Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Sharon Sharon, if you have any secrets, tell me immediately!"

Kudo Yukiko squatted next to Bellmode like a little girl who had just entered society, holding her chin in her hands, watching her every move with curiosity in her eyes:

"Say it quickly!"

"."

Belmod was extremely annoyed by her, but he didn't have an attack. He just calmly changed the subject:

"Since you got on the train, Yusaku Kudo must be here too. Where is he?"

"secret."

Kudo Yukiko said with a smile:

"As long as you tell me what you want to do, I will reveal Yusaku's clues and we will exchange secrets, how about that?"

"You'll know what I'm going to do soon anyway, so there's no harm in telling you."

Belmod raised his hand and took out a small wireless earphone from his left ear and placed it on the palm of his hand:

"As early as when I disguised Gin and the others, I secretly installed bugs. Their every move was under my control."

"Huh? But Gin is so vigilant, aren't you afraid of being discovered by him?"

"He is very vigilant, but don't forget, there is a fool who is always around him. He put a bug on Vodka's body. Will he still be discovered?"

"You're as smart as ever, Sharon."

"You are also very scheming, Yukiko."

Belmod glanced at the woman squatting next to him:

"You can remove the anesthesia needle from my back now."

"Hehe. I really can't hide it from you."

Yukiko put away the small transmitter. She asked Dr. Agasa to make this thing. The principle is the same as Conan's anesthesia watch. It is very small and perfect for self-defense.

Belmode moved very quickly. She had prepared the semi-finished product before getting in the car. At this moment, she only needed a little trimming to complete the preparations.

Watching Belmode preparing the disguise mask, Yukiko's eyes gradually widened and she said in surprise:

"Did you really betray the organization?"

"betray."

Belmode smiled silently and put the mask on his face:

"I never really joined them, so how can I talk about betrayal?"

Deng Deng Deng.

The sound of running came from the roof of the car and passed by in a flash. Belmode stood up, picked up Chianti's pistol, put on a dark brown coat, opened the door and entered the corridor, and limped to Car No. 9.

Kudo Yukiko followed closely behind, tapping her phone, not knowing who she was texting.

Then she put down her phone and said with a smile:

"Do you need my help?"

"you?"

Belmode said without looking back:

"Forget it, you've always been a troublemaker."

"But you are injured!"

Kudo Yukiko poked Belmod's wound:

"Does it hurt?"

".What do you think?"

"It definitely doesn't hurt, you didn't react at all!"

"This pain is nothing when you feel a fire burning deep in your bones every night."

Belmod's face was expressionless:

"The time has come. Even if the preparation is not sufficient and it is different from what I expected, this is my mission. I am going to fulfill the promise I made back then. It's time for you to go."

There were footsteps in Car No. 8, and Gin, Vodka, Kidd, and Miss Miyano were quickly arriving.

"It seems you are ready to wake up."

Kudo Yukiko nodded slightly, walked into the box on one side, and waved to Bermod:

"Bye, Sharon."

"Farewell, Yukiko."

Bang!

The door leading to Car No. 9 was violently knocked open. Vodka took the lead and rushed to the front, followed closely by Gin, Kidd, and Miss Miyano.

Kidd had repeatedly hinted that Miss Miyano should not follow them and go find Conan and the others, but Miss Miyano shook her head and insisted on moving together.

For Kidd, it doesn't matter whether Miss Miyano follows or not. Anyway, with his skills, it makes no difference whether he escapes alone or with two people. The key lies in whether Gin will judge him as a mole.

As long as Gin doesn't think he is a mole, then they are safe. On the contrary, staying with Conan is just as dangerous.

"Brother, catch up with him!"

After entering Car No. 9, Vodka suddenly stopped, looked at Akai Mutake standing in the middle of the corridor, leaning on the window sill and said:

"He can't run away this time!"

Gin's eyes flickered, and he felt suspicious.

Just now, Akai Mutake clearly used the roof of the car to escape, but now he appeared in the carriage. Why did he abandon the convenience of movement and did not block the roof of the car from being used, but instead jumped down to confront them?

This doesn't seem to make sense.

Especially.

Gin looked at 'Akai Mutake' who appeared in the No. 9 carriage coldly, his eyes slowly moved down, and he suddenly sneered and raised his pistol:

"He is not Akai Mutake."

"ah?"

Vodka was stunned for a moment:

"Brother, what do you mean, is he pretending to be someone else?"

"Has the news been notified to Rum?"

"Notified, Rum already knows that Akai Mutake has gone in his direction."

Vodka showed the text message history on his phone.

"Very good. Rum has Bourbon and Curacao by his side. As long as he takes precautions, Akai Mutake will not be able to pose a threat to him in a short time."

Gin looked at 'Akai Muwu' in the corridor and said:

"I'm afraid your wishful thinking will come to nothing."

"That's not necessarily true."

Vermouth smiled slightly, pointing the gun at Gin's heart:

"I didn't expect this day to come so soon."

"Who are you?"

The other party's tone gave Gin a sense of déjà vu. Although the Beretta M92F was already pointed at the other party, for some reason.

Gin hesitated.

Even if it was just a moment, it was enough to decide the outcome.

Bang!

Bang!

Vermouth pulled the trigger without hesitation, and almost at the same time, Gin and Vodka also fired.

Vermouth was waiting for the moment when Gin was distracted. She had calculated everything and was prepared, so there was no need to elaborate.

Two bullets hit her shoulder and abdomen respectively. Vermouth staggered back a few steps and slowly slid down the wall.

And the bullet she fired.

Just brushed Gin's shoulder and flew past.

"Hahaha, big brother, this guy's shooting skills are too poor!"

Vodka was overjoyed. In a close-range gunfight like this, whether you can survive depends basically on luck. At present, Gin only suffered some minor injuries, which is undoubtedly the best result.

Gin stared at the 'Akai Wuwu' lying on the ground. His scraped shoulder was burning and painful, just like his current mood, as if someone had grabbed it hard.

He guessed who the other party was, but.

The heartache only lasted for half a breath. Gin quickly regained his usual coldness. He put down the gun and said coldly:

"Go to support Rum."

"Understood, big brother!"

But just as they took a few steps and their attention was distracted

Bang!

A wisp of blood bloomed from Gin's chest, as gorgeous as a blooming thorny rose.