Conan's Unscientific Detective

But, is it really necessary to go to Gunma so late?

"Ha...how boring."

The little night owl yawned. He was not interested in Conan's behavior of staying up late at night and going to Gunma to investigate the case.

She turned around and went back to her room, lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt up.

The whole set of movements is clean and neat.

go to bed.

But Haibara Ai lay on the bed with her eyes closed, but she couldn't fall asleep.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her eyes looking resentful and dead.

——I just finished my coffee and I can’t sleep.

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Conan and Dr. Agasa took a car back to Tokyo.

Conan became more certain about the identities of these two people as jewel thieves.

Then after some reasoning, the two people revealed their identities.

Things are simple after that.

Conan put the anesthetic needle in his left hand and knocked the driver down immediately. When the car was out of control, he stopped it.

The other woman was frightened by this operation and asked Conan on the spot: "Who are you?"

Conan triggered a combo, and after leaving a sentence "Edogawa Conan, a detective", he used the football belt to release an oversized football in the back row, which directly suffocated the woman.

After knocking down two gangsters, Conan didn't stay any longer.

Seeing that there were only five minutes left until four in the morning, he quickly ran into Xianqiao Station.

Not long after he entered the station, Vodka drove over.

Vodka pushed open the car door, took a look at the snow scene around him, then took out a flashlight from his pocket and entered the station.

He didn't notice at all that on the rooftop not far behind him, there was a figure in a white robe sitting on the parapet, staring at this place with bursts of light green light in his eyes.

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It was dark inside the station.

Xianqiao Station has not been completed yet, and the corridors here are dark.

Vodka took a flashlight, lit a cigarette, and went to the locker in the station.

Soon, he found the trading cabinet, cabinet No. 0032.

'How did this guy return the money?'

Vodka reached out, took the check from the locker and took a look at it, then opened the door, looked inside, and saw a CD.

The CD was fixed to the middle of the locker compartment with tape.

At a glance, Vodka saw that this was the disc to be traded.

"This idiot not only left the money here, but also left the things he wanted to trade here..."

Vodka took a deep breath, spit out the cigarette, took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the number he had just called. He reached out and tore off the tape that stuck the CD inside: "It's me, Itakura Taku ran away. He should still be around here. Hurry and catch him."

"Is Itakura Taku here?"

On the other end of the phone, Chartler, who was sitting in a car outside the station, was surprised: "There were only five drunks and a child who just entered the station."

"Nani?"

Vodka was also stunned for a moment, then changed his mind and said coldly: "Impossible, keep searching, he must still be nearby..."

"Crack!"

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Vodka felt something hard pressing against the back of his head.

Gin raised the gun and looked coldly at Vodka's back: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Big brother?"

Vodka turned his head, put down the phone and hung up.

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"Why did the phone suddenly hang up?"

Outside the station, Chartler was holding up his cell phone and was stunned when he heard the call was suddenly hung up.

But before he could think, there was a knock on the car window.

As soon as he turned around, the car window was smashed with a "click".

Then the whole person was dragged out.

Chartler's entire face was pulled so hard that it hurt. Through his fingers, he could only see his eyes glowing green under the hood.

Before he could even open his mouth, the hidden blade silently pierced his chest...

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Inside the station, Gin still held the gun, put the muzzle against Vodka's chin, and said coldly: "The transaction time should be midnight tomorrow."

Vodka felt loyal and naturally would not panic. He explained calmly: "That guy said it's not convenient tomorrow, so he changed the time to this..."

"Why didn't you report to me immediately?"

Gin's eyes were calm. "Besides, did that guy arrange the time via email?"

"I think your injury hasn't healed yet, so there's no need to bother you with this kind of thing."

Vodka explained: "The time was agreed upon by us. The guy's villa had a power outage and he couldn't receive emails. He said it was because of the heavy snow, so I made the appointment directly using the villa's phone."

As he spoke, Vodka took out a CD from inside. "Although we didn't kill that guy, we still got the software. That guy has a bad heart. Even if we don't kill him, he will die of a heart attack sooner or later."

Gin put down his gun upon hearing this, reached out his hand to take the floppy disk, and said coldly: "Do you know why this floppy disk is fixed with tape?"

Vodka looked confused: "Why?"

When Gin heard this, his eyes twitched and he really wanted to pull the trigger and send his little brother to hell.

