In Conan, the shrine is inherited

The remaining members of Iijima Pharmaceutical Research Institute were peering out of the window.

"The rain has stopped."

"This rain is so strange, and the thunder is so scary. It seems that even the monitoring circuit has been damaged."

"What do you know? My grandma said that rainstorms come quickly and go away quickly, which is normal. As for monitoring... power outages caused by thunder often happen. Fortunately, we don't have any experiments on hand, otherwise it would be terrible."

"Yeah...wait, do you smell anything?" a researcher asked doubtfully.

"smell?"

"Hmm, something smells like something burning."

Upon hearing this, several members sniffed and indeed there was a burnt smell. They looked at each other, realized that something was wrong, and hurried out of the room, only to find that black smoke was billowing from under the doors of other rooms in the corridor.

Without even opening the door, the researcher knew what was happening.

"It's on fire!" the young researcher shouted.

“Why isn’t the smoke alarm working!”

"Where's the fire extinguisher?"

"Stop arguing!" The person in charge covered his mouth and nose, his face changing again and again, sweat running down his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was because of the heat or nervousness. He shouted: "Go and check on Shirley! I'll report to Master Gin!"

A security guard rushed out and opened the door of the gas chamber: "Oh no! Shirley's handcuffs have been opened! She has been rescued!"

In the blazing research institute, the person in charge could not stand steadily after hearing the news. Others thought he had fainted from lack of oxygen and supported him. In fact, he felt that he was about to die. The research institute was burned down and Shirley was rescued...

Shooting is not an exaggeration!

It’s over, it’s over. Maybe he will be executed after today.

Researchers and security personnel evacuated the institute and looked at the building that was engulfed in flames and blackened in appearance.

The person in charge looked pale, took out his cell phone, called Gin, and was quickly connected. He said in despair: "Master Gin, Red Bean Mud Private Marseille! Shirley... was rescued, and the research institute was burned down... I regret my mistake!"

"No need to say, I've seen it..."

Not far from the institute, a black Porsche 365A was parked on the side of the road.

Gin held up his phone, looking at the burning building, his face gloomy, as if someone had smeared coal ash on his face. He pressed the end button stiffly, and it seemed as if a flame was coming out of his body. His face was stretched long, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who on earth is that person..."

He didn't care at all that the institute burned down.

But Shirley escaped...

This is undoubtedly a slap in his face!

“Haha, Gin, I didn’t expect you to miscalculate.” Vermouth casually put her hand on Gin’s shoulder and said teasingly, “Shirley’s little kitten has also been rescued, after all, your expression is so ugly.”

"Shut up!" Gin glared back fiercely, "If you hadn't asked me to pick you up at the airport, Shirley wouldn't have been rescued!"

Vodka watched the verbal confrontation between the two and didn't dare to interrupt, but he also followed his eldest brother's gaze and stared at him stupidly. However, he was sitting in the car and wearing sunglasses, so neither Gin nor Vermouth noticed him.

Vermouth said with a smile: "Are you going to put the blame on me? I won't take the blame for you. Don't tell me that a busy man like you will stay in the institute until six in the morning to execute Shirley."

Gin was silent. Indeed, there were still a lot of traitors and undercover agents waiting for him to kill, and he didn't have the time to waste with Shirley.

Suddenly, a series of alarm bells sounded in the distance and came quickly.

Gin's phone also rang. He picked it up impatiently, but immediately calmed down when he saw the phone number and put it to his ear respectfully: "Boss... May I ask what instructions you have?"

Vermouth also stopped being casual and stood aside seriously.

"Gin..." The voice on the other end of the phone used a voice changer, "You disappointed me today. Later I hope you can explain to me who rescued Shirley, and... why the 1 billion yen robbed by Miyano Akemi appeared in the Iijima Pharmaceutical Research Institute.

"Now, evacuate. The police will be here soon."

The call was hung up and a beeping tone sounded.

Gin was still holding the phone, the adult's words echoing in his mind. He widened his eyes in shock, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. Ten billion yen... the ten billion yen that Miyano Akemi robbed, the ten billion yen that he used as bait?

Could it be... that all this was done by the mysterious person he has been pursuing!

“Hahahaha…” Gin suppressed his laughter, laughing like crazy, “I knew he would come! I knew he was no ordinary opponent!”

"Him?" Vermouth frowned, "Gin, what are you talking about?"

"I'll talk to you later." Gin sat in the passenger seat, "Get in the car first, the police will be here soon."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing something unusual. She smiled, stepped into the back seat of the car with her sexy legs, and said to Gin, "Well, I hope to hear a good story later."

Vodka drove the car, holding the steering wheel tightly, and the German tree frogs quickly fled the area where it had just rained.

***

Not long ago, Ye Qiuxin and others were halfway to evacuate.

Ye Qiuxin walked into a public telephone booth and said in a pinched voice: "Hello, I want to report. I am a cleaner. When I was cleaning, I accidentally found the location of 1 billion yen. It was hidden inside a drug research institute. The information is absolutely accurate. Please send someone over immediately.

“What, bonus, my name?

"No, I'm a person who has gotten rid of vulgar tastes. Cleaning is my hobby. I don't want any bonus! Oh, by the way, if there's any news report, please help me say that I hate crows. Thank you."

