Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 303 Unlucky Gin

Kido Detective Agency.

After resolving the matter at the Fujieda family's house, Yukiko Kudo said she was going to stay with Eri Kisaki for a few days.

Gao Mo ignored the woman, made a phone call to Kudo Yusaku, and then worked intermittently in his study until the next evening, making full use of his Level 4 writing skills to complete another short story.

This felt more tiring to write than the previous ones.

He had to solve both mystery and romance; it was only because he had absorbed that guide to romance novels that he was able to handle it, otherwise it would have been quite a hassle.

However, there are also significant problems.

He finally understood why 73 particularly favored childhood sweetheart romances: they were easier to write and wouldn't offend readers with haphazard plots.

Composing a mystery story is already a headache enough; there's no need to create unnecessary trouble for yourself with romance.

"It's done!"

Gao Mo sent the latest manuscript to the editorial department, and also habitually sent a copy to Kudo Yusaku.

During this time, Yusaku Kudo took the time to give him a lot of guidance.

When the novel is published, it wouldn't be unreasonable to add the name of Yusaku Kudo, would it?

It shouldn't be a big problem for it to sell well when the time comes.

As Gao Mo was pondering his cunning plan, he was about to go outside for some fresh air when he suddenly noticed snow falling on Mihua Street.

It feels like there's no autumn here.

It went straight from summer to winter...

No, why is he worrying about these things? He should be used to it by now.

Perhaps the world will only return to normal once he resolves the problem of the Death God's rules.

"Snow is truly a wonderful thing, isn't it?"

Xiao Ai rummaged through the closet and found Gao Mo's sweater.

"It felt like I had a life, albeit a very short one."

"What are you sighing about?" Gao Mo changed into a sweater and grabbed the snowflakes that fell into his palm. "Forget about the name Shirley as soon as possible. No one will hurt you anymore. As long as you are by my side, you will be absolutely safe."

Ai rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly stopped in her tracks as she went inside to prepare dinner.

"By the way, I just went to the professor's house. It seems that Shinichi Kudo has found some clues and is planning something behind our backs. I'm worried that he might do something reckless again."

"is it?"

Gao Mo recalled the recent Conan episodes and didn't feel there was anything seriously wrong.

In other words, something else happened temporarily after the Fujieda family incident.

Thinking of this, Gao Mo quickly took out his phone and called the man with the mustache.

"What did you do after yesterday?" At the Beika Police Station, the man with the mustache, who had just finished giving his statement, replied in a daze, "First, I went out for a meal, nothing serious..."

However, I received a troublesome request today. I was supposed to find a software engineer, but one of the clients killed him beforehand. By the time we arrived, the engineer had been dead for two days; I was just taking his statement.

Software engineer?
Gao Mo quickly searched his mind for information and instantly found the recent murder case in the police system.

Because he was strapped to a chair and unable to take his medication on time, he suffered a heart attack...

Software engineer Itakura Taku.

"Is there anything else, Kido?" The man with the mustache scratched his neck after speaking. "I don't know why, but every time I do a sleep deduction, my neck gets bitten by mosquitoes, and it still feels uncomfortable. It would be better if you could help me... Want to have a drink together? I'll have Ran cook some good dishes."

"No, I've already eaten."

Gao Mo hung up the phone immediately.

It would be strange if you felt comfortable after being pricked with an anesthetic needle.

However, as for Itakura Suguru... he seemed to remember him as a programmer who was commissioned by the brewery to develop software.

It seems Conan has actually obtained some clues; it might even be information about a transaction between the programmer and the Black Organization.

Gao Mo frowned.

Although he doesn't object to Conan investigating the winery, isn't it too reckless to go directly to Dr. Agasa's house to study related clues?
And she did it specifically to keep it from him and Ai.

Sure enough, after a period of not being disciplined, this kid started causing trouble again.

Gao Mo sighed softly, thinking back to when he first met Conan.

That's just how Detective Boy is; otherwise, he wouldn't have been knocked unconscious by Gin and given a shrinking drug in the first place. If he hadn't been so lucky, the series might have ended right there.

The organization actually has a procedure to confirm the death of a target, but Gin gave him the shrinking drug and left without paying any attention to what happened afterward.

