Conan: The Mechanic

"If I ask you not to say it, your offer price——!!!" Hoshino Kaede suddenly yawned, and then his expression became extremely shocked. "you will not..."

"?" Yuan Jiaming raised his eyebrows, then took a sip of tea. "What's wrong? Are you suddenly feeling sleepy?"

"Uh..." Hoshino Kaede suddenly felt a golden star in front of him. "This..."

"The improved version of midazolam is paired with an ordinary strong sedative," Yuan Jiaming said with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "The former is a miracle drug I got from a friend in the drug department two days ago - not only does it dissolve well in water, but it takes less than three minutes to work. The latter ensures that you get the effect of the former After disappearing, you can continue to sleep peacefully."

"You!" Hoshino Kaede's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, I never planned to compromise with you," Yuan Jiaming took out a tape recorder from his pocket. "Sleep, sleep, and soon you'll be in a place where you can sleep forever."

Then, Hoshino Kaede reacted beyond Yuan Jiaming's expectations.

He took out a toothpick from the toothpick holder next to him, and then actually pulled up the skin at the collarbone like clothes, and stabbed the toothpick hard!

"Uh!" Hoshino Kaede groaned, and put the toothpick, which was about half a centimeter in blood, into his pocket.

"You!" Yuan Jiaming looked at Hoshino Kaede's undifferentiated collarbone skin in surprise. "you!"

"Now..." Hoshino Kaede stood up against the table, and a shotgun with a sawn stock and part of the barrel was pulled out of his shirt. "I can do you without any psychological burden - you lied to me!"

"!!!" Yuan Jiaming stood up from his seat with the small picture frame of the idyllic scenery and took a few steps back, but this did not affect Hoshino Kaede's aim.

The trigger of the shotgun was pulled, but no bullet was fired. Instead, a harsh horn sounded from the shotgun - this was an additional muffler made by Hoshino Kaede, covered with a South African musical instrument (vuvuzela) The sound of a shotgun with a powerful muffler.

As soon as the vuvuzela sounded, the steel sand had already slammed into Yuan Jiaming's chest, and he fell to the ground with Yuan Jiaming, who had lost his vitality in an instant.

"Huh...huh..." Hoshino Kaede panted heavily. After setting up his chair and putting the teacup in his pocket, he came to Yuan Jiaming, picked up the tape recorder and staggered towards the door.

He didn't have time - although he just cut his skin with a toothpick and bought himself time with the pain, this pain was not enough to fight a large dose of tranquilizers. Although he had put artificial skin on his whole body and a headgear including artificial wigs on his head before coming here to prevent leaving marks, if he fell here, he would definitely be regarded as the first suspect.

Hoshino Kaede came to the car outside the door and took out an injection from the drawer in the passenger seat.

Now that the sedatives are too late to take effect, an improved version of midazolam has been anesthetized after him - if his pharmacy class in college hadn't been in vain. . .

Hoshino Kaede looked at the four sterile injection needles sealed in his hands.

Flumazenil injection, Hoshino Kaede reserves this drug because it can be used for the rescue of ethanol poisoning, but the original use of this drug is actually a special reversal agent for overdose of benzodiazepines - after Which is the class to which midazolam belongs.

The first dose of 10ml containing 1mg of flumazenil was quickly injected into the body by Hoshino Kaede through intravenous injection.

About half a minute later, Qianyu decisively opened the package of the second needle, and then injected it again. Although the first needle was effective, the drowsiness still did not completely disappear, which would cause problems when driving.

After two stitches in a row, Hoshino Kaede finally slowly regained consciousness. He stepped on the accelerator immediately and drove his car away from the dust.

————————The end of God’s perspective, this paragraph can be directly connected to the beginning of chapter 23 (four) twelve, the only thing that happens in the middle is the seizure of the slower-acting sedative, and this is not within the antagonistic range of flumazenil.

. . .

"How did you know this guy?" Gregory asked, looking at Chiba who entered the room.

"Big brother next door," Qianyu said with a shrug, looking at Kaede Hoshino who was dripping on the hospital bed. "He... how is it?"

"Tomorrow morning will be almost there," Gregory said, circling the cane in his hand. "It's a pity that he has a needle buried in his hand now, otherwise I'll knock him and let him say hello to you."

"Mr. Gregory, how did you know him?" Qianyu suddenly thought of this question.

"He's working with me as an assistant (the young man in Chapter 169 is Hoshino Kaede ←←)--say," Gregory said, his voice suddenly lowered. "Do you know what he usually does?"

"?" Qian Yu raised her eyebrows.

"Look at his hand~www.readwn.com~ Gregory gestures to Hoshino Kaede's wrist - there's a pair of leather gloves under it." That's a very realistic high-fake human leather glove, unless he's delusional Symptomatic - As the person who gave him a psychological evaluation, I'd rather believe that he's a professional killer, otherwise I really can't figure out who would wear something like this. "

"Probably an allergy?" Qianyu pouted. "In order not to scare other people, I use this flesh-colored glove."

"..." Gregor glanced at Qianyu with the eyes he looked at the mentally handicapped. "Well, it's really wrong to discuss this with you."

[Do you think that when I recruit assistants, I won't give him a comprehensive physical examination? 】

"Since he's fine, then I'll go first..." After receiving Gregory's contempt, Qianyu expressed that she wanted to leave.

"Do you need me to write a certificate for you to prescribe two doses of norepinephrine?"

"Forget it... I should still have it there." With that said, Qian Yu walked out of the ward and closed the door.

. . .

That night, the original house.

The police have already chosen to leave after collecting the evidence here. Only the seal and an old policeman dozing off in a police car are left here.

A shadow quietly opened the unsealed window and entered Yuan Jiaming's house.

Although it was pitch-dark here, Hei Ying had a night vision goggle on his face, so he could see the furnishings in the original house clearly through the dim street lights by the roadside.

"Hmm..." The shadow's gaze swept across the military parade scrolls, Arc de Triomphe sculptures and other arrangements arranged by Yuan Jiaming, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, the corners of Hei Ying's mouth twitched slightly.

"Champs-Elysees, it's you..."