Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 54 Picked up a big loli
Haruhiko Kousaka looked at the muzzle of the silenced gun in front of him and felt a little scared. He knew that a gun could be fast and accurate within seven steps.

What's more, the muzzle of the gun is now pressed against his forehead. Haruhiko feels that even if the person holding the gun is replaced by a monkey, his chances of survival if he resists rashly will not be very high.

So Haruhiko decisively dropped his weapon to show that he had no ill intentions, and then began to look at the woman who was inexplicably hiding in the trunk.

She looked to be about the same age as Haruhiko, but she exuded a strong sense of loneliness that kept people at a distance.

She was wearing the same white coat as the other researchers, with a red turtleneck sweater underneath, and her legs were bare.

Perhaps to make it easier to hide, she took off her black high heels and put them aside. At this time, her white and tender feet and knees were half-kneeling on the white blanket in the trunk.

Her hair was brown, a bit like Sonoko's, but styled into some fashionable curls. Her lake blue eyes sparkled with a complex expression.

He seems to be thinking about Kousaka Haruhiko's identity, but he may also be thinking about what to do after killing him.

After carefully observing her from top to bottom, Haruhiko sighed in his heart—if I'm not mistaken, you should be Her Majesty the Billionaire Queen, right?
But why did you suddenly appear in my car—a car I stole? Haruhiko suddenly felt that if he went to play pachinko now, he might win a lot of money.

Just as he was lost in thought, Shirley repeated her words: "Answer my question, who are you? Where is Kotori Yasushi?"

Haruhiko noticed that her hand holding the gun was shaking a little. Was she injured?
And why did she ask about Kotori Yasushi? The unlucky guy who was accidentally killed while eating ramen last night?
Haruhiko was a little confused, but he was afraid that she would get excited and accidentally lose her temper, so he quickly replied: "My name is Kosaka Haruhiko, and I'm... a detective?"

He casually said Conan's line, and then immediately noticed a flash of dissatisfaction in Shirley's beautiful eyes, and quickly made amends: "I am a high school student, I stole this car..."

Haruhiko briefly explained the whole story, but didn't go into too much detail.

"In other words, you don't know Takanashi Takashi at all, nor do you know the owner of this car?" Shirley frowned.

Haruhiko nodded.

Shirley seemed to be confused by this sudden development, but this was just one side of the story and could not be fully believed.

She was silent for a moment, then said to Haruhiko, "Turn around."

Haruhiko obeyed obediently. He had already thrown away the short knife in his hand and was now keeping his hands raised high. He turned to face the park at the foot of the hill where a little girl was walking her dog.

Because the distance was too far, the little girl thought Haruhiko was waving his hands up to greet her, so she waved back.

There was the sound of high heels hitting the ground behind him, followed by a cold object pressing against the back of his neck. If he guessed correctly, it should be the barrel of a silencer.

"Get in the car." Shirley instructed in a cold tone.

What would she do next? Would she kill someone to silence them? Haruhiko felt he should resist; he couldn't just let her lead him around like this.

Although she is different from Gin's murderous members, she is still a core member of the organization with the name of Gin. It is not impossible for her to kill him to silence him in order to keep the news of her escape secret.

Haruhiko walked towards the car door as ordered. At the moment the door opened, he suddenly lowered his head, pushed his feet hard, and rushed backwards.

boom!
The bullet grazed his scalp and hit the road in front of him, breaking a piece of asphalt.

Haruhiko was shocked. This woman was really cruel. She shot without any hesitation.

But it’s better this way, then don’t blame him for being ruthless.

Haruhiko turned around and saw that Shirley had been knocked to the ground by his sudden attack, and the gun in her hand had fallen out of her hand.

As he had judged, her physical condition was a little strange, and Haruhiko guessed that she might be injured.

Shirley was lying on her back on the ground and was about to get up when Haruhiko pounced on her. Her back hit the sun-warmed tarmac road again, and she groaned in pain.

The two men started fighting in the middle of the street. Fortunately, no one was passing by this residential area at that time, otherwise it would have been on the news tomorrow, and the headline would probably be something like "Morals are going downhill, young men and women are in the street..."

However, Haruhiko was a man after all, and he had the advantage in strength. Shirley, who had lost her weapon, could only frantically frantically use her hands, but her strength was too weak to pose any threat at all.

Just when Haruhiko felt he had victory, a sharp scalpel emerged from between her white and slender fingers, aiming at his throat.

It seems she has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

She could slit his throat with just one stroke.

