My lover is this organization

No one was dissatisfied with this arrangement. After all, not only did the memorial service fail to take place, but someone died at the scene. In this situation, any normal person would want to go home and calm down.

If there is anyone who would really feel dissatisfied, it would probably be Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi himself.

But now he has peacefully turned into a corpse, and even if he really wants to say something, he no longer has the chance to speak.

After successfully breaking through the circle of reporters outside the door with the surging crowd, Pisco, who was still the chairman of the car company and had a special car to pick him up when attending such occasions, took the elevator directly downstairs.

Qin Wuque and Gin came to the underground parking lot on the lowest level of Beihu Hotel.

They don't have a special car to pick them up.

In the underground parking lot, the lights were dim and everything was silent. Only the sound of leather shoes and high heels stepping on the ground echoed in the empty space.

The silver-haired beauty sneered, "These Metropolitan Police Department police are really a bunch of useless people who just eat and do nothing. They actually went out to respond to a crime call in the middle of the night that they didn't even know was true or false."

"Yes, yes." Qin Wuque said casually.

At this moment, he was looking at the ceiling, his legs moving mechanically, his eyes flickering slightly, and he was obviously thinking about something else. Hearing Captain Qin's words, he subconsciously complained.

"So is there really any need for such a stupid public security agency to spy on intelligence?"

"..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the silver-haired beauty's originally short and powerful footsteps came to an abrupt halt, just like an emergency brake, which also stopped a certain dog head that had been automatically following her and had been in a daze all the way.

She seemed to suddenly think of something, turned her head and looked at Qin Wuque who was still confused and hadn't reacted behind her. Her narrow dark green eyes narrowed slightly, looking beautiful and dangerous.

"In Japan, the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department are two different departments." She said this word by word, then completely shut up and concentrated on observing the latter's reaction.

Qin Wuque's expression also changed from confused at the beginning to bewildered, and then he fell into deep thought, and finally twisted himself into a "Scream" again.

"Holy shit..." the Los Santos boss muttered to himself, "I thought Japan was the same as China."

Gin understood everything immediately after seeing his expression, and sneered, "I guess you are not..."

"Oh my~ Something terrible~" Qin Wuque slapped his head and yelled as if he suddenly remembered that there was still a nuclear bomb porridge cooking on the stove at home. "I just remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to tell Mingmei that I would not be back for dinner tonight when I went out. It's over, Mingmei must be angry. Well, Captain Qin, you stay in the car for a while. There is a supermarket nearby. I'll buy some snacks and bring them back. I'll be back soon. By the way, you can check if there is any bug in the car..."

After saying that, he turned around and tried to run away, but before he could take two steps, he was hit on the back of the head by a square object that came through the air from behind.

It was mild and painless, but quite a warning.

Qin Wuque immediately stopped and looked back, only to find that what fell on the ground was an empty ladies' cigarette box, and Captain Qin was still holding the last cigarette taken out of the box in his hand.

This guy understood what I meant on the spot, and after nodding vigorously and making a gesture to show that he was looking down on me, he turned into a husky on the loose, and rushed out of the underground garage without looking back.

The speed at which he ran away was even faster than Chu Liuxiang trying to stop Wei Yixiao, which made Gin both angry and amused.

Her eyes were still looking in the direction where someone's back disappeared. The silver-haired beauty subconsciously raised her hand and used her fingertips to hook up the silver hair that had fallen when she lowered her head to light a cigarette, and straightened it behind her ears.

I thought to myself – is she that scary?

……

"Plums, nuts, coffee, shachima, two bags of potato chips, and..."

In a 24-hour convenience store near Beihu Hotel, Qin Wuque was selecting snacks to take back.

Mingmei likes to eat things like plums and nuts. She often holds a plate of snacks in her hand and eats them while watching TV series.

Coffee is Shirley's favorite. Although she no longer needs to stay up late to read research reports, the lifestyle habits she has developed over the years cannot be changed in a short period of time. Moreover, her attitude does not seem to change. She has just changed from staying up late for scientific research to staying up late just for the sake of staying up late.

As for the shachima and potato chips, they belong to Qin Wuque. He has always been fond of junk food, and because of the dragon blood, he can eat as much as he wants without gaining weight.

Finally, it’s the leader of the Qin group.