The confirmation process was later taken over by Shiho Miyano, also known as Ai Haibara. When she discovered that the target's clothes had been taken when he was a child, she did not report it but directly recorded it as death, allowing Conan to escape a second time.

Similar situations occurred repeatedly afterward, and several times they were lucky enough to avoid any serious consequences.

Conan is undeniably intelligent, but his biggest problem is that he tends to treat others like NPCs and is overly confident.

It's no wonder that the reborn Ai Haibara's attitude towards Conan is so abnormal, so far removed from her original character.

Growth always comes at a price. "Buzz!"

The sound of a car coming from next door came from the yard; it was the doctor's Volkswagen Beetle driving out of the yard, disappearing into the night and snow with exhaust fumes.

"What should we do? Should we call the doctor?" Ai also saw this scene. "I remember they were trying to use that programmer's deal with the organization to get close to it. Although I don't remember anything happening, I have a bad feeling."

"Stopping it once or twice won't work; I'll handle it."

Gao Mo's thinking is running at high speed.

He wanted to teach Conan a big lesson, so he didn't step in to stop the professor.

But the premise is to ensure safety.

Who is in charge of this transaction?

“It looked like vodka,” Ai recalled, “but Gin should have been watching too.”

"I see."

Gao Mo felt relieved.

It's good that they're old friends.

He had already absorbed Gin's scent, so it was easy for him to locate it.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Ai tugged at Gao Mo's sleeve.

"The reason Conan left in such a hurry is because the news of Itakura Suguru's murder will be made public tomorrow, and he must seize the window of opportunity before the organization reacts," Gao Mo calmly analyzed.

"Don't mess around..."

"I'm not going to act recklessly; I will use the FBI's name to carry out my actions."

Gao Mo checked the time.

"This could be considered an opportunity to muddy the waters and escalate the conflict between the organization and the FBI."

By completely shifting the organization's attention to the FBI, he can prolong his current period of peace.

As for what will happen to the FBI... despite having characters like Jodie and Shuichi Akai, he still doesn't have a good impression of the organization.

Since the two sides were already locked in fierce combat, adding fuel to the fire wouldn't make a difference.

"Wait for me at home."

Gao Mo returned to his room, prepared his disguise toolbox, deployed his mind network, and after finding no one following him, put on an extra coat and hat before leaving the agency.

……

Music bar.

Gin sat in his familiar spot.

Without Vermouth bothering me, and with my little brother Vodka leaving on his own for another mission, I finally had a chance to enjoy myself. It's a pity that my favorite female singer didn't show up today.

Gin exhaled a long puff of smoke, then got up and walked out of the karaoke bar, looking rather bored.

"Snowing?"

After standing by the roadside for a while, Gin flicked away his cigarette butt and walked towards his beloved car—a black Porsche 365A.

Because he hadn't been able to catch the traitor Sherry, he started to hate snow.

I have a feeling that things have started to go wrong ever since that woman ran away.

Gin's scars were reflected in the bar's glass window, adding to his menacing appearance.

This shameful scar...

He has yet to find the man who brought him defeat.

The only conclusion we can draw is that the other party is an FBI agent.

Speaking of the FBI, there have recently been firefights between lower-level members of various organizations and the FBI, and I've heard that some people have died...

"Ok?"

Gin, who was deep in thought, subconsciously opened the car door. Before he realized something was wrong, a gun was already pressed against his forehead from behind the car seat.

"Don't move," Gao Mo once again disguised himself as a passerby in a coat, coldly gesturing for Gin to get in the car. "Drive to a secluded place. Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died last time. I just want to talk to you about something."

Gin's expression remained unchanged, his heart filled with murderous intent, but he maintained a good facade, getting into the car and starting the engine as if to cooperate perfectly: "Who are you? The FBI? Someone like you shouldn't be unknown."

"Why are you talking nonsense? Even if I told you, would you really believe me?"

Gao Mo casually put away his pistol, causing Gin, who was driving in front, to frown.

However, as the car slowly drove into the alley, before Gin's finger could even touch the pistol, Gao Mo delivered a shoved punch.

"boom!"

In his final moments of blurred consciousness, Gin stared wide-eyed as his beloved car crashed into the wall.

What the fuck...

(End of this chapter)