Haruhiko was completely dumbfounded. He suddenly felt as if he had an incorrect misunderstanding about the winery.

It was really unexpected that Miyano Shiho, who in his impression was like a precious cat kept in a cage, could display such strong fighting ability.

But at this critical moment, there was no way to think too much. Haruhiko just instinctively grabbed her neck with his hands and dodged as far as possible.

The scalpel slid across Haruhiko's cheek.

As this long-planned attack was resolved by Haruhiko, Shirley's wrist dropped as if she had lost strength, and the scalpel fell to the ground.

Haruhiko sat up straight and slowly moved his hand away from her neck. A clear red indentation appeared on her snow-white neck.

Oh no, it seems I accidentally used too much force.

Haruhiko quickly put his hand under Shirley's delicate nose, which was motionless, and tentatively sniffed her breath.

Fortunately, there was a faint breath.

Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief, but even though he had temporarily dealt with this troublesome guy, what should he do with her next?

Or just kill him?
It didn't seem possible. He was just an ordinary high school student. Killing someone and then disposing of the body would be incredibly difficult. Even if he managed to keep it a secret for a while, who knows, some nosy detective might uncover it one day. In this world, detectives had an incredibly keen nose for homicide.

Besides, there was no hatred between him and Shirley that required them to kill each other.

He glanced at Shirley who was in a coma again. Her brown curly hair had become a little messy because of the fight. Her delicate body wrapped in a burgundy sweater under her white coat rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her two big white legs gave him a delicate touch.

Haruhiko suddenly felt that she might play a key role in the future fight against the Black Organization.

So Haruhiko put his hands under her armpits and knees, picked up Shirley in a princess hug, and threw her in the back seat of the car.

Of course he didn't forget to take away the weapons from her and checked them carefully.

They also took off her iconic white coat and covered her with a white blanket from the trunk.

This way, even if you encounter a traffic police, you will not be asked to stop for inspection on the grounds that there is a strange woman in the back seat.

In fact, Haruhiko originally wanted to put her back into the large suitcase, but considering that this approach might affect their subsequent cooperation, he had to give up.

After doing all this, Haruhiko sent a text message to Mao Lilan, telling her that he would not be going back tonight.

There's no other way. I can't take this dangerous woman to Xiaolan's house, right?
I can only go home by myself first.

Haruhiko started the car again. The last rays of sunset faded, and the streetlights on both sides of the road suddenly lit up. Haruhiko was driving a stolen car, a pistol in the drawer under the dashboard, and a dangerous woman, whom he had knocked unconscious, lay in the back seat. It felt like his peaceful high school life had begun a chaotic journey from that moment on.

...

Vodka was sitting in the passenger seat of a bulletproof car, listening to the old man's angry curses in the back seat.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were doing that kind of thing? Now that it's exposed, how am I supposed to explain it to my superiors?" Congressman Hatoyama was dressed smartly, and the lit cigar in his hand shook with his angry movements.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a serious driver, who was Congressman Hatoyama's personal bodyguard.

Vodka said in the humble tone of an office worker to his boss: "I'm sorry, it was our negligence."

While dealing with Congressman Hatoyama, he was looking out the window. The car was moving slowly, surrounded by a luxurious villa area. There was a park not far away, and a little girl was walking her dog in the park.

Originally, Vodka wanted to meet with Congressman Hatoyama at his home, but Hatoyama said that he might be photographed by reporters, so he sent someone to pick up Vodka at a secret location, took him to the vicinity of his home, and changed the location of the secret meeting directly to the car.

This is a bit troublesome. That is to say, after Vodka takes care of Hatoyama here, he still has to go to his house.

At this point, Councilman Hatoyama seemed to have finished complaining. He took a long drag on his cigar and asked, "So, how much money are you going to give me to compensate for my losses?"

So this guy is still thinking about asking for money? Vodka suddenly felt very funny.

"I'll call my boss." Vodka reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniature pistol. "Oh, now I remember. Before my brother came here, he told me to just kill you."

Several gunshots were heard from inside the black bulletproof car.

A moment later, Vodka looked at the black car burning into a fireball behind him. He gently tossed the key in his hand and caught it, then rushed to Congressman Hatoyama's house without looking back.

Although Vodka's main job is a driver, he has no problem performing small tasks of this magnitude.

Not long after, a fire broke out in Congressman Hatoyama's home, and the entire mansion was quickly reduced to ashes. Also disappearing were the direct descendants and servants of the Hatoyama family, as well as information about related organizations.