But thinking about the loyalty of his younger brother Vodka, he gave up the idea.

This guy is a little stupid, but at least he is real.

Unlike some people... Although he is efficient, Cuncun is an undercover agent who betrayed the organization.

Gin calmed down, showed his white gloves, then squatted down to pick up the cigarette butt that Vodka had just spit out, and explained: "Of course he wants to get your fingerprints, because it is impossible to remove the tape with gloves on... and if the other party doesn't show up, you will light a cigarette anxiously, and as long as you check it, you will know the composition of your saliva..."

As he said that, he stuffed the cigarette butt into Vodka's mouth, opened the CD box, took a look at the transmitter fixed inside, and showed it to Vodka: "Oh... By the way, if we take this box back directly, maybe even our past will be exposed."

"Nani?!"

Vodka was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "That fellow Itakura Taku!"

"It's not Itakura Taku."

Gin snorted coldly: "Itakura Taku is not capable of such a thing that only an old fox can do. A heart patient like him would not stay in a villa in the suburbs on a snowy day... If he had a heart attack and died, I guess he wouldn't even know how he died."

Vodka was puzzled when he heard this: "The person who was talking to me?"

"I'm afraid they hired some smart people... but they still left some clues."

Gin said, throwing the transmitter on the ground and looking around: "Although the fingerprints have been wiped off the box, there is still a trace of body temperature, which means he is still around here."

At this point, Gin raised his pistol and signaled, "The two of us will surround them from both sides."

Vodka understood and took out a pistol from his pocket. He held a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other, and followed Gin to encircle the rows of lockers.

Conan was stunned when he heard this, and his heart almost stopped beating at that moment.

In a panic, he hid in the cabinets around him.

As soon as I entered, the two of them came around.

Vodka looked at the empty space and said, "Boss, there's no one here..."

Gin didn't respond when he heard this, but held the gun in one hand and started to open the locker door with the other.

The cabinets were opened one after another, and soon it was Conan's cabinet's turn.

Vodka was stunned watching from the side:

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Is the person hiding here?"

"impossible……"

When Gin heard what Vodka said, he paused in his movement to open the cabinet. He took a deep breath and closed the cabinet he was about to open. "You're right. It's impossible for a living person to hide here. He probably changed his route and ran away... Maybe the police have been called here now."

"Brother, are you talking about the man hired by Itakura Taku?"

"Not necessarily, but you have to be careful about this kind of thing. If I find out next time..."

"There won't be a next time."

Vodka looked at Gin's cold eyes, responded repeatedly, changed his mind, and continued: "But why do I always feel that someone wants to dig out the organization's affairs?"

Gin snorted coldly: "It's probably a detective or a scavenger like that..."

Vodka frowned when he heard this: "Scavenger... Detective... Could it be that guy... I always feel that there is something wrong with Fujino, it must be..."

"Don't mention this kind of thing here!"

Gin interrupted Vodka coldly and said, "Maybe that guy's eavesdropping device is hidden somewhere here."

Vodka nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice: "I understand..."

At the same time, Conan in the closet cursed in his heart:

Damn it, why didn't this guy say anything?

I was stopped from saying anything in the middle of my sentence!

This guy Gin deserves to die!

At this time, Fujino was at the corner outside the storage room, eavesdropping on the conversation between Gin and Vodka, and also cursed Conan in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his breath.

He then took out his pistol, leaned half of his body out from behind the corner, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at Gin who was not far in front of him.

Through the crosshairs, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of the blond's head.

Then, pull the trigger...

(End of this chapter)

752. Chapter 749: Humiliating Gin

Chapter 749 Humiliating Gin

From the perspective of the world line convergence theory, creatures like Gin are normally unkillable.

But Fujino is not the kind of person who believes in superstition.

When Melody comes, even the Mikan people will be blown away by his imagination. What’s wrong with you, Gin?

And what if?

As the saying goes, it never hurts to try.

As a staunch materialist, Fujino believed that truth can only be derived from practice: truth can only be derived through practice, and if truth cannot be derived, scientific argumentation should be used as a guideline for action.

To put it simply, it means: If I can kill you, then I can really kill you. If I can't kill you, I will find a way to kill you using the laws of science.

At this point, the bullet of truth has already flown.

"boom--!"

The sound travels with the projectile.

At this moment, Gin, who was chatting with his younger brother, suddenly felt a chill on his back.