Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 380 Attitude
"Mr. Kazama, have you ever had any trouble with anyone else?"

When Director Ke asked this question, there was silence in the room for a moment.

Judging from Toshihiko Kazama's expression, he must have had some unpleasant experience with someone at work, but in the end he shook his head, indicating that it was nothing and he was not going to talk about it.

"Next is the painter, Mr. Kisaragi."

Several children came out of Mr. Kazama's apartment, and Mitsuhiko looked at the green mountains in the distance.

The other party's studio was built on a mountain, and the journey was a bit far...

……

"Brother, we're almost there!"

Vodka held the steering wheel and turned to Gin.

That’s right, today the black duo is going to take action again, and their target is an outsourced worker who betrayed the organization.

"He should have been prepared from the moment he refused the organization's request." Gin said with a sneer, holding a cigarette in his hand.

If you cooperate for the first time, there must be a second time. If you want to refuse, prepare to go to hell!
"Yeah, but I didn't expect that guy to be so bold as to invade the organization's system." Vodka nodded and said with a disdainful smile on his face.

"I'll send him off myself!"

The car stopped, Gin took out a pistol from his arms, installed a silencer, checked the bullets, and got out of the car.

To others, the man with long silver hair and a black windbreaker seemed to be suffering from some serious illness, especially in this weather, where he was not cold even in short sleeves. Passersby would stay away from him when they saw him from afar.

Gin put his hands in his pockets, looked at the apartment building in front of him, and slowly walked up the stairs.

"407, Yuan Jiaming"

"hehe."

Gin didn't ring the doorbell, but calmly took out a key.

This kind of preliminary investigation and preparation work was done quite well by the peripheral personnel within the organization, who even prepared the keys.

With a "click", the door lock opened very smoothly, proving that the key was made very well.

As the door handle turns.

Gin, who originally had a sneer on his face, became very surprised the moment he opened the door.

The person standing at the entrance to greet him was not the computer engineer Yuan Jiaming, but a figure shrouded in black from head to toe.

“The car is driving too slowly!”

The other party's voice was unusually cold.

The next moment, the sound of breaking wind was heard.

Gin's pupils suddenly shrank and he subconsciously turned sideways, tightening his arms to block the kick.

"Boom!"

The silver-haired killer gasped, was kicked back two steps, and hit the handrail of the apartment building heavily.

"The Dark Knight..." Gin almost bit his back teeth as he revealed the other party's identity.

Why would this guy go against his normal behavior and show up here in broad daylight? !

"What's wrong? Does your arm hurt?" Lin Feng said with a sneer.

"..."

Gin always had a tough temperament. He said nothing, with one arm hanging down and the other hand reaching into his bosom, tightly gripping the pistol.

In this situation, I have already given away an arm at the beginning, and there is only a bottle of vodka waiting downstairs. I am afraid that it is not a good thing...

"Mom, you must buy me that cake next time!"

At this moment, a mother and daughter walked out from the stairs.

They also seemed to live on the fourth floor. When they saw two men in black clothes confronting each other in the corridor, the young mother immediately protected her daughter behind her and dared not get any closer.

"what happened?"

The room next door must have heard some noise, as a young man poked his head out of the room and looked out. "Hehe, what are you going to do next?" Gin looked at the Dark Knight with an unusually cold and provocative look, and the hard object in his arms seemed to be aimed at the mother and daughter at the stairs.

"You may have misunderstood. If I want to find you, I can come to your door anytime, just like I find those small shrimps in Tokyo." The repairman stood at the door with his arms folded, and he really had no intention of continuing.

With the locking ability of Noah's Ark, there is no need to design any traps and wait for the other party to come.

"Little shrimp..."

"It's you?!" Gin's face changed, and he thought of the low-level members of the organization who were cleared out by the police not long ago.

Even though those are just minions who didn't get the name of the wine, they are not that easy to recruit, and most of them have special talents.

"See you another day." Lin Feng closed the door and went back into the room.

"Damn it..." Gin was burning with anger, but at this moment many residents passing by stopped and looked over here. He could only cover his arms and leave quickly without saying a word.

He was very angry. He was angry at the Dark Knight who had always been against the organization and who seemed to not take him seriously when he showed up again this time.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Vodka, who was waiting downstairs, saw his brother getting into the car with his arm covered, and asked hurriedly.

Does Yuan Jiaming have any defenses?

No, even if he was prepared, could he still hurt Big Brother?

"Hurry up, that guy is here!" Gin's tone was cold and fierce.

"That guy?"

Vodka didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he quickly started the car and left the apartment...

……

It's late afternoon.

Conan and his three companions came to a private house built on a hill.

This is Ruyuefengshui’s studio and residence.

"Is everything okay?" Yuan Tai muttered softly as he looked at the old man in front of him who was concentrating on painting.

As soon as a few people knocked on the door, they were brought to this room that looked like a studio. Ruyue Fengshui seemed to be at the critical part of the painting and had no time to entertain the little guys.

The lights in this studio are bright, the curtains are thick, and because it is located on a hill in the suburbs, the room is very quiet.

After waiting for a few minutes, Mitsuhiko saw that the old man still didn't turn around, so he said, "Well, we are the Junior Detective Team, and we want to ask you something about Mr. Oki..."

Because Kisaragi Minemizu seemed quite stern, Mitsuhiko's voice got lower and lower.

"Children, don't try to learn how to solve cases like police officers!" The old man who was painting turned around and scolded.

"No, we..."

The three little ones were so scared that they turned into emoticons.

"By the way, it wouldn't be nice to let you go back empty-handed, so I'll give each of you a gift..." Ruyue Fengshui said as he looked at the four children sitting upright.

"..."

Before Conan could say anything, he was given a hand-painted portrait and sent out the door.

Ruyue Fengshui painted very quickly and finished the small gifts in more than ten minutes. Each person received a simple portrait. Although not exquisite, it was very vivid. It was also signed and stamped.

“I am very happy to receive the painting.”

"But I didn't ask anything related to the case."

"Isn't it possible if you're not a police officer?"

The three little ones stood at the gate of the house and said somewhat depressedly.

"That's as it should be. Let's stop here for today." Conan looked down at his watch.

It's getting dark, we need to send these guys home quickly.

(End of this chapter)