Thief Game: Starting with Obtaining the Kidd Card

Seeing this, everyone turned their attention away and stopped paying attention.

Seeing the photographer casually drinking from his glass, Chen Feng smiled casually, said nothing, and simply turned to join the conversation.

……

night.

As dusk fell, everyone dispersed and returned to their rooms.

Han Chuanlong was no exception. He put away the camera he had used for shooting during the day, washed up briefly, turned off the lights, and prepared to go to bed.

But at that moment, a slight noise instantly caught his attention.

"Who is it? Is someone still in my room so late?"

Han Chuanlong called out to the door in surprise.

He didn't think it was a thief, after all, he was on a private cruise ship sailing at sea. If there really was a thief, after stealing the goods, there would be sea on all sides, and he wouldn't be able to run away even if he wanted to!

Han Chuanlong walked forward with a puzzled look and reached out to open the cabinet door that had made the noise.

But as soon as he opened the door, a silenced pistol was pressed against him, the dark muzzle pointed at his right eye, sending chills down his spine in an instant, and the look of terror on his face was palpable.

"you……"

boom--

Han Chuanlong had just uttered a single word when the gun in front of him went off.

The gunshot, muffled yet pleasant, was unfortunately unappreciated by anyone present; only the sound of Han Chuanlong's body falling to the ground served as an echo of the gunshot.

"Humph."

The shooter put away his pistol, glanced coldly at Han Chuanlong lying in a pool of blood, and showed no pity. He quickly walked forward and messed up the things in the room to create the illusion of a fight between people.

After doing all this, the man prepared to leave.

But at that moment, accompanied by an extremely crisp "click" sound, came a brief burst of light from the camera flash.

The man was startled and hurriedly looked towards the window, but he only saw a dark figure holding a camera flash by.

Without the slightest hesitation, the man rushed out the door and chased after the shadowy figure taking the photo.

The shadowy figure seemed afraid she would get lost, so it waited for her at the corner until she came out of the door, then it darted away and ran in another direction.

Guided by the shadowy figure, the two chased each other all the way and soon arrived at the deserted deck.

The dark figure stood alone in front of the railing at the bow of the cruise ship, with the camera that had been used to take the photos hanging beside him.

There is no doubt that the flash just now came from this camera.

The person behind him had icy eyes. The pistol he had just used to kill Han Chuanlong was taken out again, and before the heat from the muzzle had dissipated, it was pointed at another person.

Unlike the gentle sea breeze during the day, the sea breeze at night is always stronger and colder.

The sea breeze tousled the hair of the two people on the deck, and the hems of their clothes were also blown up, but no one paid any attention.

The distance between the two was slowly closing, and the gun behind was almost pointed at the back of the person in front's head. Only then did the person slowly turn his head, revealing a masked face.

Good evening, Miss Pu Siqinglan.

Although there was a mask in the background, you could tell it was a man's voice.

Calm and composed, even with a hint of...leisure, showing no sign of the tension one would expect when facing the scythe-like muzzle of a gun.

"You know me?"

Pu Siqinglan's face turned cold, and the pistol in her hand was pointed unceremoniously at the right eye of the person in front of her, her fingers slightly clenched, as if she might fire at any moment.

Only now did Pu Siqinglan get a clear look at the person in front of her.

Wearing a well-fitting purple suit, with a tall and straight figure, his left hand behind his waist and his right hand slightly clenched in front of his abdomen, he was elegant and composed, like a noble young master who had stepped out of a TV show.

The only drawback was the rather unattractive mask he wore. The word "JOKER" was written in capital letters on the left side of the mask, while a clown image was painted on the right side, making him look like the King of Spades.

But none of that matters anymore.

Pu Siqinglan glanced sideways at the camera hanging on the railing, her murderous intent intensifying.

Originally, we only needed to kill one person tonight, but there was no other way; he brought it on himself!

Thinking this, Pu Siqinglan tightened her index finger slightly, as if she was about to give this clueless guy a direct ticket to hell in the next second.

"Is Miss Pu Si trying to kill me?"

The masked man spoke again, causing Pu Siqinglan's hand, which was about to pull the trigger, to pause slightly.

She didn't reply, but stared at the person in front of her, as if trying to see what he had to say.

“Miss Pu Si, I’ve noticed that you seem to have a rather bad habit.”

"what?"

Pu Siqinglan asked in a deep voice, but the vigilance in her eyes did not diminish at all.

