Detective Conan's Scarlet Miracle

Chapter 688 A Pure Black Nightmare ([-])
"You came for the pregnancy test, but the child's father didn't come?"

After Kazami said this sentence, an inexplicable feeling of regret welled up in his heart.

What he said was just angry words, and of course there was still a trace of doubt, but for a girl, coming to the pregnancy test alone did mean a lot of things.

The girl stopped walking away and turned her head slightly.

This guy really hit the mark.

At this time, the child's father does not seem to be trustworthy.

Fei Linai still twisted her wrist lazily, calmly avoided her question, and said, "Officer Kazami, goodbye."

She held up the slipped sunglasses, took one last look at Curacao, and walked towards the hospital entrance with still graceful steps.

"Officer..." A colleague came up behind him, looked at Fei Linai's back, and asked, "What should I do?"

Feng Jian was silent for a while, and went through the conversation with Fei Linai just now in his mind, before saying: "She tried every means to attract our attention, so follow her wish and find some people to follow her..."

"Forget it, I'll go by myself."

Behind the few people, Conan finally recovered from the huge amount of information, and after a few steps to catch up, Hui Yuan's voice suddenly came from behind: "Don't go over."

Conan paused, then turned around suspiciously.

Huiyuan held the mobile phone in his hand, and on the screen was a simple text message in bold that was just sent:

"Thank you, Miyano."

Signed by Kudo Fei Lina.

"She heard it just now, but she didn't come to confront us. You should know what she means."

Conan was silent for a long time, but he still confirmed unwillingly: "You mean..."

"Many of her plans have already had many variables, and we should not become the next one—if I were her, that's what I think."

Haibara looked at Conan seriously.

"What do you think?"

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On the red and black McLaren, Fei Linai wore headphones and said quietly: "Have you followed?"

"Kazemi is following me personally." Matsuda Jinhei's voice came out from the headset, "Did Belmode send you the location?"

"Fuck it, Amuro and Rena Mizumu are there." Ferina turned a corner, "I'm almost there."

"There is one more thing," Matsuda Jinping suddenly remembered something, and continued: "From the information obtained before, the MI6 in the UK, the CSIS in Canada, the BND in Germany, and spies from various countries have been killed one after another. Anyone who has been to or infiltrated this organization."

This is weird...

Ferina frowned, and asked a little question: "If those spies were killed directly, why are Toru Amuro and Rena Mizumus tied up for interrogation?"

"Before Curaçao was suspected to be dead. Killing those spies should be based on the principle that they would rather kill by mistake than let them go," Matsuda Jinping guessed. I lost my memory, so the list she provided is still suspicious, so I gave those two people a chance, right?"

Fei Linai thought about it, and agreed undeniably.

"Hmm..." Matsuda Jinping thought for a while, and suddenly asked in great confusion: "Isn't it the exclusive right of someone to deal with undercover agents?"

He said this with a guilty conscience, and tried his best to avoid a name from appearing in the ears of the two of them.

But the next thing to face is inevitable.

"I know that in my plan, he is the biggest variable."

Fei Linai took off the earphones, looked at the road ahead seriously, and murmured to herself in a low voice: "So I won't let him disturb you."

A few days ago, she told Gin Jiu that she wanted a child, and told him more than once that she wanted a stable and quiet life.

His attitude has always been elusive, even warning her not to think about it when she first asked.

If not, she would not guard the child's father like a thief.

After a long time, she will also be disappointed.

The field of vision in front of him suddenly widened, and the sea breeze was blowing slowly around McLaren. Fei Linai stopped the car and slowly narrowed his eyes.

The sea and the sky are the same color, and the setting sun sprinkles a piece of golden light. On the surface of the sea, several leaves of white sails are like a few pieces of snow-white feathers, floating leisurely, floating, condensing an indescribable mysterious vitality, just... …

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is only the afterglow of the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)