Vodka stood in front of the burning villa as if nothing had happened. He had taken off his black suit and changed into a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He looked like he was planning to go on vacation to the beach.

Because it was Congressman Hatoyama who sent a car to pick him up, he did not drive Gin's Porsche 356a.

Vodka carried his suitcase and walked along the street towards the bustling city center, while dialing Gin's number.

"Is it done?" Gin's voice was still as cold.

Vodka said cautiously, "It's all resolved. All information related to the organization has been destroyed, and those peripheral members have taken their own lives. The laboratory's recent data is in my possession."

Gin sneered: "You seem very proud. Do you think the current situation is a reflection of your stupid ability?"

Vodka didn't dare to refute. He knew that he had messed up this time. If it weren't for Gin speaking for him in front of the boss, he might have been severely punished.

But Vodka felt that he lost unfairly. He didn't do anything stupid. He basically did what Gin told him before he left.

He had originally planned to take people to the port today to inspect a batch of experimental materials shipped from other places. Due to the continued pressure from the Metropolitan Police Department, the laboratory now has insufficient materials.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he brought his men to the port, he received a call from the research institute saying that someone had invaded the laboratory and blew up the distribution room.

He hurriedly led his men back, but halfway there he received another call saying that Shirley was also missing, and a group of people from the Metropolitan Police Department were blocking the door and wanted to rush in to look for the missing high school student.

Vodka was overwhelmed. In order to avoid exposing the organization to the public, he had to order the self-destruction program to be activated in advance, and the entire Baijiu Pharmaceutical was destroyed.

In the end, although the Metropolitan Police Department found evidence of human smuggling and human experiments, all the evidence related to the organization was destroyed, which can be considered as making up for it.

But Vodka was still holding a grudge. Although he knew very well that Baijiu Pharmaceutical would run into problems sooner or later, he would wait until the experimental results came out, then he would take the core data and personnel and evacuate in advance, leaving the Metropolitan Police Department with an empty shell, and then erase all information related to the organization.

This is the effect that vodka wants, and this is what gin used to do.

But this perfect plan was disrupted by a hateful high school student.

Not only did it cause heavy losses due to the premature activation of the self-destruct program, but it also allowed Shirley to escape in the chaos.

Vodka originally wanted to take this opportunity to improve his status in the organization, but ended up dreaming of Rice Krispies Town.

He now really wanted to talk to the high school student who ruined his path to promotion.

However, Vodka knew that he couldn't act on his own now and everything had to be arranged by Gin, so he said to the phone: "I'm sorry, brother, I will definitely catch that woman Shirley back."

"Forget it. I'll deal with Shirley's matter myself after I'm done with my work." Gin sighed. "I heard that it was a high school student who caused the White Dove Pharmaceutical incident to be exposed?"

"That's right, big brother. How about I go and investigate that brat? Make him disappear from the world?" Vodka's tone gradually became excited.

"Interesting, do all Japanese high school students like to meddle in other people's business so much? We just dealt with Kudo Shinichi some time ago, and now another high school student pops up. Did our organization mess with the high school student's nest?" Gin said in a mocking tone.

Gin continued, "The boss has already asked Bourbon to investigate him. I don't know why those Japanese consortiums have joined forces. We have to keep a low profile during this period.

Let Bourbon clean up the mess here. Bourbon has nothing to do all day anyway, and he always asks the organization for funds.

Come to Europe and help me."

Vodka said with some regret: "Okay, big brother, I'll take a plane over there tonight."

Gin suddenly asked: "What is your new identity? I'll send someone to pick you up."

"My new identity is Onuma..." Vodka paused, then took out a business card from his shirt pocket, "Chihide Onuma, the owner of a fishing tackle shop."

This is his new legal identity.

Gin was silent for a few seconds, as if he was reassessing the stupidity of Vodka.

"Memorize all the information about your new identity," Gin said coldly. "Also, make sure there's no one following you before you come. If you dare bring a bunch of Interpol officers to me, I'll definitely shoot you dead first."

"Don't worry, big brother, I will..." At this time, Vodka suddenly heard the sound of a car behind him, "Big brother, I won't talk to you for now, I'll wait for the car, see you tomorrow."

With that, Vodka hung up the phone, put his suitcase on the ground, stood in the middle of the road, and waved his hands in a friendly gesture to stop a car and ask for help.

A blue car slowly stopped in front of him.

Vodka walked over, took out a cigarette and handed it over with a ten-thousand-yuan bill: "Brother, can you give me a ride?"

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