Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 62 The recent criminals are rampant
March 11, early morning.

Gin sits in front of the computer, holds a newspaper, and watches the latest news.

The active period of the members of the operation has almost begun, but Qin Jiu can feel that the current tasks are obviously much less than each year.

On the contrary...

Looking at the bombing case in the newspaper, the homicide case, and the jewelry robbery case in the newspaper...

Gin's half-moon eyes had already turned up, "Criminals are really rampant now."

Before the organization took action, these criminals began to play tricks.

And the movements are bigger than those of the organization.

Gin Jiu looked at the case, and couldn't help feeling that the Japanese police were so efficient that they didn't catch a single prisoner.

Of course none of these are important reasons for their burden reduction...

The important reason is: these murderers, bombers, and robbers often kill their mission targets at every turn.

As a result, the tasks of the members of the organization were inexplicably reduced.

Except for Gin, no one else knew the reason, and thought that the organization's funds were almost saturated...

In such an unexpected situation, Qin Jiu also expressed that he was helpless.

Yesterday, there was a member who encountered revenge from the target's enemy when he was trading with the target, and wanted to kill the target quickly.

However, that member was not a vegetarian either, so he killed the retaliator at that time and dumped his body in the river.

As a result, after the event, the target of the transaction was particularly grateful to that member because of this matter, and doubled the original amount of funds.

It's such a mess, Qin Jiu doesn't even know what expression to put on...

Let's say the organization is ruthless, and it is true that everyone in the organization has their lives on their hands.

But sometimes people would be rescued inexplicably, which was outrageous for members of the organization.

Moreover, Qin Jiu discovered that the frequency of homicides in the past two years was two or three times higher than that of three or five years ago...

"Oh, yes..."

Gin Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly felt quite reasonable, "If you don't kill people, it will be too late when Conan makes his debut."

Moreover, surveillance cameras are not popular at all now. Only relatively large indoor public places and high-end companies will install a few displays, and there are basically no other places.

Just run away after stabbing people, don't stay nearby, it is really difficult to catch people.

Otherwise, if the surrounding area is full of surveillance, the organization in black would not dare to make such a fuss...

……

After reading a small Times newspaper, Gin organized his luggage and prepared to grab some vodka and go on a mission together.

But at this time, the computer just jumped out of an email reminder.

"Vodka, wait a minute."

Gin stopped Vodka from restoring the surveillance network, and opened the email:
[Information comes from Yu Lie: Brother Blade, I found an interesting person, I plan to go out in person, Yinghui will watch it for me, let me tell you~]

Gin: "..."

What fun did this devil find again?
Gin suddenly remembered the cases that often appeared in the newspapers, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Wouldn't it be some unlucky guy who was found by Lie with a bomb..."

It seems that apart from bombs, his little friend has no other interests.

Let's observe 0.1s of silence for the bomb targeted by 'Lie' in advance.

"...Let's go, Vodka."

Gin put on a trench coat and walked out of the company one after another with Vodka.

Today, until they finish their mission, they will not return to Tokyo...

……

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"You said you're not going? What does that mean!"

In the police office, a short-haired female police officer slapped the table in dissatisfaction with a sullen face.

But the man sitting at the table was indifferent, "It's not that I won't go, but I have to wait here for the fax."

Apparently, the man is also a policeman.

The man with curly hair, wearing black sunglasses and holding a morning newspaper, is indifferent to the resentment of his colleagues.

The police officers of the same operation group surrounding him were also very helpless.

"And it's just escorting the old suspect, you should be able to do it yourself without me, right?" the curly-haired policeman added.

"You can't say that..."

The short-haired policewoman stared at him with drooping eyelids.

Who is this!

"I've heard it all. Every year today, the headquarters receives a fax from an unknown source... Three years ago it was '3', two years ago it was '2', and one year ago it was '1'." Curly-haired male policeman A strange smile appeared, "It's almost like the explosives are counting down."

"If you really choose to commit crimes, there's no better time than this year."

The confidence on the curly-haired policeman's face stunned the short-haired policewoman.

At this moment, another police officer just walked in with a fax:
"Officer Mumu, I just received another strange fax..."

Hearing this sentence, the curly-haired policeman's attention was immediately diverted.

The police officer named 'Mu Mu' was also taken aback, and then remembered: "Oh, is it the kind of fax with only one number written on it? How many did you send this time?"

"No, it's not a number..." The police officer who faxed in hesitated for a moment, and read out all the contents of the fax:
"It says:

'We are a group of knights of the round table, to you stupid and cunning police officers;

At noon and 14 o'clock today, I will use the head of my comrade-in-arms as a spark to ignite the celebration;

We will leave seat 72 empty, waiting for you'..."

After listening to the police officer Mu Mu, his head was a little dazed: "What does this mean?"

The police officer who came in with a fax also shook his head, "I don't quite understand either..."

Just when all the police were at a loss for this 'riddle' fax.

The curly-haired policeman who had been sitting motionless in his seat suddenly stood up, picked up his belongings, and was about to leave.

The short-haired policewoman who noticed his movement quickly stopped him:

"Wait a minute Matsuda! Where are you going?"

"...Didn't you understand?" The curly-haired male police officer, the man named Matsuda, turned his head, "The round table warriors have already said that seat 72 will be empty for us to pass by. Where is the round table with 72 seats?" , isn’t there only the Ferris wheel in Cuphu shopping mall?”

There was a sudden silence in the Metropolitan Police Hall.

"Also, lighting the fireworks for celebration...it should be a bomb?" Matsuda added calmly, rubbing his chin.

The audience was silent again for three seconds.

Police officer Mu Mu who was standing in front of the window let out a loud roar: "Quick! Let's go to Cupo Shopping Mall immediately!!"

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11:27 minutes.

A man with short white hair walked out of a residential building in Kabado-cho [-]-chome, with a satisfied smile on his face and a huge motorcycle hat in his hand.

"Big harvest~ I didn't expect this person to buy so many bombs."

The white-haired man shook his motorcycle cap and called a taxi: "Master, please help me drive to Cupo Shopping Mall...that's where the Ferris wheel is."

Although the bomb over there was a little smaller, no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat—no matter how small the bomb was, it was still his treasure.

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　well!Eight eggs!
　　
　
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