My lover is this organization

Conan locked onto the building where the sniper was as soon as the attack occurred. Now all he had to do was get down to the ground quickly, then find Dr. Agasa's car in a nearby public parking lot and take the solar skateboard from the trunk.

This may sound time-consuming, and it is indeed time-consuming, but there is no other way. This is the only way to catch up with the murderer, unless...

boom!

The elevator reached the bottom, the door opened, and Conan rushed out first.

However, just as he ran out of the door of the ground registration hall of Suzuki Tower, the dazzling sunlight fell from above his head, and a peculiarly shaped motorcycle roared down from the sky and landed steadily in front of him.

Wait, this familiar exaggerated style...

Conan was stunned, as if he realized something.

He looked up and saw a familiar yet evil face.

Qin Wuque maintained a tactical leaning back from top to bottom. He looked at Conan who happened to rush out of the door and opened his mouth slightly.

It seemed that the bastard had expected this, but he didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

He quickly responded and waved in a friendly manner.

"Hi!"

"you……"

Conan subconsciously took half a step back, but then he gritted his teeth and took the step back.

"No time to explain, let me get in the car!"

"Ok?"

Having said that, he didn't care whether Qin Wuque agreed or not, and he just forcibly pulled up Shengtaro's fuel tank cap and tried to climb up.

It’s not that Conan likes to sit in the front, it’s just that the shape of this motorcycle is exaggerated and it is really handsome, but... it has no back seat!

This is actually a single-person motorcycle!

Qin Wuque was a little caught off guard and slowly typed a question mark.

But it goes without saying that this time his goals and that of the high school detective are rarely the same.

So Qin Wuque was too lazy to argue any more and simply grabbed Conan by the back of the collar and lifted the guy onto the fuel tank.

"Hold on!" he shouted as he turned the accelerator.

At the same time, Shotaro's engine, which was comparable to a supercar, roared again.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Qin Wuque's driving style was really wild. Before Conan could even sit firmly in the car, he felt a strong push on his back from behind. He was forced to grab the dashboard to avoid being thrown off the spot.

The motorcycle, covered with high-tech light strips, rushed onto the road in a graceful arc. The powerful engine sound that was enough to make any male's hormones surge attracted the attention of everyone on the street, and also raised the blood pressure of the traffic police.

The traffic police from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who was directing traffic at a nearby intersection waved their traffic batons and tried to stop the motorcycle, but to no avail.

"Go that way!"

Conan lowered his head and flipped through his phone. A map of Tokyo city was displayed on the screen. He pointed ahead without raising his head.

Qin Wuque tilted his head to take a quick glance at the map, then decisively stepped on the accelerator.

The Shotaro, which already had outstanding straight-line speed performance, suddenly shot out like a sharp arrow, leaving only a shallow black tire mark on the ground and a confused traffic policeman.

The traffic policeman's expression seemed to be saying - I have never seen such an arrogant person in my life.

Qin Wuque didn't have time to pay attention to the expression on the traffic policeman's face. If he had noticed, he would have definitely said - you saw it today~

"Drive southwest! There is a commercial building in the southwest, and the criminal launched the sniper attack from the roof there!" Amid the whistling wind passing by, Conan sat on the fuel tank and gave orders.

After getting over the initial period of adjustment, he gradually got used to Qin Wuque's driving speed. Except that he still needed one hand to hold the dashboard, he could basically use his other hand to operate his mobile phone and look at the map.

"Oh, really? Let me see?" Qin Wuque lowered his head curiously in the face of the strong wind.

"Hmm... eh? Hello!"

Conan was almost frightened to death by this guy's desperate operation, and he shouted quickly.

"Look ahead! Look at the road! Don't look at my phone, I'll tell you the route! Drive carefully!"

"I can actually do two things at once..."

Qin Wuque said sincerely.

To be honest, it was only because we were in Japan and there was Conan on the bus, otherwise he would have used the shortest line between two points to speed up, and the crowded city and traffic jams would not have been a problem.

Aren’t the sidewalks spacious?

"That won't work either!" In stark contrast to his short hair that was blown all over the place by the wind, Conan was extremely determined. "Just keep going along this road. I'll tell you when we turn."

"Fine--"

Seeing that Conan refused to give an inch, Qin Wuque simply stopped talking and just silently stepped on the accelerator, increasing the speed to another level.

Amid the sound of the wind, Conan remained silent.

"You seem to have reached an agreement with the Suzuki Group?" he asked.

"Yes." Qin Wuque said without hesitation.

"Because of the garden?"

"No."

The brief conversation left Conan silent again.

If Qin Wuque admitted that it was because of Yuanzi, he would be angry because he knew that the feelings of his best friend who grew up with him were being exploited.

But Qin Wuque directly denied it.

In other words, this was a direct consensus reached between him and Suzuki Jirokichi or Suzuki Shiro.

Realizing this, Conan sighed silently in his heart, and for the first time, an emotion of powerlessness arose in his heart.

"But Sonoko likes you, I can see that."

"So?" Qin Wuque was completely unmoved.

"Have you ever considered giving her an answer?" Conan couldn't help it.

"Well... let me ask you, will you seriously reply to every love letter in the school shoe cabinet?"

Qin Wuque tilted his body to adjust his center of gravity and shuttled through the traffic.

"And if I really have to give an answer, I actually have a very good impression of her, but it doesn't matter if we are just friends or sworn siblings."

"Then you should say this to Sonoko, not to me." Conan lowered his head and continued to swipe the map on his phone.

"Turn left at the next intersection, then turn right after the traffic light." He continued.

"Well, I agree. I will have a serious talk with her later."

Qin Wuque turned according to Conan's instructions.

"But now, I have to first eliminate Zha Zong who dared to cause trouble on my territory."

