."

......

"It's been two days, and Brother Otoi hasn't come back yet..." Mitsuhiko leaned against the cold wall and hugged his knees.

Yuantai suddenly turned his head: "Don't say these demoralizing words, he will definitely come back."

"Really?" Zhuxing Xiuki lay on the hay and cocked Erlang's legs, "He hasn't come back for so long, I'm afraid he has long been eliminated."

"You guy, are you going to fight?!" Motata said with a clenched fist.

In his mind, Hiroshi Otoi is omnipotent and absolutely does not allow anyone to discredit him.

Although he is always fierce on weekdays, he will often bring them food, and when things happen, as long as he is by their side, everyone will be safe and sound.

"Motota..." Morilan stood between Genta and the stars Hideki, "Otoi-san will come back, and believe in yourself, even if he is really eliminated, we will definitely be able to go to the end and rescue him." "

Who the hell designed this damn plot?" said Sonoko Suzuki, clutching the cold iron guardrail and sighing with her head down.

Conan suddenly shrugged his shoulders.

I can't say it's my dad...

Ayumi saw that Haihara was still sitting there, staring at the gate, and slowly walked over, "Moi-chan, will Brother Otoi really come back?" The

gray plain in the shadow turned his head, and his icy blue eyes were reflected in blue ink, "Yes, he will definitely come back." "

......

The night in Rome is picturesque.

It is unthinkable that the bloody and tragic Colosseum is in this quiet city.

Otoi pushed open the door of a certain senate elder and walked out of it, and with a wave of his hand, he flung the blood stain on the dagger onto the iris flowers on the side.

The pure white petals are dyed bright red, silently telling this unpeaceful night.

He stood on this garden balcony large enough to overlook half of the Roman city, enjoying the gentle evening breeze.

No one knew that the high-spirited elders of the past fell on the bed one by one.

The body's temperature gradually disappears.

Even, some of the elders, who were already old, were lying on the young women who could serve as their daughters before they died, working hard and hard.

In this regard, Otoi Hiroshi showed respect and waited quietly for three seconds before assassinating them.

Presumably, when the sun rises, our Julius Caesar's expression will be quite wonderful.

He was constantly moving around the city of Rome, looking for someone on the must-kill list.

He hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time.

When he was studying assassination in Hawaii, he was even a little skeptical that the school was preparing a reserve force for the winery.

However, when he noticed the endless emergence of students of various identities, he dismissed this idea.

"I don't know how Teacher Morde has been doing recently..." The

feast of killing is not over yet....

......

On the third day

, the whole city of Rome seemed to be living some major festival, and the strong atmosphere was noisy throughout the city.

A sea of people rushed towards the temple hall.

Today is the wedding of Yulia, the daughter of the great archon.

Shockingly, she married Pompey, who had just turned fifty.

In fact, this is not surprising, as was always the case with the marriage of the Roman nobility.

All marriages between nobles did not have pure free love, but served as a bond to maintain mutual interests.

It is ironic that, in order to consolidate this union, the matter of marriage is elevated to a religious and legal level.

The High Priest will stand atop the magnificent hall of mystery and face the statue of Venus, the goddess of love, and make both sides make a vow never to betray it.

Before the wedding began, Yulia was already forced to wear a luxurious wedding dress.

At this moment, her eyes widened and she looked at Caesar silently: "You promised him."

Caesar went to the window and looked at the jubilant square below, his faces flushed with excitement to his delight, as if it was not Yulia's wedding, but the enthronement of his coronation as king.

"Since he doesn't appear now, there is no point in him appearing later."

"But," Yulia rushed to him, "he did everything he promised you.

Caesar looked at his young and beautiful daughter, "Yulia, this country is like this, once involved, it is like a slave who has entered the arena, and the final winner will be only one party."

"I don't understand those things in your mouth, I just know that I will never marry Pompey." She kept shaking her head, and the tears in her clear eyes fell like pearls.

......

The sun shines golden light on the prosperous city.

The complicated and solemn wedding ceremony began, and Yulia, who had no expression on her face, walked out with the help of her father.

The cheers suddenly resounded throughout the square.

Caesar watched all this with satisfaction, and then quietly waited for Pompey's arrival.

As time passed, the sun also came directly overhead.

Pompey, as the protagonist, never appeared.

"Go and see what's going on?" Caesar commanded.

"Pompey won't come!" Otoihiro's voice appeared at the very end of the square.

The crowd gradually dispersed to both sides, giving way to a wide road in the middle.

"It's the voice of Tartarus." Yulia's eyes lit up again.

Caesar gloomy face and looked down.

I saw that Otoi Hiroshi gradually walked towards the center of the square.

"It was Tartarus who defeated the barbarian tyrant that day!"

"How did he show up here?"

"Oh my God, what's behind him!"

As Otoi slowly walked, the shadow under his feet became shorter and shorter, but the blood-stained road behind him became longer and longer, as if dividing the entire city of Rome in two from the middle.

Behind him was a worn-out fishing net.

And in the fishing net are the heads of nobles who used to be beautiful.

Walking to the center of the square, Otoi Hiroshi fumbled in the fishing net for a long time, and finally found the most satisfying work.

So, he held the work high.

It was Pompey's head that should have married Yulia.

"Caesar, I'm coming to marry Yulia!"