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Seeing Kamikawa hanging up the phone instantly, Haiyuan was a little worried.
"With Edogawa's character, he will definitely find Pisco himself." That guy Kudo Shinichi doesn't understand the organization yet, and he doesn't know what kind of behemoth the organization is. Whenever something related to the organization comes up, he gets involved and cannot be stopped.
If this continues, sooner or later it will be exposed. At that time, not only himself, but also his relatives and friends will be liquidated by the organization.
Why doesn¡¯t he understand?
"Don't worry about him. If nothing happens, we can just stay here." Conan is protected by the protagonist's halo. Who can let the God of Death himself die?
Is it Gin or the Lord of Hell?
"But why are we guarding here?"
"I have locked the door of the wine cellar and cannot open it from the inside. The only exit in the wine cellar is the fireplace. If I find that you are not in the wine cellar, the Pisco you mentioned will definitely go to the rooftop to check whether you slipped through the fireplace. Let¡¯s go.¡±
With a click, Shun Kamikawa assembled the last part of the sniper rifle.
¡°When the time comes, things will be very simple.¡±
Huiyuan looked at the top floor of the wine cellar. White snow covered the ground, like a piece of pure land without any human footprints.
The black Porsche was coming from a distance. Vodka looked at the tracking signal on the computer as they were getting closer and said, "Brother, that's it."
"Hmph, Pisco is really old. Not only did he fail to finish the murder, but he was also entangled by the police." Looking at the old Abeido restaurant in front of him, Gin smiled solemnly, "In that case, let him live a little longer. , let¡¯s deal with the woman who betrayed the organization first,¡±
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"Shinichi, do you have any clues?" Dr. Ali was worried.
As you get older, you can naturally see more things. Being able to develop such a drug that makes people's bodies smaller is enough to imagine what a behemoth the black organization is. Shinichi wants to find clues to that organization on his own, just like an ant trying to overturn a city wall. It's too difficult.
But he clearly knew Shinichi¡¯s character, and the information about the drug and the clues to his body¡¯s enlargement were right in front of him. He couldn¡¯t persuade him, and there was nothing he could do to persuade him.
Conan held the handkerchief with memorial service written on it and said firmly: "I have asked Officer Megure to keep the seven suspects who received the handkerchief of this color. What we have to do now is to find out the suspects from those seven people." Sco!¡±
"At that time, as long as you tell Officer Memu who the murderer is, and the police arrest him, you can get relevant information about that organization from his mouth!"
"But" Dr. Ali hesitated.
With such a strict organization, how can one get information just by being arrested?
Seeing Conan deep in thought, Dr. Ali turned on his computer and browsed the news about the memorial service on the web, hoping to provide him with some help.
"Shinichi, look at this!" Dr. Ari put the computer in front of Conan, "This is a photo taken by a reporter at the venue, look at the back!"
In the corner of the photo, an old man with white hair is facing the ceiling, as if he is holding something up.
Lightning flashed through his mind, and Conan quickly picked up the fragments of the art lamp ring he picked up from the ground. Under the cover of the handkerchief, a faint fluorescent light emitted.
"I understand! He is Pisco!"
Conan was about to call Officer Megure when he was suddenly called by Dr. Agasa.
"Shinichi, look over there!"
Not far from the roadside, a black Porsche parked on the roadside, and Gin and Vodka, wearing black windbreakers, got out of the car.
Conan looked stern, where are they going!
Before they could call Officer Megure, Conan quickly jumped out of the car and followed them quietly.
Opening the door of the underground wine cellar, gin and vodka walked inside. After checking twice, there was nothing in the wine cellar except the computer on the table.
"Brother, there is no one."
Ginjiu picked up the computer on the table, and the signal came out from this computer.
He looked around, then looked at the fireplace and smiled solemnly, "It seems it's not here, let's go."
Conan hid far away in the corner and let them in. He was about to sneak up to the door to listen to their plan. But when he heard footsteps coming from that side, he quickly clung to the wall, slowing down his breathing and heartbeat to avoid being discovered by them.
But he saw footsteps approaching gradually, heading up the stairs next to him.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Conan boldly walked into the place they had just visited.wine cellar.
In the wine cellar, the computer was still there. Seeing the computer, Conan seemed to see a light of hope.
If this is the computer of that organization, then does he hope to obtain the information of that organization or the research data of that drug from the computer?
A feeling of joy filled his heart. He quietly approached the table, looked at the password prompt on it, and thought about the answer to the question.
"coming!"
Listening to what was being monitored in the earphones, Kamikawa suddenly held the sniper rifle and concentrated on it.
In the distance, Gin opened the door to the rooftop and saw a sheet of white snow. The snow was spotless and there was no trace of anyone's footstep.
He was about to frown when suddenly a strong sense of crisis came over him. Before he could look back, he quickly hid inside, and a bullet with a cold light grazed his arm and shot into the ground.
Snow began to fall in the sky, and bright red blood splashed to the ground, like red plums blooming in the snow.
Covering his injured arm, he looked solemn. The murderous aura was released without reservation, making the voice of Vodka hiding next to him tremble.
"Bigbrotherare you okay"
This bullet flying from a distance was too unexpected. Vodka was a little lucky. Fortunately, his eldest brother walked out first, otherwise he would not be able to avoid this sudden sniper attack.
"Escaped."
It was a pity for Kamikawa Shun not to hit the gin. Is it worthy of being called Gin? His crisis sensing ability is really strong, and his nerve reflex speed is truly one of a kind!
He aimed at the heart, but it only hit his arm. The process from when he pulled the trigger to when the bullet hit the ground took less than a second, but Gin just dodged it!
If you miss one shot, it will be almost impossible for the second bullet to hit.
Although he felt it was a pity, Shun Kamikawa's expression did not change much. Adjusting his position, he calmly continued aiming.
Gin¡¯s back was against the wall. He knew where the bullet came from, but he couldn¡¯t see the opponent¡¯s movements without showing his head.
But once you show up, there is only one result!
The surrounding temperature became colder and colder, so cold that Vodka even shivered.
He began to think carefully about the events of this day. From picking up the hair in the car to the locator, all these links were like a trap that led him into a trap.
Even Pisco was involved, and what he said about catching Shirley was completely a scam.
And the opponent¡¯s trump card is the sniper hidden in the distance!
A figure wearing a knitted hat emerged uncontrollably in his mind, with a voice as cold as ice in his mouth.
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