Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"They went in."

Wearing headphones, Machiko and Vermouth listened carefully to what they had overheard.

After knowing that the person who met with Itakura Taku was Vodka, and that he was successfully tricked by Conan and changed the meeting time, Chris sneered and completely relaxed.

"It seems that Gin didn't take this deal seriously, otherwise he wouldn't have given it all to Vodka."

Machiko heard that Dr. Agasa and Conan took away the disc with the software, and asked Miss Chris to start the car and follow the doctor's beetle from a distance.

"So, when Conan arrives at the Xianqiao station, we will come out and knock him out, and leave the disc there."

The rest is Mr. Amuro's task.

After Machiko made a plan, the beetle in front suddenly emitted thick smoke, and Vermouth also stepped on the brakes and slowed down when she saw this.

"Doctor, why did the car suddenly have problems!"

Conan kicked the tire twice, watching it exhale continuously, squatting on the ground and scratching his hair.

"Otherwise, let's wait for the towing company here. They will be here around 7am. We are not far from the hamburger shop we were at before. We can walk back in half an hour."

"What are you talking about? Won't we miss the transaction? We have to be at Xianqiao Station before 3:30."

Conan stood up from the ground suddenly, clasping his hands.

"This is also God's will. God didn't let you participate in that dangerous transaction."

Dr. Agasa laughed. He had just tried the CD on the computer in the car and found that it couldn't be opened without the password. Dr. Agasa firmly opposed Shinichi to meet Vodka.

With the coded text and such a creepy surveillance network, Dr. Agasa didn't think that Kudo Shinichi could deal with them with his little intelligence.

If Yusaku was here, maybe it would be possible.

"Eh?! There's a car coming from behind." Noticing the headlights in the distance, Shinichi jumped up happily: "Sure enough, Yuji is right, people who love to laugh will have good luck!"

………

The car slowly stopped in front of the two people. After taking the voice-changing medicine, Machiko noticed Conan's expression from joy to surprise and fear, and tried to hold back her laughter.

"Isn't this Conan..." Machiko rolled down the car window and squinted at Dr. Agasa: "Dr. Agasa is here too."

Swallowing his saliva, Conan suddenly became desperate when he remembered that the two of them had just broken into Itakura Taku's villa without observing the surroundings.

Could it be that these two people just kept watching them...

"Is the car broken?" Machiko opened the car door and got out of the car, patting the door at the back: "We just happen to be going back to Tokyo, so why not take you with us."

Dr. Agasa was worried that the girl in front of him would take out a pistol, so he simply kicked Conan, sat obediently in the passenger seat, and secretly glanced at Chris who was driving.

This person is the Vermouth that Shinichi and the others mentioned...

Being held in the arms of the beautiful girl, Conan felt a hard object on his back. He was stunned and gritted his teeth, wanting to punch himself an hour ago.

Kudo Shinichi, you have involved the doctor in something dangerous again!

"By the way, where are you going?"

Conan slowly raised his head and met the dark green, emotionless eyes of Kurosawa Machiko.

"Are you going to meet someone dangerous?"

There was a faint sound of beeping, and Machiko suddenly threw out a mask with her right hand and put it on her head.

"It's so boring, why did you spray them with hypnotic gas, mom?"

Covering her mouth and nose with a mask, Machiko looked at the buildings on the roadside and found that they seemed to be entering Tokyo.

"If you don't let them sleep for a while, that troublemaker will be scared to death by you." Sighing helplessly, he saw Machiko tying Conan with a tortoise shell in the rearview mirror.

Vermouth finally realized that these two boys were definitely Yukiko's sons. If anyone dared to say otherwise, she would be very anxious.

"Okay, we're at Kenbashi Station."

Leaving the two in the car, Machiko put an empty CD in the cabinet designated by Vodka, and called Amuro Toru.

"Hello, Mr. Amuro?"

"What's wrong?"

Walking out of the station, Machiko stretched lazily: "Did you let those cameras take pictures?"

"No problem, it also caused a wound on Vodka's left leg, right." Not far upstairs, holding a sniper rifle, Amuro Toru, disguised as Akai Shuichi, looked at Machiko with a telescope.

"I will try not to break his leg directly..."

………

"Hey! Itakura Taku, where are you?"

Smoking a cigarette, Vodka held a flashlight and kept shining it around.

Standing in front of the safe he and Itakura Taku had agreed on, he opened the small iron door with the key, looked at the CD stuck behind the door, snorted and laughed, and suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded behind him.

"Who!"

He also raised his gun in response, but saw that it was Gin who was leaning on a cane.

"Brother! Why are you here? Isn't your leg still healed?"

He subconsciously wanted to rush over to support Gin, but the muzzle of his brother's gun was against his head, and Vodka felt a little wronged.

"What do you want to do? Isn't the transaction time set at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning? Why change the time without permission!"

Gin stared at his younger brother calmly. Although his right leg was injured, being left-handed did not prevent him from holding the gun.

"Itakura Taku said he didn't have time tomorrow, so I changed the time." Vodka looked at the muzzle of the gun he had just withdrawn and put it against his chin again.

"You communicate via email just so you can change the time at will?"

"No, in fact, we set the trading time here. When that guy received the email this time, the wind and snow happened to break the circuit, so we changed the phone call."

Withdrawing the pistol, Gin leaned on crutches, pushed away the vodka and looked at the CD stuck behind the door.

"That person...is not Itakura Taku."

Gin smashed the disc to pieces with one shot, and in Vodka's shocked eyes, he threw a cane in his face.

"Do you know why this person stuck the CD on the back of the door? Just to collect your fingerprints."

The cane poked the disc fragments on the ground, and Gin said calmly: "In order to take away the disc, you will definitely take off your gloves, which will inevitably leave fingerprints."

"Damn it, I'm going to send peripheral members to investigate!"

Following Vodka out of the station, Gin, who suddenly felt danger, jumped to the side and saw that Vodka's left leg had been grazed by a bullet.

He fired in the direction of the bullet and rolled to the back of the bunker holding the vodka.

"How are your legs?"

Panting heavily, Vodka covered the wound with his hand and shook his head: "It's not a big problem, it's just bleeding all over the floor."

"That's good. If there's blood, a bomb will solve it." Gin took out his cell phone: "Chianti, who was the shooter?"

After hearing the answer given by the other party, the silver-haired murderer raised his head and said a name that Vodka had not expected.

"Akai Shuichi!!!"

As this is the first book for a newcomer, I am quite satisfied with the current results. Some readers say that my writing here is not good and that my writing is not satisfactory, and I humbly accept it. However, some readers asked me to start a new Conan book and cut off this one, but I disagree.

In short, I will definitely tell this story to the end without being too eunuch.

We can only wait until this one is finished to decide what to write in the next book.

To be honest, I really want to choose a fantasy fan to write about, so as to lay the foundation for my own original writing.