A stranger suddenly appeared in the living room, dressed in a blood-red tailcoat, a blood-red cloak draped behind him, and a pale mask on his face. The eyes revealed through the mask carried a hint of coldness, standing there quietly...
Mi Haibara glanced at Heiji's room; the door was open, but the person was gone.
[Did he run away?]
She felt a little disappointed, but she didn't plan to surrender without a fight.
Her voice was steady, trying to stabilize this person of unknown origin.
Suddenly, Mi Haibara froze in place: This tone...
"You... are you Shochu?"
"This... so handsome!"
Mi Haibara ran over, circling him with a look of pleasant surprise, her tone full of admiration.
Heiji looked speechless: Does this woman really not know this identity?
"You don't recognize this look?"
Mi Haibara shook her head blankly: "Is this look famous?"
"I am the Night Baron."
"Night Baron, that name sounds familiar. Oh right, was the Night Baron mentioned on TV just now you?" Mi Haibara asked in surprise.
Heiji was defeated: It seems the identity of the Night Baron is far less famous than I imagined.
It's better if she doesn't know; she'll understand slowly later.
Mi Haibara looked at Heiji strangely. Usually, when she had nothing to do, she went from school to home, two points and a line, rarely even watching TV. When bored, she played the piano, knowing almost nothing about the outside world, let alone the Night Baron who appeared occasionally.
Along the way, Heiji remained silent, and Mi Haibara felt a little uneasy.
"Are you angry?"
Not angry, just a little depressed.
"You are clearly angry."
Pouting slightly, looking aggrieved.
Watching Mi Haibara make such a cute expression with her tsundere queen face, Heiji felt a bit strange, but there was no sense of discord.
When they were still a few blocks away from the Statue of Liberty, Heiji stopped the Hummer: "Just go straight from here. Remember, stand on the periphery, outside the crowd. When the camera turns over, just show your profile."
"How do you know the camera will turn over?" Mi Haibara asked curiously.
"You don't need to ask that."
"Mm, be careful."
Mi Haibara glanced at Heiji gently, then got out of the car.
In the US, no one knew Shiho Miyano, so walking on the street like this posed no problem at all. Moreover, Heiji needed others to discover Shiho Miyano appearing here.
7:50 PM!
A full thousand people had gathered near the Statue of Liberty, eighty percent black, twenty percent white people supporting equality.
New York Mayor Michael walked to the podium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is New York City's first lighting ceremony. Lighting the flame symbolizing freedom and human rights, we will take the first step towards human rights equality..."
However, there was turmoil below, the faces of those black people carrying deep anger.
Obviously, what Michael said and what he did were completely different.
Michael ignored the turmoil below, still in high spirits, continuing his speech.
The camera focused entirely on him, ignoring the shouts of the crowd below.
To white people in America, black people were like flies in a gutter, disgusting and annoying. Except for a few, no one cared about this severe and terrifying racial discrimination.
8:00 PM sharp!
After speaking at length, Michael finally stopped.
"Next, prepare for our lighting ceremony."
A person walked solemnly out of the crowd, holding a small torch, followed by five fully armed police officers on each side.
Michael stood solemnly in front, waiting for the torch relay.
The distance of a dozen meters took fully two minutes.
"Please light the torch, Mr. Michael."
Michael looked solemn, taking the torch with both hands and raising it high above his head: "Human rights and freedom will burn high in the New York sky."
Countless flashes lit up, but the turmoil below became even more intense. If not for the hundreds of police officers holding them back, it would have gone out of control long ago.
Michael continued to ignore the turmoil, preparing to light the fuse.
This fuse could ignite the huge torch held high by the Statue of Liberty. Once the torch was lit, he could firmly grasp the hearts of more than half of New York City's voters.
Suddenly, a beam of light from the helicopter in the sky shone fiercely on the waist of the Statue of Liberty.
Michael and the chaotic crowd instantly looked at the beam; there was actually someone climbing on it.
A blood-red tailcoat, a blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind, a pale mask—the whole person looked like a character emerging from blood, fitting the image of a vampire in Western minds perfectly.
"As a gentleman in the dark night, you actually ignored my warning. Human rights and freedom, in the hands of you politicians, are nothing but a means to develop political achievements. Sin is manifested from your shameful faces."
"Well said."
"Exactly, politicians are shameful."
"Michael, get off the stage quickly."
Michael's face turned ashen, his heart suddenly moved: "Are you the Night Baron?"
"Where there is sin, there is the figure of a gentleman."
Heiji suddenly let go, his body falling like an arrow, accompanied by the whistling wind.
The waist of the Statue of Liberty plus the base was fully over 40 meters high. Jumping straight down would turn him into meat paste.
The crowd erupted in turmoil, eyes widening, watching the blood-red figure fall.
Mi Haibara's pupils shrank, hands pressed tightly to her chest, not daring to breathe.
A flash of the blood-red figure, Michael felt a flash before his eyes, and the small torch in his hand disappeared instantly.
"When sin descends, the gentleman in the dark night will arrive as scheduled. Human rights and freedom are not man-made, but God-given."
Heiji's voice came from within the crowd. The people around were startled and scattered abruptly.
The helicopter's beam shone on him, the blood-red figure reflecting rolling red light, exceptionally eye-catching.
"Quick, catch him, take back the torch."
Instantly, dark gun muzzles aimed at him in unison, scaring Mi Haibara pale.
"Gentlemen don't like force. Giving it back to you."
Heiji suddenly threw the torch in his hand over.
"Quick, catch it."
The group of officers scrambled.
However, several small round balls suddenly fell from the torch.
"Bomb??"
Someone shouted, and everyone's face changed drastically, quickly lying down on the ground.
PopPopPop, several sounds, the balls exploded, emitting billowing white smoke.
"So cold."
The officers were startled and shouted: "It's dry ice, those balls contain dry ice."
However, it was too late.
Thick dry ice wrapped around the torch. The small flame flickered, struggled a few times, and extinguished instantly.
The scene fell silent instantly.
"Catch him for me."
Under the Statue of Liberty, a scream like a slaughtered pig rang out.
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