Conan: The Mechanic

"What's wrong with him?" Ayumi looked at the VIP elevator galloping towards the first floor and wondered.

"I don't know." Mitsuhiko shook his head.

"Right," Yuan Jiaming came to their side. "I want to do a small-scale trial event for my latest game. I wonder if you are interested in finding time to come and try it with me?"

"A new game?" Yuan Tai and the others immediately forgot about Conan's strange actions and said excitedly.

"Yes~" Yuan Jiaming handed a business card to Yuan Tai. "This has my address on it, you can find me there next Saturday~"

"..." Qianyu glanced at the business card - the address on it showed Shuangbaocho, which was not far from Rice Flower.

"We will definitely go there!" Yuan Tai said happily.

"Speaking of which, Miss Tokiwa," Ogi Iwamatsu walked to Mio Tokiwa. "Can I live in the presidential suite in Building B? I remember how many floors above Building B are luxury hotels?"

"Yes," Tokiwa Mio showed obvious hesitation. "But it doesn't open until next week..."

"That means it can't be done?" There was a little displeasure on Damu Yansong's face.

"..." Tokiwa Mio immediately bowed slightly respectfully. "I understand, I will arrange the presidential suite on the 67th floor for you."

When Tokiwa Mio bowed, Ogi Iwamatsu's restless eyes swept across Tokiwa Mio's chest. "If possible, I would like to have dinner with you today~"

From Chiba's perspective, you can see that although Tokiwa Mio's expression is still impeccable, her teeth have quietly bit a piece of flesh on her lower lip, and she is obviously very emotional.

"Hmm..." Ogi Iwamatsu's eyes stopped on Tokiwa Mio's left chest—to be precise, on her brooch. "What a beautiful brooch! Did your sweetheart give it to you?"

"No," Tokiwa Mio quickly denied. "This is my own brooch."

"Mio!" Ruyuefengshui suddenly slammed the ground with his stick. "I want to go back!"

"I'll take you back!" Tokiwa Mio said quickly.

"No need!" Ruyuefengshui flatly refused, and then walked towards the ordinary elevator alone.

"Mr. Kisaragi seems very unhappy..." Mouri Kogoro asked curiously, looking at Tokiwa Mio hurriedly chasing after him.

"Miss Tokiwa once did something very indignant..." Hidehiko Kazama said helplessly. "She has relied on their mentor-apprentice relationship to buy Mr. Ruyue's paintings at a low price many times, and then sell them at a high price through publicity and hype--the proud work of Mr. Ruyue has been turned into a profit by her. A tool for taking money."

"Uh..." The corners of Kogoro Mori's mouth twitched—his school girl is really a bit different from the perfect goddess in his mind. . . "Then... since Mio has left, shall we go back?"

"Ms. Mio has specially prepared a coupon for the restaurant next door for you. Please be sure to stay." Sawaguchi on the side quickly advised.

"Uh..." Kogoro Mori hesitated for a while and then nodded. "Ask my daughter and..."

"The three of you can go to dinner." Zeguchi replied.

"Then we won't bother you for now. After all, we haven't received an invitation," Dr. A Li said to Qianyu and the others after thinking about it. "Children, let's go back."

"Ah?" Yuan Tai touched his stomach. "Can't we go eat?"

"Conan isn't here!" Ayumi said. "Are you going to carry him to eat?"

"I agree... let's go find Conan," Qian Yu frowned. "Then go back"

"Let's go back first." Haibara Ai also agreed.

. . .

Three hours later, at the Tachibana mansion, next to Tachibana Chiba's workbench.

Chiba, who was sitting in the swivel armchair, put on a pair of disposable plastic gloves and quietly looked at the wooden box above the workbench.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qianyu carefully opened the wooden box.

A chain of necklaces lay quietly on the soft black sponge at the bottom of the box.

On the pendant of the necklace, two incomplete fingerprints are faintly visible.

Qianyu carefully grabbed the chain and placed the pendant under the scanner.

The computer immediately showed the traces on the pendant - and also faithfully reproduced the two incomplete fingerprints on it.

With the sound of the computer, the two fingerprints were taken out separately. And a progress bar appeared below the two fingerprints, and began to read.

After a while, the reading result came out, and two complete fingerprint pictures appeared on the screen - the two fingerprints on the necklace were obviously incomplete versions of these two fingerprint pictures.

Under the two complete fingerprint photos, the same name is written

After Chiyu's gaze stayed there for a short time, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

(haibara-ai, homophone) - This word refers to Haibara Ai.

This is subtle, especially considering a premise.

The necklace was a parting gift from Shisheng Ko Furuno, who graduated early from middle school, when he graduated early. Although it was just a necklace with a pendant on it, it was also the first gift that Chiyu received that did not come from Master, so Chiyu has been cherishing it until now. . . Well, it's for this reason and nothing else.

so. . .

1. Ko Furuno Shisheng is the person of the organization.

2. Kokono Shisheng is Haibara Ai.

3. Haibara Ai is the person of the organization.

Qianyu grabbed the non-marking umbrella next to her, and turned the swivel armchair toward the door with a push of her feet—he wanted to ask Haibara Ai to give her an explanation.

Then he saw that the door had been opened~www.readwn.com~ and Huihara Ai was standing at the door, with her hands in her pockets, looking at him calmly.

"Hello," said Haiyuan Ai. "Otomo Chiba...or rather, Ice-Wine."

This guy. . . how come here. . . Damn. . . If I knew earlier, I wouldn't change the door of the house to a type that would not make any sound when the door was opened. . .

Haibara Ai's icy tone made Chiyu frown, and she stood up from the armchair with the seamless umbrella.

"Don't move." Hai Yuanai said coldly, and a protrusion also protruded from her pocket with the sound of threat. "This is a modified version of the PSM pistol. It uses a 5.45*18mm lead-antimony alloy bullet. As a gunsmith, you should know what this means, right?"

PSM is a Soviet-style pistol put into production in 1973, which is characterized by PSM - these three letters represent pistols in Russian; semi-automatic; small. The original version of this pistol is only 15.5 cm long. If this guy modifies it according to his own needs, it is entirely possible to hide it in his pocket. As for lead-antimony alloy bullets. . . The core of this kind of bullet will shatter after being shot into the human body, resulting in a large area of ​​permanent cavity, and the power is much greater than that of a normal 5.45*18mm bullet. (The PSM pistol used a normal 5.45*18mm bullet and was shot into the vital part of the chest, and the shooter still fought for more than half an hour, and eventually died of a case of organ hemorrhage.)

Now there's a lot of trouble. . .

"..." Qianyu frowned, and finally sat back on the swivel armchair, her hand holding the seamless umbrella resting on the armrest of the swivel armchair. "How did you become like this?"

"I'm the one holding the gun," Haibara Ai's pockets swayed. "So it's you who should answer this question."