Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

—Pramya? A bomb? Everyone will die?

Mao Lilan felt that her thinking was a little bit confused.

What is this and what?

She shook her head, shaking out all the unclear thoughts in her mind, then clenched her fists and spoke seriously.

"I know, leave it to me!"

The phone hangs up.

The Shinigami pupil breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are you talking to on the phone? The girl named Maori?"

Hattori Heiji's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Conan subconsciously turned his head to look at Hattori Heiji, only to see that the famous Kansai detective, who had just been in a coma, had now revived with full blood, rubbing his forehead, and the amulet hanging on his chest was only half left.

The remaining half probably fell on the car when he pulled Hattori Heiji to prevent stray bullets.

"Where is she now? Where is the next explosion in Pramya?"

Hattori Heiji stroked his chin and glanced at his rented car, which was badly damaged.

The good news is that the traffic police did not find out that he was a minor and was driving without a license.

Bad news, the rental car was a total loss and he had to go back to face at least some scolding from his dad.

But compared to Beika Town, which could turn into fireworks at any time, it still seems insignificant, he said seriously.

"You go find her, and leave the rest to me!"

"How can a man just sit back and watch the girl he loves in danger?!"

Conan raised his head and looked at Hattori Heiji. He gritted his teeth and immediately planned to rush to the Suzuki Group's exhibition museum. No matter what, there was a high probability that the museum would be the next explosion site of Pramia.

Even if it is not for saving Lan, we must do our best to reduce casualties!

Looking at the Death God elementary school student who was stepping on a skateboard and sliding faster than a car, a hint of shock flashed in Hattori Heiji's eyes.

No, buddy, are you really driving a scooter on the road? I was thinking that if you need me, I can ask someone to drive you there!

"Mr. Hattori..."

"Give him a ride, old man. Don't let a schoolboy get into trouble on the way."

The Osaka Prefectural Police next to him were just about to step forward and come over to inquire about Hattori Heiji's injuries.

Then I was happy to find the job of elementary school student driver, so I had to sigh and drive to chase the elementary school student who was coasting on the slopes.

Watch the car and scooter disappear from sight.

Hattori Heiji immediately planned to contact Hakuba to inquire about the situation, and then he felt someone pulling the corner of his clothes.

So he lowered his head to look at the corner of his clothes, and happened to see another elementary school student——Haihara Ai.

"The situation has become serious."

Haibara Ai said in a serious whisper.

"I have a way to contact Yan Shuangying, but I need your help."

————I have figured out that all the elementary school students in Dr. Agasa’s research institute have special skills!

The famous detective from Osaka couldn't help but complain inwardly.

However, speaking of Yan Shuangying, he could not deny that finding Yan Shuangying at this time was the best choice.

Apart from anything else, at least Yan Shuangying is experienced and professional, and will not be hindered by the same obstacles as him, a foreigner!

Chapter 114 Gin: Whoever makes me take the blame, I will kill him! (1/5)

"What did you say?! Another organization base was taken down by Yan Shuangying?"

"Are you kidding? Didn't they move the base near Beika Town to the outskirts of the city? There are dozens of people, and no news can be spread? It's almost dark now, and you told me they were killed this afternoon and you just found out now?"

Gin's mood became more and more excited, and Hong Wen became more excited day by day.

Aside from him and Vodka, and at most Curacao and half a Vermouth, how could the rest of the organization be considered human? He'd spent the morning planning the next activities, and the afternoon tracking down Kiel's whereabouts, and now at dusk he was being told this?

Is this kind of pressure something a human can handle? Did he break the laws of heaven in his past life, and does he owe it to these living fathers in this life?

"How you deal with it is your business, not mine!"

"Doesn't the armed base have a direct line to Rum? Let Rum make the decision. Do you think I can fly directly back to the base to help you adjust your base plan while I'm arresting people in Beika Town?"

The knuckles of the fingers holding the phone were crackling, and it was hard to doubt whether Gin would crush the phone with one hand in the next moment.

Vodka, who was standing next to him, was terrified. He picked up the mysterious official surveillance footage that had just been adjusted, which was the same as if it existed, and then carefully asked Gin.

"Boss, are we still checking on Kir? I see she's been hiding from the cameras..."

"There aren't many cameras in Japan to begin with, and if she's intentionally avoiding them, I think it might be a little... a little hard to find her today based on the surveillance footage..."

After hearing these words, Gin calmed down.

