Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

Chapter 184 Unlucky Vodka
"They went in."

Wearing earphones, both Machiko and Belmode listened carefully to what they heard.

After knowing that itakura Taku was meeting with vodka, and he was successfully tricked by Conan and changed the meeting time by himself, Chris sneered and completely relaxed.

"It seems that Gin didn't take this deal to heart, otherwise it wouldn't have been all handed over to Vodka."

Machiko heard that Dr. Ali and Conan took away the CD-ROM with the software, and asked Miss Chris to start the car, and followed the doctor's beetle far away.

"In this way, when Conan arrives at the Xianqiao Station, we will go out and knock him out, and leave the disc there."

The rest is Mr. Amuro's task.

After Machiko made a plan, the beetle in front suddenly burst into thick smoke. Seeing this, Belmode also stepped on the brakes and reduced the speed of the car.

"Doctor, why did the car suddenly go wrong!"

Conan kicked the tire twice and watched it keep breathing out. He squatted on the ground and scratched his hair.

"Otherwise, let's just wait here for the towing company to come over. It will arrive at about seven in the morning. We are not far from the previous burger restaurant. It only takes half an hour to walk back."

"What are you talking about? Wouldn't that make it impossible to catch up with the trading time? We have to arrive at Xianqiao Station before 03:30."

Conan suddenly stood up from the ground, clasping his hands.

"This is also God's will. It is God who prevents you from participating in that dangerous transaction."

Dr. Agasa laughed. He just tried the CD on his computer in the car and found that it could not be opened without a password. Dr. Agasa firmly opposed Shinichi's meeting with Vodka.

It's cipher text again, and it's such a creepy surveillance network. Dr. Ali doesn't think that with Kudo Shinichi's cleverness, he can deal with them.

If Yusaku was here, maybe it would be fine.

"Huh?! There is a car coming from behind." Noticing the headlights of the car in the distance, Shinichi jumped up happily: "Sure enough, what Yuji said is right, people who love to laugh are not bad luck!"

.........

The car slowly stopped in front of the two of them. After taking the voice-changing medicine, Machiko noticed Conan's expression from joy to surprise to fear, and suppressed a wild laugh.

"Isn't this Conan..." Machiko rolled down the car window, squinted at Dr. Ali: "Dr. Ali is here too."

Swallowing, Conan suddenly became desperate when he remembered that the two of them just broke into Itakura Taku's villa without observing their surroundings.

Could it be that these two people just kept looking at them like this...

"Did the car break down?" Machiko opened the door and stepped out of the car, patting the door behind her: "We happen to be going back to Tokyo, so why not take you with us."

Dr. Ali was worried that the girl in front of him would pull out a pistol, so he simply kicked Conan. He sat obediently in the co-pilot, and secretly glanced at Chris who was driving.

This person is the Belmode that Shinichi and the others are talking about...

Being hugged by the beautiful girl, Conan felt something hard on his back. He was startled and gritted his teeth, wanting to punch himself an hour ago.

Kudo Shinichi, you've got the doctor involved in something dangerous again!

"By the way, where are you going?"

Conan raised his head slowly, meeting Machiko Kurosawa's dark green, emotionless eyes.

"Could it be...that you are going to meet someone dangerous?"

Faintly hearing the sound of beeping, Machiko suddenly threw out a mask with her right hand and put it on her head.

"It's boring, mom, why are you spraying them with hypnotic gas?"

Covering her mouth and nose with a mask, Machiko looked at the buildings on the side of the road and realized that she was almost entering Tokyo.

"If you don't let them sleep for a while, that troublemaker will be scared to death by you." He sighed helplessly and saw Machiko with a tortoise shell tied to Conan in the rearview mirror.

Belmod finally realized that these two boys were definitely Yukiko's sons. Who dared to say otherwise? She was the one who was in a hurry with anyone.

"Okay, we're at Xianqiao Station."

After leaving the two of them in the car and putting an empty CD in the cabinet designated for vodka, Machiko called Toru Amuro.

"Hello, Mr. Amuro?"

"What's wrong?"

Walking out of the station, Machiko stretched her waist: "Did you let those cameras catch it?"

"No problem, Vodka also caused a wound on his left leg, right?" Upstairs not far away, holding a sniper rifle, Toru Amuro, disguised as Shuichi Akai, looked at Machiko through a magnifying glass.

"I will try my best not to break his legs directly..."

.........

"Hey! Itakura Taku, where are you?"

Smoking a cigarette, Vodka held a flashlight and kept shining around.

Standing in front of the safe that he had agreed with Itakura Takuo, he opened the small iron door with a key, looked at the CD stuck behind the door, Vodka snorted, and suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded behind him.

"Who!"

He also raised his gun to respond, but saw Gin on crutches.

"Brother! Why are you here? Isn't your leg still in good shape?"

Subconsciously, he wanted to rush over to support Gin, but was held against his head by the muzzle of the elder brother's gun, and Vodka felt a little aggrieved.

"What do you want to do? Isn't the trading time set at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning? Why change the time privately!"

Gin stared at his younger brother calmly. Although his right leg was injured, being left-handed did not prevent him from holding a gun.

"Itakura Takuta said he didn't have time tomorrow, so I changed the time." Vodka looked at the muzzle of the gun that had just been retracted and pressed against his chin again.

"You communicate via email just so you can change the time at will?"

"No, actually the trading time is set by us. When that guy received the email this time, the wind and snow happened to break the circuit, so we changed the phone number."

Withdrawing the pistol, Gin leaned on crutches, pushed away the vodka and looked at the CD stuck behind the door.

"That person...is not Itakura Takuo."

Gin smashed the CD into pieces with one shot, and under Vodka's shocked gaze, he threw a cane across his face.

"Do you know why this person stuck the CD on the back of the door? Just to collect your fingerprints."

The cane poked the disc fragments on the ground, and Gin said calmly: "In order to take away the disc, you will definitely take off your gloves, which will inevitably leave fingerprints."

"Damn it, I'm going to send peripheral members to investigate!"

Following Vodka out of the station, he suddenly felt the dangerous gin jumping to the side, and saw Vodka's left leg being grazed by a bullet.

He fired in the direction the bullet was coming from, and rolled to the back of the bunker with vodka in his arms.

"How about the legs?"

Panting heavily, Vodka covered the wound with his hand and shook his head: "It's not a big problem, it's just blood all over the floor."

"That's good. If there's blood, a bomb will solve it." Gin took out his cell phone: "Chianti, who was the shooter?"

After hearing the answer given by the other side, the silver-haired murderer raised his head and said a name that Vodka didn't expect.

"Akai Shuichi!!!"

　As the first book for a newcomer, I am quite satisfied with the current results. Some readers said that my writing here is not good, and my writing there is not good, and I accept it humbly.However, some readers asked me to re-open Conan and cut this one, so I disagree.

　　In short, I will definitely tell this story to the end without being too eunuch.

　　What to write in the next book, we can only wait until this one is finished.

　　To be honest, I really want to choose a fantasy fan to write about, so as to lay the foundation for my own original writing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)