Even though Captain Qin had clearly asked him to help bring a pack of cigarettes before he left, Qin Wuque couldn't help but hesitate when it came to taking the cigarettes from the shelf and throwing them into the shopping cart.

He saw a large number of smoking cessation candies neatly arranged on the shelf next to him.

In fact, personally speaking, Qin Wuque has no good feelings towards cigarettes, because he once had a younger brother who was not related to him by blood but with whom he had a very good relationship since childhood. His grandfather was busy with business when he was young, and he smoked and drank excessively. In the end, he got cancer, which could not be cured and died.

After thinking for a moment, he threw a box of cigarettes and a box of smoking cessation candy into the shopping basket.

Check out and leave.

In the darkness of night, Qin Wuque walked out of the convenience store, crossed the path in front of the door and entered a dark alley diagonally opposite.

Just pass through the alley and cross a main road, and the magnificent Beihu Hotel will be right in front of you.

However, just as Qin Wuque was about to walk out of the alley, a figure less than 1.2 meters tall suddenly flashed out from the side and stopped him.

"finally found you!"

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My brother's grandfather died of cancer due to smoking. Before he passed away, he specifically told my aunt not to let my brother smoke.

However, the amazing thing is... since then my aunt only had a psychological trauma on the hospital, but not on cigarettes. Now my brother still smokes and goes to bars as usual, and his mother basically doesn't care.

mystery.

Chapter 123 The Beginning of Evil

"finally found you!"

Under the moonlight, the high school detective, whose body has shrunk but whose mind is still sharp, holds up the anesthetic watch. His young face is filled with the glow of justice, and the sight of the watch is pointed directly at the God of Crime.

"Looking for me? What do you want from me?" Qin Wuque's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but feel a little amused in his heart.

With his eyesight, he could certainly tell that this watch was not an ordinary object. The presence of a sight meant that it could launch something. Although it was unclear what would be launched, it was most likely not an electric sentry like the Rainbow Six tram, but some small gadget that could defeat the enemy with one strike and instantly make the enemy lose the ability to move.

For example... Violent Arrow?

Wait, is this a beggar version of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?

Qin Wuque was in a strange mood.

To be honest, he really didn't think that this thing would have any effect on him. The main reason was that even if it was the real Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, as long as it wasn't shot from his mouth, he was confident that he could block it all even at close range, let alone the beggar version of the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.

And looking at the design structure... there is a saying that there is spare bullets, so it can't be that there is only one round?

"Of course I have something to talk to you about, Mr. Qin... Oh no, it would be better to call you Mr. Snow Beer of the Black Organization." Conan was full of confidence, not realizing that he was the one who was being beheaded. "By the way, I have to advise you that the anesthetic needle in my watch can even paralyze an elephant, so you'd better not act rashly."

"Really? I don't believe it." Qin Wuque scratched his face.

"Believe it or not, but before I anesthetize you and hand you over to the Japanese police, I have a few questions to ask you." Conan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "First of all, it was you who killed Shigehiko Tsuguchi, right?"

"Neuropathy……"

"Ok?"

Perhaps he had never encountered such a tough criminal before. The high school detective, who was used to the criminals answering whatever he asked, was stunned for a moment by being scolded.

Just ask a nice question, why are you cursing?

Qin Wuque curled his lips and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't even know Tunkou Zhongyan until today. I warn you that you will be responsible for your nonsense. Do you understand?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, do you have evidence to prove that I killed him? Huh?"

"I……"

Conan was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, he really doesn't have this evidence.

Although he installed a bug in his Porsche and successfully overheard through his high-tech glasses the news that the Black Organization was going to assassinate Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi at the Haido Hotel tonight, his glasses could only allow for listening and had no recording function!

No, I have to ask the doctor to add it when I get back.

"Look, there is nothing at all, right?" Qin Wuque spread his hands and made an expression of surprise.

If he had followed his usual style, he would have kicked the man in the neck and sent him to death by now, so why would he be talking so much nonsense?

But he suddenly found that... teasing this naughty kid seemed to be quite fun. To put it nicely, he was quite honest, and to put it bluntly, he was just naive. He thought that the world was just as he imagined, full of love and justice. All evil must be crushed and killed by justice, just like killing harmful spirits to mosquitoes.

However, the reality is often not so beautiful.

Everyone actually has a fun-loving mentality. Although Qin Wuque doesn't think he is a heavy taste enthusiast, he doesn't mind turning into a JOKER and teaching this Tokyo Bruce Wayne a lesson.

