The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand eight hundred and thirty-five [closed] (???`?)?

"Don't jump!" The little black face also saw the situation on the top of the building. On the one hand, he was afraid that he would be killed by the murderer, but on the other hand, he felt that this person was really miserable. It's all over, you're only seventeen or eighteen years old, and you still have a long life... By the way, this matter is over, don't do anything to my noble and son!"

Masahiko Matsuzaki: "...Huh?"

The real fiancé's faint question failed to attract the attention of others.

Roof

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