Conan: I am definitely not a kid

Chapter 19 Gentle and Quiet Mori Yura

This is a convenience store located at the corner of an alley. It has a small facade and an old décor, which is in sharp contrast to the well-stocked convenience store diagonally opposite the office building. Only occasionally would teenagers who were running around on the road with little pocket money come over to buy a few popsicles or mineral water from the freezer at the door. The rest of the time, most of them were empty.

The shopkeeper is a retired old man with gray hair. He lies on a rocking chair under the eaves and bask in the sun every day. The old man is a bit deaf. No matter who talks to him, he smiles and nods, but never replies. It doesn't matter whether the money he charges is more or less. Can't figure it out.

At noon that day, the old man finished his meal and fell asleep in his rocking chair. A van parked quietly in front of the convenience store. A man in blue overalls and a hat got out of the car carrying cartons. Without disturbing the sleeping old man, he skillfully entered the store and stacked the goods in the warehouse behind. .

After loading the goods, the deliveryman did not leave. Instead, he carefully lifted up a raised tile on the floor to reveal the wooden door of the basement entrance. He turned on his flashlight and sneaked in quietly.

The person disguised as a deliveryman is none other than Hiroyuki Otari's boss at Yayoshikai, Takeashi Ashida. Although Hiroyuki Otari disappeared because of his involvement in the dispute between the Iwabori Group, Ashida, who has always been cautious, decided to suspend his business and stop all drugs in his hands.

Ashida came here today to handle a batch of transit goods temporarily stored in a convenience store.

The son of the owner of this shop was once a member of the Yayoshikai and Ashida's subordinate. After the shop owner's son passed away unfortunately a few years ago, Ashida often brought his men down to help the old man in the shop from time to time. The old man's legs and feet are inconvenient and he no longer uses the basement, which is too difficult for him to enter and exit. His vision and hearing have also declined, and he cannot detect what the people who come to deliver goods to him are tinkering with in the warehouse every time.

Ashida took advantage of this convenience and hid a lot of goods that needed to be transferred in the basement.

But after all, many people here know that it is no longer safe at this time. Ashida removed the wooden boards of the old cabinet, carefully took out a tightly sealed black oilcloth bag, put the cabinet back in place, and quickly evacuated it.

Ashida was halfway up the stairs when his steps suddenly stopped.

A hooded black figure was standing in the middle of the warehouse, the muzzle of a silencer-equipped gun silently pointing at Ashida who stretched out his upper body.

The black figure seemed not to disturb the sleeping old man, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't make any noise and cooperate. I'm not planning to kill you."

This person is none other than Scotland.

Ashida calmly stepped forward and walked out of the basement completely. He maintained his composure as a gang leader and stood still: "So the chaos of the Iwabori Group before was indeed a diversion... This is really a big deal. May I ask who is from this path?" ?”

Scotland did not answer Ashida's words and stretched out his left hand towards him: "Hand over the gun."

"Okay." Ashida raised the oilcloth bag in his hand towards Scotland, indicating that he wanted to put the things down first. When he was slowly bending down halfway, he suddenly threw the oilcloth bag towards Scotland and rushed over!
  too close!
  It was very easy to accidentally kill Ashida when shooting from this distance, so Scotland subconsciously moved the muzzle of the gun.

Ashida has been licking blood from the tip of his knife for more than ten years, and he has long developed the habit of risking his life in fights. Facing the muzzle of a gun only made his blood flow more intense. He took it out of his arms, and the sharp weapon reflected a white streak in the dark warehouse. The light of the sword——

"Oh!"

The small warehouse was packed to the brim, and Scotland was knocked into the shelves behind him by Ashida's momentum!

The goods on the shelves clattered down, stirring up dust that accumulated on the floor. At the critical moment, Scotland drew the knife with his left hand, and the root of the dagger firmly caught the stabbing blade!
  It was no surprise that Ashida missed with one blow. At the same time, his other hand jammed Scotland's right hand and hit the shelf, trying to grab the gun.

At this time, there was no time to worry about whether it would wake up the old man outside. Scotland turned his gun and smashed the chandelier on the roof with one shot. The glass lampshade and light bulb fragments had sharp edges and fell from the top of the two people's heads with a loud crash!
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  On the main road two alleys away, Yuro Mori was sitting in a cafe chatting with people.

She rarely wore a plaid skirt that matched the gentle and demure temperament of Japanese women. Paired with a warm white knitted jacket, the whole person looked gentle and weak. Sitting opposite her was a man with a short head, a tall figure, and a very masculine look. The atmosphere between this man sitting in a popular couple's cafe and Mori Yura was not ambiguous at all, and he was looking down at the book at the moment. A thin piece of letter paper.

Mori Yuro said softly: "I'm sorry, because I'm busy at work and don't dare to go out at night, so I can only invite you here during my lunch break."

The man sitting opposite Yura Mori, Datehang from the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section 1, didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, we should have come to collect evidence. By the way, Miss Mori, when you went home these two days, you were not arrested again. Are you following?"

Mori Yura lowered his head in embarrassment to avoid being seen clearly on his expressionless face: "Actually, because of my busy work schedule, I stayed in a hotel near the company these two days."

Datehang said seriously: "If there is a similar situation again, please tell us as soon as possible."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you..."

Mori Yura had not spoken honorifics for many years, and was being polite to Datehang in an unfamiliar manner, when his cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Ah, it must be a work text message. Sorry, let me check." Mori Yura nodded repeatedly to apologize, and opened the screen of his mobile phone——

"Sender: Rai

Already in place. "
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  "Crack-!"

The fight between the two grown men caused unbearable pressure on the fragile old wooden cabinet. Scotland struggled to press Ashida onto the shelf and tied his hands behind his back with a discarded wire.

With his hands tied, Ashida struggled to free himself and kicked him. Scotland had a hard time controlling it and could only knock Ashida's head hard against the shelf, knocking him unconscious. After confirming that he no longer had the ability to resist, Scotland finally breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to Mori Yuro.

"Ashida has been captured, where is the response person?"

"The response will be here soon. Please evacuate first and don't stay at the scene."

Don't stay on site? Scotland frowned and decided to make up for Ashida a few more times. After all, this was a senior member of the underworld who had been involved in the underworld for more than ten years. Who knows what kind of trouble he would cause in this residential area if he woke up before the response arrived.

Scotland put away the phone and looked back, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

Ashida did not completely fall into a coma. Instead, he took advantage of Scotland's turn to send the message, awkwardly pulled his trouser pocket, and used his fingers to draw out a square object two fingers wide...

That's the bomb's remote control!

Ashida wants to die together!

Thinking of the old man lying on the rocking chair at the door, the ignorant housewives and children on the street, Scotland subconsciously pounced on——

(End of this chapter)