He had no interest in forcing good girls into prostitution or persuading them to change their ways, but watching a high school detective who had been brainwashed by love and justice gradually fall into evil... No, it should be that he gradually faced the reality.

He was quite happy about this.

"Come on, high school detective Kudo Shinichi, guess what has six legs before entering the alley and two legs when leaving the alley?" The smile on Qin Wuque's face gradually became evil and crazy.

"Yes..." Conan wanted to answer subconsciously. He knew the joke, even though it was a bit lame.

But just as he was about to blurt out the answer, he suddenly reacted and looked at Qin Wuque in shock, as if he had heard something extremely incredible.

Does he know who I am?

In an instant, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning struck Conan's mind out of nowhere, and the chaotic fragments of memory were extracted from his mind at an extremely fast speed, refined, arranged, and sorted... and finally combined to reveal the truth.

There is no doubt that Qin Wuque was the man who disguised himself as Kumamon and slammed him unconscious with a sword in the Dorobiga Amusement Park!

Shocked, Conan subconsciously touched the back of his head where he felt a dull pain.

"It seems like you remember everything?" Qin Wuque's face was full of joking.

"It's... you?" The high school detective's eyes twitched slightly, "You've always known who I am?"

"Of course not." Qin Wuque's tone became more and more cheerful. "I didn't see you shrink with my own eyes, but I saw the whole process of my girlfriends... shrinking, so I know the effect of the drug. When I first saw you, I just felt that you looked familiar. Later, based on your performance, I began to doubt it. As for now, I can say that I am completely sure."

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and raised it.

"But it doesn't matter if you're not sure. I took advantage of you being unconscious on the plane to Vesbania to collect your fingerprints and personal identification information. If we compare it with the database, we'll know everything."

"Give me the antidote..." the boy said hoarsely, "I want to restore my original body, and then I will catch all of you criminals in one fell swoop!"

"Neuropathy."

Qin Wuque looked at him with eyes that showed concern for the mentally retarded: "Please tell me what the difference is between your comments and playing CSGO ladder and letting the opponent send you a sniper rifle and then standing in a line and being shot one by one?"

"I……"

"What do you mean by 'you'?" Qin Wuque scolded bluntly.

"Do you think you asked for this? Or did we pinch your throat and force the medicine into your mouth? That medicine is very expensive!"

"That's why they say young people shouldn't be too impetuous. Once they learn a little, they start talking nonsense. Look, you've pooped your pants now, haven't you?"

"Is there any computer student who, upon seeing someone install two antivirus software programs, immediately has a conditioned reflex and must snatch the mouse and keyboard to force the person to uninstall one? I say, can you be more stable? If you want to be a detective, you should open a detective agency honestly, instead of buzzing around like a bee all day long."

"Besides, we Chinese have a saying that cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. We didn't take the initiative to provoke you, but you cut off our financial resources, followed us, and peeped at us. It is said that the one who provokes first is the slut. According to the rules, I should issue a warrant right now and have your entire family killed, but we haven't done so yet because the disaster won't affect your family."

As he said this, he raised his thumb and pointed at himself, with a look of pride on his face.

"Talk about morality!"

Then he made an international friendly gesture to Conan.

“How shameful!”

"..."

Although he knew rationally that the other party was simply a group of criminals, but as he listened carefully, Conan actually seemed to think that there was some truth in them.

But he soon came to his senses and shouted, "Illegal things are illegal after all. Even if you say it in such a high-sounding way, it can't cover up the fact that it violates the law!"

"Yeah, that's a shame."

Someone's voice drifted in from behind Conan in the evening breeze.

Looking back, Qin Wuque had passed by him and walked out of the dark alley.

"You're not going to kill me?" Conan followed with his eyes.

hiss……

Hearing this familiar sentence, Qin Wuque stopped and thought to himself, these people are all too Versailles. They must be uncomfortable if they are not attacked by sharks, right?

He raised his head, touched his chin, stared at the bright moon in the sky for two or three seconds, and nodded.

"Maybe it's because you have a very beautiful mother."

After saying that, he continued walking forward on his own.

Conan couldn't help but get angry, but there was nothing he could do as the gap in strength between the two sides was already obvious.

He could only roar in impotence and rage like a defeated Heisei Kamen Rider.