Gin doesn't want to work hard

But Shuichi Akai stopped him.

Kurosawa paused and gave a puzzled look in response.

Just now most of the bullets fell in the seventh or eighth ring, with occasionally two close to the ninth ring.

This performance is far from meeting the qualified standards.

"Take a break first and continue later."

"Don't worry, we can come over in the next few days."

Akai Shuichi explained.

He was still somewhat concerned about the injuries on Kurosawa's body.

If my injury gets aggravated by practicing shooting, it would be a waste of time and effort.

Kurosawa nodded and put down the gun as Akai Shuichi wished.

He followed Shuichi Akai to the rest area.

Shuichi Akai poured a glass of water for himself and Kurosawa.

After Kurosawa sat down, he began to share his experiences with Kurosawa.

Since he intends to teach, Shuichi Akai will naturally do his best.

Kurosawa listened quietly at the side, nodding in response from time to time.

I don’t know whether he really learned anything, but at least on the surface, Kurosawa looked like he benefited a lot.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sky gradually darkened and soon it was evening.

But underground, without the changes in external light, the passage of time seems to become less clear.

Kurosawa is still practicing shooting.

At this time, the target had been moved ten meters away.

But at the same time, the scattered bullet shells had piled up into a thick layer at his feet.

Obviously, Kurosawa spent a lot of bullets in that afternoon.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion, after all, it was the FBI's stuff.

Akai Shuichi didn't seem to care either.

After all, practicing shooting will waste bullets.

Only real guns and real bullets can bring the most realistic experience.

Compared to the wasted bullets, Shuichi Akai was more interested in Kurosawa's progress.

Kurosawa made great progress this afternoon.

From not being able to hit the center of the three-meter target in the beginning, to basically being able to hit nine rings on the ten-meter target now.

This is already a very good result for a novice.

"That's it for today."

Watching Kurosawa empty his magazine again, Akai Shuichi spoke.

"Are you tired too?"

"Go back and rest today, we will continue tomorrow."

Kurosawa nodded and put the gun down.

He was indeed a little tired.

Tired.

He deliberately controlled the bullet to deviate so that Shuichi Akai couldn't see it.

It was okay at the beginning, after all, it was a bit fresh.

But later on, it became a bit boring.

However, some of the tips and experiences shared by Shuichi Akai are quite interesting.

Kurosawa relied on these to successfully recreate some of Akai Shuichi's little habits.

Next time when I meet him as Gin, maybe I can give him a surprise.

……

The two returned to the hospital.

Akai Shuichi walked in front and pushed open the door of the ward.

As soon as he opened the door, he was met with Conan's scrutinizing gaze.

"Where have you been?"

Conan sat on a stool with his arms folded across his chest. Although he was not tall, his eyes were sharp.

Obviously, Conan was very angry about Kurosawa and the other man sneaking out.

"The doctor should have told you not to go out, right?"

Looking at the clothes on Shuichi Akai, Conan narrowed his eyes.

"You changed out of your hospital gown without permission and slipped out. How are you going to explain this to the nurse when she comes?"

Hearing this, Kurosawa, who was one step behind Akai Shuichi, silently took off his windbreaker.

Then, he walked to his bedside calmly and sat down naturally.

Conan was choked when he saw Kurosawa's actions.

Akai Shuichi took advantage of this time and walked into the bathroom with a set of hospital gown.

He picked up the clothes on his way back.

"Click."

The toilet door was closed, Conan turned his head suddenly, only to find that Akai Shuichi was gone.

Conan: ...

He took a deep breath to calm his fluctuating heart.

Fortunately, he went back and took a nap obediently.

God knows how he felt when he woke up and saw the empty ward!

He naturally knew that Kurosawa and the other man wanted to get rid of him.

His willingness to go back is already a concession.

But even though he had cooperated so well, they were still so unscrupulous.

Just go out, but at least come back before he gets here, right?

If you go out behind my back and come back before I do, I will pretend that I didn't know.

This is what Conan wanted to express.

But Kurosawa and the others obviously didn't understand.

It’s understandable that Kurosawa doesn’t understand Conan, but Conan doesn’t believe that Akai Shuichi doesn’t understand!

In that case, don't blame him for trying to find out where they went!

Conan thought of Shuichi Akai's clothes.

The clothes fit him well, and if he looked closely, he could tell they were the same type he had worn before.

Except for the missing knitted hat, they can be said to be exactly the same.

Although it is also possible that it was bought on the spur of the moment after going out.

But Conan is more inclined to believe that Shuichi Akai went home.

This also explains why Kurosawa did not change his clothes, but just took a coat to cover it up.

But if it's just a trip home, it won't take that long.

They must have done something else!

Conan thought with certainty.

As for what I did...

He turned to look at Kurosawa and asked tentatively.

"Brother Kurosawa, what did you do just now?"

Hearing this, Kurosawa looked at him, as if hesitating whether to answer.

Just at this moment, Shuichi Akai changed his clothes and came out.

Kurosawa breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at Akai Shuichi with an expression as if to ask him.

Conan sighed upon seeing this.

It seems that taking shortcuts won't work.

Since he was sent away, Akai Shuichi would definitely not tell the truth.

This is indeed the case. Facing Conan's questions, Shuichi Akai remained calm.

"We just went out for a walk."

"Is that so? Kurosawa-kun?"

Conan turned and looked at Kurosawa.

Kurosawa's eyes were wandering, but he still nodded.

lie!

Conan stared with dead eyes and looked at Akai Shuichi again.

But Shuichi Akai is obviously not an ordinary person.

Facing Conan's gaze, he remained calm.

“I just went for a walk.”

"If you don't believe me, you can investigate it yourself, little detective."

Akai Shuichi said, walked to the bed, lay down, closed his eyes and took a nap.

"Show me the clothes."

Conan said as he took the clothes that Akai Shuichi had changed out of.

Akai Shuichi looked up at him but didn't stop him.

Look at it, you can't see anything anyway.

He had already removed the smoke from the shooting, and as for the smell, it was almost completely dispersed by the wind on the way back.

In addition, Shuichi Akai deliberately smoked it afterwards, and the smell of tobacco covered up the original smell very well.

The same goes for Kurosawa's clothes.

But he didn't seem to like the smell of cigarettes. Not long after Akai Xiu lit a cigarette, Kurosawa quietly moved away from him.

However, before entering the hospital, Shuichi Akai also confirmed that there was no smell on Kurosawa's clothes.

Even Conan couldn't have come up with the idea that two wounded men found a secret base to practice shooting for an entire afternoon.

Without evidence, Conan is destined to not discover the truth.

Conan was trying hard to find clues over there, while Kurosawa yawned over here.

He turned over, turned his back to Akai Shuichi and closed his eyes.

I didn't sleep the whole night and was very alert in the afternoon, so I feel a little sleepy now.

Then take a short nap.

Conan noticed Kurosawa's actions.