Coroner Coroner

Chapter 258 Belmod's Choice

Belmode really couldn't figure it out, assuming that this kid is really Kudo Shinichi, with his current strength, who gave him the courage to take the initiative to provoke Gin.

But Conan seems to be really going to do it.

"No, absolutely don't let him get close to Gin's car..."

Gin is an extremely perceptive man.

Even if Conan is lucky enough not to be caught, he will definitely leave some traces on the car.

And if Gin Jiu finds out that someone has tampered with his car, he will definitely not let it go.

"and many more!"

Thinking of this, Belmode immediately unbuckled his seat belt and hurriedly got out of the car to chase after Conan.

Before leaving, she did not forget to stop on purpose, and reminded Mao Lilan and Hui Yuanai very solemnly:

"Don't get out of the car, and don't follow me!!"

"do you know?!"

"Eh..." Maori Lan nodded numbly.

And Belmode didn't have time to say anything more.

Seeing that Conan's short figure had disappeared into the dense crowd of vehicles, she could only catch up quickly.

Soon, not long after, Belmode quietly chased after the black Porsche 356A parked in the corner of the underground garage.

And Conan is really doing something to Gin's car just as she feared.

He had already taken a step ahead and got close to the Porsche.

Seeing that there was no one in the car, Conan took out a small wire from his pocket, poked it lightly into the keyhole, and pried open the door with ease.

Bellmode finally confirmed that this Edogawa Conan was Kudo Shinichi.

After all, an ordinary primary school student would not stare at Gin Jiu's car for no reason, let alone have such adept lockpicking skills.

"no solution anymore…"

Seeing that Conan had already got into Gin's car, Belmode knew that it was too late for him to stop him from committing suicide.

All he could do now was drag him out of the car before Gin came back.

Then find a way to clean up any traces he may have left in the car.

Doing so will definitely make Conan suspicious of her "Sister Chrissy", but Belmode can only do this to prevent the great detective from killing himself and everyone around him.

Belmode was thinking so...

In this quiet underground garage, there was a sudden sound of clear footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and clearer, obviously coming from this direction.

"Someone is back?"

Conan stuck his head out of the car nervously.

He climbed out of the Porsche in a hurry, trying to close the door and hide quietly.

But his movements were too slow, and the opponent's pace was too fast.

Conan had just jumped out of the car and closed the door carefully when the man appeared.

"Gin..."

Belmode, who was lurking in the dark, shrank his pupils:

It was the gin she knew that appeared.

He was wearing a black top hat and a black windbreaker, with silver hair hanging loose, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Hello? Brat, what are you doing next to my car?"

Gin asked coldly.

"I..." Conan replied nervously, "I think this car is very beautiful, so I want to come and have a look..."

"Is it?"

The tall man narrowed his eyes slightly and approached slowly like a mountain.

There was an undisguised murderous look in his cold voice:

"Then why did I hear the sound of a door closing here?"

"Did you leave my car door open?"

"This, this..." Conan became a little incoherent.

And Gin took a step forward even more, with a suffocating pressure:

"Little devil, you can't be in my car..."

"What did you do?"

As soon as these words were said, Conan couldn't hold back completely.

He seemed to know in his heart that his hands and feet would be discovered.

Therefore, seeing that Qin Jiu was about to approach him murderously, he simply let go and decided to fight to the death.

Conan suddenly raised his arm, pointed the flipped watch dial at the oncoming Gin, and quickly fired an anesthetic needle.

But it didn't work.

Gin's reaction speed is extremely fast.

With a slight tilt of his head, he dodged the thin anesthetic needle that was hard to catch.

And then, Conan didn't even have time to react...

Qin Jiu suddenly leaned forward, leaned over and grabbed his throat, and lifted him from the ground:

"Little brat...you were attacking me just now?"

"It seems that you are not an ordinary little devil."

"Uh, uh..."

Conan's throat was locked and he hung in the air, unable to speak at all.

He could only wave his hands and feet indiscriminately, struggling desperately.

And at this moment, his hand inadvertently caught Qin Jiu's face.

Those fingers rubbed vigorously across Qin Jiu's face, leaving only a few shallow white marks in the end.

"It's really gin..."

Seeing this scene, Belmode finally confirmed the identity of the man in front of him.

In fact, she felt that what happened today was a bit strange from the very beginning.

First of all, Qin Jiu shouldn't have come to Lin Xinyi without saying hello.

Secondly, the vodka, which was always with him, did not appear at all at this time.

Then, everything happened so coincidentally that it made people instinctively feel that something was wrong.

But these small bugs are not worth the effect of "special effects".

After discovering that Gin's face remained the same after being scratched by Conan, Belmode could only judge that the man in front of him was not wearing a disguise mask.

This is not a trap set for her, the man in front of her is Gin.

And Conan gave away the head in a desperate manner.

Now he was like a little sheep whose throat was bitten by a tiger, and could only die gradually in that powerless struggle.

Gin showed no mercy, even though the other party looked like a child:

"Say—who sent you here?!"

He pressed Conan firmly on the hood of the car, took out the Beretta 92F from his waist, and pressed it tightly against Conan's head.

"I..." Conan was still incoherent, refusing to say anything.

"Heh." Qin Jiu sneered: "I'll give you one last chance, say!"

The trigger was about to be pulled.

"and many more!"

Belmode finally stood up uncontrollably.

Gin held Conan down with one hand, and instinctively pointed his gun at him with the other:

"Belmode?"

His face was still so cold that it was hard to read.

"It's me..." Belmode stepped forward slowly, pointed at Conan and said, "Gin Jiu, you let this child go."

Gin was silent for a while, and then said coldly: "Give me a reason."

"There is no reason."

Belmode certainly couldn't give a reason.

But she has never lost in momentum:

"I hope you can give me face and let this brat go."

"He will have no impact on our organization."

"Is it…"

Gin grabbed Conan's arm and carefully observed the watch on his hand:

"Such a delicate little thing, it's not like a child who is 'no influence' can have."

"Bermod, you are hiding a secret from me."

He couldn't help but didn't let go of Conan, but put the gun against Conan's head again.