I'm used to it, this is normal. The official surveillance can be thrown away by their quick change of position, but it is strange to find the traces of professional agents with anti-surveillance awareness, which is not surprising.

He sighed and looked up at the setting sun that was about to fall into the horizon.

Finally, he turned his head and closed the screen of Vodka's laptop. Then he turned around and said.

"Let's go back to base. Rum is overambitious, so it won't work if we rely on him to make the arrangements."

Apart from Curacao, a good seedling that he rescued from Vermouth's men, the other code-named members that guy found were all ugly, especially Binga, who had been dressed as a woman for several years, looking neither human nor ghost, and even had dreadlocks.

Even though he was a code-named member, he couldn't even understand the situation. Before he dived into the Pacific buoy, he would get in his face every now and then.

It is said that a small detail can reveal a big picture. If the top beam is crooked, the subordinates will be crooked too. If the subordinates are generally like this, how good can the rum be?

The ace of the Black Organization's action team lit a cigarette, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

He doesn't look like an expert killer, but more like a desperate worker who has discovered that his colleagues are all dragging him down.

He and Vodka walked out of the alley one after another. They were too lazy to comment on the new car. They just missed the Porsche 356A that was still parked in the yard of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Snap————

Vodka opened the car door, and Gin was just about to lower his head and get into the back seat.

Suddenly, his body stopped, and his sight fell like a sharp knife on a guy not far away who was carrying a black handbag and a gun in his arms. He walked into the alley with several robbers who also had guns hidden in their clothes.

————Is this a member of the Beika Town gang? A daily robber? Or some kind of robber?

Gin didn't get in the car, and Vodka was a little confused.

He followed Gin's gaze to the entrance of the alley, and just saw the last person in the group of gunmen walk into the alley, so he asked with some confusion.

"Boss, what's wrong? Is there anything strange?"

Gin ignored him, stood up straight and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Seeing this, Vodka also closed the car door. He wanted to keep up with Gin, but he couldn't. When he caught up with Gin, Gin had already stood firm at the entrance of the alley, and there were corpses lying on the ground in front of him.

Those guys with the briefcases and guns, whatever they were, have now been silenced forever.

Looking at this scene, Vodka swallowed his saliva, wondering why Gin was so abnormal today.

Then he saw Gin walk to the handbag, unzip it, fiddle with the opening of the bag with a pistol, and then his face became completely gloomy.

"Two-color liquid bomb."

The Black Organization's ace whispered.

"Pramya? That reckless French bomber actually dared to take advantage of our actions? And let us take the blame?"

"You've done this once, and you still dare to stay in Tokyo? You want to do it a second time? Make me take the blame a second time? Make me be held accountable by the boss for failure a second time?"

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

The low air pressure made Vodka feel a little breathless. He knew that the anger that his elder brother had suppressed with great difficulty had been completely aroused at this moment. Although he didn't know where Pramya was, he knew——

Pramya will definitely die tonight.

Because Pramya is already on the kill list of the Black Organization's ace action team!

"Vodka, calculate the power and give me the map of Tokyo City, no, Beika Town."

Gin said.

He put the pistol back on his belt and looked at the liquid bomb in the black bag with cold eyes.

The Black Organization had a mole inside the Metropolitan Police Department. Although that mole was most likely a double agent, he still sent some intelligence after the Tokyo National Stadium bombing.

For example, the remnants of a liquid bomb were found on the ceiling at the scene.

Not many people have mastered the method of manufacturing liquid bombs, and even fewer are as skilled as him in using them, or even better. It can be pinned down to just a few people.

It is obvious that Pramya is one of the suspects, and now that he has seen the two-color liquid bomb, Gin can directly lock the idiot who dared to use the organization on Pramya!

Tick, tick, tick.

The only sound left at the scene was the tapping of keyboards.

After a while, Vodka handed the laptop to Gin. Gin glanced at the map of Beika-cho, Tokyo, and quickly calculated the possible explosion locations and routes in Pramya.

Then, he slid the center cursor of the laptop with one hand, marked a few points on the map, and finally closed his eyes, allowing the entire Beika Town map with the suspected explosion site marked to appear in his mind once again.

Snap————

The laptop is closed.

Gin adjusted the collar of his black coat and his signature sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He planned tonight's itinerary without hesitation.

"Change your schedule, Vodka. We're not going to the base tonight."

"Let's go [catch mice]."

Chapter 115 What? Kaito Kidd is Pramia? (2/5)

"...How did you find this place?"