Ye Qiuxin pressed the phone button and sighed.

He felt extremely distressed about giving up such a lucrative bonus, but no matter what... He looked through the transparent partition at the car under the heavy rain. Miyano Shiho was lying inside, and Miyano Akemi stuck her head out and also looked at him.

Ye Qiuxin chuckled: "It's over now, I guess."

Chapter 81 I plead guilty, I did it!

Members of the Iijima Pharmaceutical Research Institute also heard the sirens.

"Deputy Director, the police are here, let's run!" A researcher had a sad face. He knew that he had caused a huge disaster, and now the police had arrived, so he had to run away. The other personnel had similar thoughts.

After saying this, the researcher ran out in two steps at a time.

"Idiot, why are you running!" The person in charge chased after him, grabbed the researcher's arm, and slapped him in the face. He looked at the trembling members and shouted angrily, "Are you stupid? The institute was burned down, Shirley ran away, we made so many mistakes, and we will be killed by Gin-sama if we escape. It's better for us to be taken away by the police!"

The deputy director also thought of Kairun the first time he heard the sirens.

But in a flash he realized that the police came at the perfect time! They were his savior! If he escaped, he would definitely be killed by the organization. If he was not found by the winery, he would have to live a life of displacement and hardship every day in hiding.

But being taken away by the police, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Although you are in prison, at least you have three meals a day, and the most important thing is that you are still alive.

The deputy director carefully instructed: "Listen, I don't know why the police came here, but I think it should be a problem with the institute. When the police ask questions later, you should answer whatever they ask, except for information about the organization. If the police just happened to see the fire and rushed here, then say that we set the fire in the institute together and try to go to prison. Do you understand!"

"Yes!" All the members nodded repeatedly.

No wonder the deputy director could become the deputy director, his methods are indeed extraordinary!

When Inspector Megure led a long row of police cars to the entrance of the research institute, he saw people standing in a neat line not far away. He was immediately confused. What were they doing? It was as if they were waiting for the police to arrive.

Inspector Megure walked over and asked in confusion: "You guys..."

"Mr. Police, I plead guilty. We did it. Please arrest us!" The deputy director raised his hands in tears. "I repent for my crime!"

Led by the deputy director, the rest of the staff rushed to admit their mistakes, fearing that their crimes would be mitigated.

"It has nothing to do with anyone else. It was my idea!"

"I did it first!"

"Stop talking, I'm the culprit!"

"I have committed many evil deeds..."

"Ah?" Inspector Megure was confused. I just came here to investigate a case, what were you doing?

***

The fire hoses sprayed out torrents of water, and several fully armed firefighters came out of the institute. After more than an hour of long work, the fire at the Iijima Pharmaceutical Research Institute was finally put out.

A firefighter with blackened protective clothing reported: "Inspector Megure, the fire has cooled down, but I don't recommend you go in and search immediately. Even if the fire is out, it's still very dangerous inside. Our people are helping you search a few rooms that have not been burned. The rest of the work can only be done during the day."

"Okay, thank you very much." Inspector Megure shook hands with the firefighter.

"It's okay." The firefighter left.

Inspector Megure looked at the unrecognizable pharmaceutical research institute, his fat face filled with gloom.

Since the safe key was found on Hirota Masami's body that night and the public was being asked for information, the Metropolitan Police Department has received countless calls from people who confidently said they had seen 10 billion yen.

Some of them made mistakes, some deliberately made trouble, and some wanted to take advantage of the situation.

But none of it was real.

But near dawn, another reporting call came in. The reporter claimed to be a cleaner. The content of the call was extremely unique. Other reporting calls said that the hiding place was a certain rental safe.

Because the key to the safe was released by the police.

The cleaner said that the hiding place of the 10 billion yen was a pharmaceutical research institute.

Did not reveal name, refused bonus…

This out-of-place report immediately attracted the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department. The reason was simple: the location the police suspected was also a certain rental safe, and there was almost no connection between the drug research institute and the 10 billion yen robbery.

If that's the case, why did the cleaner say that he saw 10 billion yen at the Pharmaceutical Research Institute?

Ordinary people would never link these two things together for no reason!

There is a good chance that the cleaner witnessed a billion yen!

So Inspector Megure quickly led a group of people to the scene and prepared to search. On the way, they saw the blazing flames above the research institute, which surprised them very much. After they arrived, something even more unexpected happened.

Inspector Megure couldn't help but turn around and take a look at that group of strange researchers.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out what these people are trying to say.

About twenty minutes later, a firefighter came running over with an excited look on his face, holding a pile of things in his arms. When he got closer, the police officers around him all looked at the things in the firefighter's arms.

"This……"

"real or fake?"

That was money, stacks of brand new money!

The firefighter walked up to Inspector Megure and said, "Inspector Megure, look at this money."

Inspector Megure looked gloomy as he picked up a stack of banknotes and looked at them. The banknotes had not yet been opened, but at this point he could have already made a judgment. He looked at the group of researchers and said, "Takagi, give me the serial number list of the banknotes that were robbed from the Shiling Bank. Sato, have the police officers protect those people strictly."

"Yes." Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako accepted the order.