The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand eight hundred and fourteen [Uzo Research Notes]

"There's nothing to be afraid of thunder and rain, and Uzo can't control the weather.

This actually shows that what is happening now has nothing to do with him.

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Hashimoto Maya hid in the seemingly safe room, took a sip from the teacup, and suppressed his shock.

He looked at the brightly lit residential buildings in the distance, and murmured to himself, "It's just that the weather reminds me of the terrible thunderstorm on the plane...but what does it have to do with me? As long as I am determined not to appear,

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