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Daily two updates, done~

Chapter 283: Brave First, Then Weak

With sparks and lightning all the way, thanks to Qin Wuque's "testicular super" driving skills, it didn't take long for the two to arrive at the location where Conan said the sniper attack was launched.

This is actually a commercial plaza, similar to the T12 Fashion Shopping Center or Wanda Plaza. The mirrored glass covering the exterior walls of the building flashes golden light from different angles under the scorching summer sun. It is both conspicuous and light-polluting, and it is difficult for passers-by not to be attracted by it.

Around the square, the landmark buildings and the luxurious commercial scale bring a huge flow of people. Traffic jams can be seen almost everywhere on the roads, and most of them are taxis that leave after dropping off passengers.

Although he had never witnessed the sniping scene with his own eyes, Qin Wuque had no intention of doubting the accuracy of Conan's judgment. After all, there was only one building in the area that was tall enough to snipe the Suzuki Tower from bottom to top.

"Where do I start looking for this..."

Qin Wuque slowed down the car and began to drive slowly along the road. He looked around helplessly.

"Not to mention the huge flow of people around here, even if you know the specific appearance of the person, it is almost impossible to accurately find a person among so many people, not to mention that you don't even know what the person looks like, unless the person is walking on the street with a sniper rifle on his shoulder and singing those very rustic folk songs... Hmm? What are you doing?"

Qin Wuque lowered his head and saw that Conan, who was sitting on the motorcycle's fuel tank, had put away his mobile phone at some point and started fiddling with a pair of large glasses that were slightly exaggerated in proportion to his face.

"Don't worry, it's not as difficult as you think."

Conan adjusted the focus of the high-tech glasses made for him by Dr. Agasa and slowly looked around.

In his field of vision, a square locking frame composed of green lines flashed past one pedestrian after another, constantly switching the locking target.

"It took us very little time to get here. Moreover, this is a busy commercial plaza. The criminal launched a sniper attack from the rooftop. It is such a high floor, so he must have chosen to take the elevator when coming down. It takes quite a while just to go down to the ground floor."

"And I just looked at the map on my phone. The roads nearby are all red. There's a serious traffic jam. If we want to escape as quickly as possible, we have to either walk or ride a motorcycle..."

"Oh~ Liuliuliu, you are worthy of being a famous detective. Your analysis is well-reasoned~" Qin Wuque couldn't help but teasing.

"So, did you find someone?"

"found it."

"……Um?"

Qin Wuque was still slowly typing question marks, while Conan waved and pointed at the traffic light intersection ahead.

At the intersection he was pointing to, a medium-sized figure riding an off-road motorcycle and wearing a black helmet was waiting to turn left at the intersection.

“See, the guy riding the motorcycle with a bag on his back…yes, that’s the size of a rifle bag!”

"hiss--"

Qin Wuque couldn't help but hold his forehead.

He actually wanted to cover the boy's mouth, but it was too late.

"I understand your joy after you locked onto the criminal, but why did you shout it out?"

Qin Wuque had already noticed the figure riding a motorcycle on the side of the road when Conan pointed his finger, and was just about to step on the accelerator and pretend to follow casually, but he didn't expect that the seemingly smart high school detective who was traveling with him was actually a straightforward boy, and his shout directly reminded the other party.

It goes without saying that the criminal had just completed a sniper assassination operation and was about to go downstairs to retreat when he was pointed at and shouted at by an inexplicable child in the street. He didn't even have time to wait for the traffic light to change, and he stepped on the accelerator and tried to run away on the spot.

"Hurry, hurry and catch up!" Conan slammed the fuel tank cap anxiously.

"Stop it, don't hit your watch strap on my car. If you scratch the paint off, you have to pay for it!"

Qin Wuque slapped Conan on the back of his head with his left hand, and at the same time, he turned the accelerator with his left hand.

"Hold on tight, we're going to have to sprint!"

The following car racing scenes can be included in the classic guide of Hollywood blockbuster racing.

In the busy and congested center of Tokyo, two motorcycles were seen, one in front and one behind, one fleeing and one chasing, completely ignoring all traffic rules and rushing through the criss-crossing roads, weaving through the endless traffic in a way that would make the most daring extreme sports enthusiasts scream.

It also caused countless traffic accidents.

However, at this moment, the high school detective who always liked to emphasize abiding by the law seemed to have completely forgotten the creed he adhered to. His eyes were fixed on the motorcycle that was speeding through the traffic in front of him but the distance between the two sides was still shrinking. He turned a deaf ear to the sound of vehicle collisions that continued to sound behind him.

And judging from his expression, he seemed to be dissatisfied with Qin Wuque for not driving fast enough, especially when he looked at his hand that was resting on the gas tank to steady his body, and his fingertips that kept tapping impatiently on the gas cap.

In his other hand, he held a detective badge that looked like Sherlock Holmes's.

"Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, can you hear me?" Conan kept repeating to the detective badge.

"What is this, a walkie-talkie?" Qin Wuque looked down curiously. "This kind of toy walkie-talkie usually loses signal when it's more than ten meters or at most twenty meters away, right?"

Just as he said, the only sound coming out of the detective badge equipped with the intercom function was a rustling noise.

"Damn, this piece of junk!" Conan was a little overwhelmed.

A second later, almost miraculously, a human voice appeared in the detective badge that had only made rustling noises.

"Hello? Conan, what's going on over there? It's so noisy."

The person who spoke was Dr. Agasa.

"I am now tracking the criminal who launched the sniper attack. The license plate number is Shinjuku SE3317, and he is heading north along Miki Street..."

Conan paused. Just as he was reporting, the criminal's route suddenly changed, turning from the main road to a side path.

"He turned left!"

“Go, go, go~”