Detective Conan's Scarlet Miracle

Chapter 576

The roof of the building in the distance of Dongdu Iron Tower.

The rain fell little by little without mercy.

Xia Jin Yezang opened a black umbrella, stood on the edge of the roof, and looked at the top of the iron tower in the distance.

He put his hands in his pockets, took out the bag that Ferina gave him, opened a slit, and looked at the contents inside, feeling more and more helpless.

This young lady has really made perfect preparations for her funeral...

Maybe it was the rain at night, which was extraordinarily cold.

Not much rain, but very dense.

Can that pigeon still fly on such a night?

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On the Dongdu Iron Tower, the observatory.

The book and the tree fell to the ground, and the personnel and affairs were unknown.

Mizutani also fainted to the side.

In front of a table, three people stood in a three-legged posture, and their eyes were all on the little kit on the table.

Ireland first stretched out his hand and looked at the people on both sides.

Fei Linai put her hands in her pockets, her beautiful eyes were as calm as water, and when she saw Ireland's gaze turned to her, she raised her eyebrows nonchalantly.

"You don't want it?" He took out the memory card. "If you want to make trouble, it would be better to take this thing away?"

Ferina yawned, as if she didn't intend to talk to him at all.

Conan coughed lightly.

Although I know that the memory card has been replaced, I don't need to be so nervous, but at least I will pretend...

"Where's Administrator Matsumoto?" Conan asked as if trying to divert Ireland's attention.

Ireland looked at him.

Conan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Could it be..."

"No, he's still alive," Ireland seemed to be laughing at him, checking the bullets in his pistol. "Because I have to rely on him as a substitute to bear all the crimes for me."

He snapped the magazine into the stock of the gun.

"So," he put the memory card in his pocket, "when did you find out that I was a counterfeit? Or did King Fizz even tell you this?"

"That's one of the reasons." Conan replied, "Besides what she told me, there is another point."

"Before I vaguely guessed that since it is not Belmode who is good at changing clothes, but other people are sent to sneak in, it means that the target's body shape is too different from hers, so it is impossible to pretend. Thinking about it this way, you will become Prime suspect."

Ireland was a little surprised when he heard this, his eyes flicked at Ferina and Conan, he raised his gun mockingly, and aimed at Conan.

"I see." He smiled, "And you?"

Ferina raised her head slightly, and looked at Ireland with her eyes at the same level. That kind of gaze, like looking at a dead person, has the magic power to make people feel humble.

She stretched her hands out of her pockets and wrapped them around her chest.

"What do you say?" she asked coldly. "The muzzle is ready for me!"

Ireland froze.

He slowly put the gun down, laughing uncontrollably.

"You brothers and sisters have really different tempers! How did you develop this? Did your parents raise you separately?"

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"how come……"

Ferina frowned slightly.

Ireland was a little proud, and said: "Before confirming that the fingerprints are the same, I was dubious."

"Have you reported to your boss?" Conan was also very calm.

Ireland sneered.

"Jin Feishi is so calm because he knows that I can't do it?"

"Or……"

"What can't you do anymore?"

Ireland played with a pistol, sneered, and teased the cold and arrogant Fei Linai.

"It's painful to relapse from an old injury, right? Maybe you have more injuries than that, but it's impossible to fully recover from that car accident. Your life was given by death. Plus that bullet just now..."

"In short, I can't do anything with you when it comes to marksmanship, but everything except marksmanship," he stretched out his hand, tentatively touching the long hair behind Ferina. "You are all bound to die."

"Do you want to resist..."

"You're sweating all the time."

Although Ferina has never been so obvious, Conan still feels that she has the same preference for her hair and appearance as other girls of the same age, she will take care of her like them, and she will hate the touch of strangers.In other words, her body will have strong resistance to the touch of strange men, which can be seen from the male prisoners in the previous cases.

But this time, the girl remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

(End of this chapter)