Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 273 Ah!Shirley
The successive shocks made Huiyuan Ai wake up a little bit from the chaos caused by Baigan and the cold.

She changed the focus of her palm, pressed the fireplace again, and finally heard Vodka analyze a pile of nagging, and concluded: "There are too many policemen here, brother, we'd better not stay too long."

There was another long silence.

The cleaning clothes on Hui Yuanai's back had already been soaked in a small wet spot from the cold sweat.

When her hands couldn't help shaking again, she finally heard the voice of gin:
"Ok."

Two series of footsteps walked towards the outside of the wine cellar again, and the heavy door clicked open and then closed quickly.

Hui Yuanai leaned her head against the cold furnace wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the door of the wine cellar had been violently opened, she didn't dare to bet on whether Gin would suddenly turn around again, or even lie in ambush at the door.

Looking at the remaining distance of more than ten meters above, Hui Yuanai gritted his teeth and decided to continue going up.

Just climbed one meter higher, there was a click below, and the wine cellar door was pushed open again.

But this time, judging from the sound of footsteps, only one person came in.

Haibara Ai stopped his movements reflexively, and held his breath.

She leaned against the wall, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, but heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, heading straight for the fireplace.

At this height, if Qin Jiu went back and forth anxiously, and poked his head in to check from below, then maybe he could let go suddenly and die with him... Hui Yuanai thought wildly with a haggard expression.

It was because she had experienced too many thrilling moments today, and her spirit was so tense that she was almost numb.

But immediately after, the voice from below surprised her so much that she almost slipped by slipping.

"Hey--"

A familiar young man poked his head into the fireplace from the outside, he waved upwards, and then shouted in a volume that Hui Yuanai could just hear: "Come down, run away from this side, those two people have already left."

Hui Yuan Ai stared down blankly, his mind was confused.She has too many things to say, too many questions to ask, but in the end, thousands of words can only be merged into one sentence——

"……Why are you here?!"

……

a few minutes ago.

After walking down the steps from the underground wine cellar to the lobby on the first floor, Vodka originally planned to go straight out, but didn't want Gin to turn around, so he walked up the stairs.

"Brother?" Vodka followed blankly, "Aren't we leaving?"

"Your observation skills need to be practiced more." Qin Jiu raised a hand with a sneer, and shook it at him.

For a moment, Vodka thought Gin was giving him a fist, which meant that he was about to be beaten.

But soon, he realized that this was not the style of gin.

Those who got closer were almost pasted, and Vodka finally saw a reddish brown hair between Gin's fingers: "This, this is..."

"I found it by the fireplace in the wine cellar. If you had been closer and listened carefully, you could have heard her trembling panting above the fireplace."

"!" Vodka suddenly realized, but soon became confused again, "Aren't we going to catch her?"

"In any case, she was once a member of us. It is too ugly to let her die in that dirty fireplace."

Gin seems to have a bit of Wen Qing temperament hidden in his bones, he chuckled with interest, and said softly in a tone like reciting poetry:

"It happens to be snowing today, and the white snow floating in the darkness is dyed bright red. This kind of gorgeous death is very suitable for executing traitors, isn't it?"

"...You're right." Vodka actually didn't understand what Xue had to do with the traitor, but he nodded approvingly.

The two quickly walked to the top floor.

Pushing open the door leading to the roof, a large group of snowflakes rushed towards their faces in the cold winter wind, and soon spread into a piece on their black top hats.

Gin Jiu held the gun and flicked the falling snow off his shoulder at will, then he walked lightly and walked to the chimney.

In order to prevent foreign matter from falling into the wine cellar along the chimney, a small piece of cover that can be lifted is installed on the top of the chimney.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat, glanced expressionlessly at the top cover, then leaned against the edge of the nearest terrace, looked up at the sky, and waited quietly.

1 minutes passed.

5 minutes passed.

... 10 minutes passed.

……

Half an hour later, Vodka secretly put his numb hands into his pockets.

He turned his head and looked at the gin covered with snowflakes on his body, and even his eyelashes were stained with snow foam. He hesitated for a while, and finally said cautiously: "Brother, is it because she is not good at climbing and fell back halfway?" gone?"

"..." Qin Jiu thought for a moment with a dark face, and seemed to think it made sense.

He clicked his tongue, opened the safety of the pistol with a little delay, walked to the front chimney connected to the wine cellar, kicked the baffle away, and aimed the gun with a grim expression.

The line of sight passed through the long and narrow chimney without hindrance, and landed on the bottom of the fireplace illuminated by the lights of the wine cellar. There was no one in the chimney.

Qin Jiu's hand holding the gun trembled slightly due to too much force, and his face was more gloomy than the surrounding pitch black night.

Vodka vaguely sensed that his elder brother's calculations seemed to have gone wrong.

The desire to survive made him pretend he didn't notice anything. He stood behind Gin, pressed his top hat, and looked around dutifully, as if he was alert to his surroundings.

After a few minutes, he finally saw Gin thaw from the motion of bowing his head.

This tall, cruel and fearsome man in black put away his pistol, turned and left without saying a word, the hem of the slim windbreaker drew a lonely arc in the night sky.

……

After finally delaying the police's interrogation time enough and secretly provoking other people's emotions, so that the police had to let them go, Pisk rushed back to the wine cellar immediately.

However, the most feared situation has already occurred.

—— Miyano Shiho is gone, his laptop and mobile phone with a lot of information have also disappeared, and there is a pool of scorched marks on the table. I don't know what happened.

He cursed fiercely, turned around and wanted to run out to look for it, thinking that a child should not be able to run too far.

However, as soon as he turned back to the door of the wine cellar, before he could hold the doorknob, the door was already pulled open from the outside.

Two tall men in black came towards him with a real cold air, and the cold muzzle of the gun hit his forehead heavily.

Pisk raised his eyes to meet Gin's cold gaze, feeling guilty for a while.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that being escaped by Shirley was force majeure, and his mission was not to arrest Shirley, so this could only be regarded as a windfall.

Now that the person ran away, he shouldn't be punished too much.

Thinking about his seniority in the organization again, Pisk stiffened and looked back at Gin coldly: "What are you doing?"

"You're old, Pisk." Gin pushed Pisk into the wine cellar with force, his tone was colder than the outside air, and asked, "Why didn't you dispose of the negatives immediately?"

Pisker had no idea what he was talking about: "... negative? What negative?"

Gin waved with a sneer, and Vodka immediately took out his own laptop and opened the web page.

On the screen, an urgent news is being played.Behind the sweet-looking host, a photo of the banquet hall was enlarged on the curtain.

The protagonist of the photo is a pair of young people hugging and kissing each other.

And in the corner behind them, Pisk—that is, Masuyama Kenzo—was aiming his gun at the crystal light chain on the ceiling. Under the ceiling light, there was a Tunkou MP with a disturbed expression.

Pisk looked at the photo and a buzzing went through his head.

(End of this chapter)