She wasn't too worried, after all, someone she could easily kill with a flick of the trigger didn't seem like someone she was taking seriously.

"Ah……"

The person in front of her chuckled lightly, leaving Pu Siqinglan completely bewildered.

Then he slowly turned around, facing the sea, leaving his back to Pu Siqinglan:

"Your bad habit is that you seem to be a bit too confident, so confident that you don't even check your gun before taking action."

"Gun? What do you mean?" Pu Siqinglan was a little confused.

"The meaning is very simple."

The person in front of him slowly opened his hand, revealing seven gleaming yellow bullets in his palm.

"That's because I very presumptuously entered your room earlier and did something a little tampering with the pistol you hid in the compartment of the box, leaving only one bullet in your pistol magazine, oh, the one you just fired."

……

Chapter 343 Murder Case

Looking at the bullet in Chen Feng's hand, Pu Siqinglan narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

After a few seconds of silence, Pu Siqinglan suddenly let out a soft laugh:

"Hehe, sir, I also have something to tell you. This German-made PPSK pistol does indeed only have a magazine capacity of eight rounds. Seven of them are currently in your possession, while I fired the other one earlier. However..."

Pu Siqinglan smiled mockingly, raised her chin slightly, and said, "I have a habit of reloading the magazine after cocking my pistol. In other words, there are actually nine bullets in this gun!"

"is it?"

Chen Feng slowly turned around, his face obscured by a mask, making it impossible to see his expression.

"What if... I had taken eight bullets earlier?"

As if by magic, Chen Feng pulled another bullet out of his pocket, causing Pu Siqinglan's expression to change drastically.

"you……"

Pu Siqinglan had just uttered a single word when she felt a hard object pressed against her back, causing her body to freeze instantly.

She turned around in alarm, only to find that four people had appeared behind her without her noticing. One of them held a gun to her, while the other three stood guard around her.

The four people were wearing the same masks as the person in front of them, except that Chen Feng's face had the Joker card representing the "King," while the four people behind him had the Queen cards representing the "Spades," "Hearts," "Clubs," and "Diamonds."

"Don't move, ma'am."

The gentle voice of the person in front of her came, like the whisper of a devil, making Pu Siqinglan tremble slightly.

Even after Chen Feng reached out and took the pistol from her hand, she was unable to put up any resistance.

Seeing this, Chen Feng smiled slightly, casually threw the few bullets in his hand into the sea, then reached out and placed his fingers on the gun. With a crisp "click," the magazine of the pistol was removed, revealing a full load of bright golden bullets.

"you--"

Pu Siqinglan's eyes widened instantly: "You're lying to me?"

"How could I possibly do something so rude as to break into a lady's private bedroom without permission?"

Chen Feng skillfully put the magazine back in, then raised his hand, pressed the muzzle of the gun against Pu Siqinglan's fair chin, and gently lifted it upwards.

"However... your actions just now seemed quite rude..."

The gentle voice concealed an undisguised murderous intent, causing cold sweat to instantly break out on Pu Siqinglan's forehead.

Snapped--

The gun didn't fire; instead, [Queen of Clubs], who was standing behind her, reached out and struck her hard on the back of the neck.

Pu Siqinglan felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, then everything went black and she fainted completely.

"Boss, what do we do now?" The person with the Q of Clubs drawn on their mask asked, but it was a woman's voice.

"You don't need to worry about it. Just drive your speedboats and do as I asked you to do."

"Yes."

The group immediately stood at attention, not daring to delay. After quickly tidying up the scene, they climbed the rope ladder onto the speedboat on the side of the cruise ship and soon disappeared into the night.

……

The next day.

Early morning.

A figure was running wildly down the corridor, a look of terror on his face. It was Nishino, Suzuki Shiro's assistant and driver.

At this moment, Nishino anxiously arrived at the door of Kogoro Mouri and Chen Feng's house, knocking loudly on both doors: "Something bad has happened, Mr. Chen, Mr. Mouri, are you there?"

"Hey?"

Kogoro Mouri opened the door first, his face full of anticipation, and asked, "What's up? Is dinner ready?"

Chen Feng's door opened afterward, and the others, such as Xiao Lan, Conan, and Xia Mei, also opened their doors one after another after hearing the noise, looking over in confusion.

"What's wrong, Mr. Nishino? Has something happened?"

Chen Feng asked, looking puzzled as if he knew nothing about what happened last night.

"It's...it's Mr. Hanchuan!" Nishino gasped for breath, looking terrified.