Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 306 Gin: Shut up!
Tokyo was still covered in snow as the morning sun rose.

A yellow Volkswagen Beetle drove slowly but steadily through the gray, snow-covered streets.

"Ah!"

Conan, wrapped in a towel, sat in the back, shivering several times in a row.

Startled and chilled, the hidden side effects of the shrinking drug kicked in, immediately causing the famous detective to suffer.

"Stop complaining," Gao Mo said helplessly, looking back at Conan who was staring at him. "If I wasn't afraid of scaring your mother and didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, I would have dragged you to the Mori's place. Ran even called Dr. Agasa to ask you what happened."

A kid is a kid. Although he was already famous in the Japanese police force before he came into this world and was known as the savior of the police, he was only 17 years old.

His reasoning ability far surpasses that of high school detectives, and he is better than most famous detectives, but he is quite immature in other aspects.

Especially after shrinking, it's like a wolf that's ended up among a bunch of huskies, acting more and more like a child.

"Now you know how naive you were, right?"

“I’m really worried,” Conan said, his face instantly wilting at the mention of Ran, clutching his fingers in anguish. “How long is this going to go on? Every morning when I wake up and see myself in the mirror, every time I see Ran pretending not to know who I am, that worried look on her face…”

"Shinichi." Professor Agasa, who had practically watched the detective boy grow up, had tears in his eyes.

He's just an inventor; he can't really do much besides providing some gadgets.

Any assassin could kill him.

Gao Mo didn't respond.

If he were to take action, he would actually be capable of eliminating all of the organization's overt forces.

Gin is somewhat intimidating to Conan, and seems like the one with the most strength, but to Conan, he's more of a comedic character.

He's already exceeded the limit.

"As long as that organization exists, I will never be able to live a normal life." Conan's eyes held a hint of confusion.

He knew Ai had the antidote, but he didn't force his way into it. The main reason was that he knew the antidote was useless, and turning back into Shinichi Kudo might only cause trouble.

On the contrary, children are much safer now.

The organization is the root of the problem.

"So what?" Gao Mo observed Conan through the rearview mirror. "What are you planning to do with them? Call the police? Hand over the evidence of their crimes to the police?"

Have you ever considered that these people might be more powerful than you think? What if they have people in the higher ranks of the police force? What are you planning to do? Do you think you're only dealing with a few assassins?

He couldn't truly understand Conan's pain, but he had experienced similar emotions from Ai in his daily life.

But in truth, the fear, pressure, and despair he faced far exceeded those of Conan and Ai.

How could a terrorist organization possibly compare to Death, who is omnipresent and holds the fate of humanity in his hands?
Although their situation seemed dire, they didn't actually encounter much danger; almost all the dangers were provoked by Conan himself.

As the FBI and other international organizations, including public security agencies, intensify their actions, the Black Organization has less and less energy to focus on Conan and Ai.

Conan, in particular, has not only been forgotten by Gin, but is also secretly protected by Vermouth.

Sometimes he even suspected that Gin had made some kind of deal with Vermouth and was intentionally or unintentionally protecting Conan.

Ai is the real danger.

"Are we just going to do nothing like this?" Conan was unwilling to give up.

Yukiko's return this time wasn't just for the Fujieda family.

After learning about the Black Organization, Kudo Yusaku still hoped that he could leave Japan.

He needs to prove he's capable of dealing with the Black Organization, instead of hiding behind his parents.

“I told you, you’re not the only one who wants to deal with them. There are quite a few FBI agents who have come to Japan for them.”

Gao Mo took out a photo of Shuichi Akai and some basic information from the side.

"If you have any ideas, go find this person and be a strategist behind the scenes. There's no need for you to be at the forefront yourself. You should know your own capabilities."

"Akai Shuichi?"

Conan wanted to refute but felt powerless, so he could only carefully look through the information.

"I feel like I've seen this person before. Is he an FBI agent?"

"He once infiltrated the organization as an undercover agent and is Gin's mortal enemy. His sniping skills are unmatched. With his help, you can save a lot of trouble."

Gao Mo recalled his previous actions.

I wonder if Shuichi Akai has gotten rid of Rei Furuya. "By the way, be careful when dealing with the organization; many of them are undercover agents and traitors."

"what?"

A big question mark above Conan's head.

Putting aside other intelligence, where did they find out so many undercover agents and traitors?
Whether he investigated it himself or obtained the information from Ai Haibara, the Black Organization is both mysterious and terrifying, and certainly not as ridiculous as Gao Mo described.

If there are really a lot of undercover agents and traitors, is the Black Organization still the Black Organization?
"Kido-kun," Conan asked suspiciously, "you weren't an undercover agent before, were you?"

"not yet."

A Volkswagen Beetle was parked in front of the office.

Gao Mo exchanged a reassuring glance with the still worried Doctor, then, without even taking Gin's coat, picked up his toolbox, got out of the car, and headed towards Ai, who was eagerly waiting at the door.

"What does 'not yet' mean?" Conan belatedly realized, "Does he want to become an undercover agent?"

“Amer must have his own ideas.”

Professor Agasa had a tough day, and only when he got home did he finally relax. At the same time, he was still quite frightened by Conan's daring actions.

If Gao Mo hadn't intervened, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“Shinichi, don’t think that Amo is running away. I think he must have some difficulties. Perhaps he has been protecting us all along, in places we haven’t seen.”

"I know."

Conan took a deep breath.

Gao Mo didn't hide some of his pseudonyms from him, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen names with numbers that easily made him think of certain things.

But there must be many other aliases he doesn't know about.

After all, Gao Mo's ability to disguise himself is no worse than Kid's, so it's hard to say that he doesn't have a hidden identity.

Today, Gao Mo was completely unaware that he was disguised as Gin.

Whether it was their attire or anything else, they were almost identical. They didn't even notice anything unusual about the vodka, and kept calling him "Big Brother."

"Wait a minute," Conan suddenly remembered Gin's coat that Gao Mo had left behind, "Could this really be Gin's coat?"

……

Music bar.

Although it was already closed, there were still customers staying in the store.

When Vodka found Gin, the ruthless assassin was drinking hot water with trembling hands, and his complexion was not good.

"My brother actually got here even earlier than me."

Vodka casually sat down next to Gin.

"It was really close today. Thanks to you, brother, you arrived in time. Otherwise, I would have been in trouble again. You are as amazing as ever. You saw through the trap at a glance. Haha."

Gin didn't respond, but his fingers tightened even more.

Even now, he still doesn't understand.

What exactly did that man mean?
If it were the FBI, they probably wouldn't let him off so easily.

Is there some kind of conspiracy? Are they playing the long game to catch a big fish?
Gin's eyes, hidden beneath his long silver hair, were a mixture of anger and fear.

In any case, this matter must not be exposed.

If the organization knew what happened to him today, even if that gentleman valued him highly, it would cause him a lot of trouble, and he might completely lose trust.

"By the way, brother, I can't see your car outside? And where's your coat?"

Vodka asked curiously, and then inadvertently noticed that Gin's eyes were bruised and purple.

"Big brother, your eyes..."

"Shut up!"

Gin's eyes were icy.

If Vodka hadn't been with him for so many years and considered one of his own, he would have already silenced him.

There was an undercurrent of unrest within the organization, and he wouldn't allow any rumors to get out.

(End of this chapter)