Traveled to the world of Kexue

Sedum wasn't sure if he wanted to call Conan, maybe Conan had bumped into the case again, or maybe he was really in danger and was hiding somewhere. Calling Conan now could expose him to the position.

Sedum looked at the door worriedly, hoping to hear a click of the door opening in the next second, and then a small Conan appeared, frowning and complaining about the sudden heavy rain.

However, none of this happened. Sedum waited and waited, still not waiting for Conan.

Sedum began to count the people he knew who could help: Toru Amuro, Kuaidou... Gone.

Sedum looked at the phone numbers of the two in the address book with a headache, if Conan really had something, then this matter was not done by the winery or by the organization of Rose, Kuaidou or not to participate.

His own mobile phone is not suitable for calling Amuro, who knows if Gin Jiu will listen?

Thinking of this, Sedum rang the bedside bell and borrowed a mobile phone from the nurse to call Amuro.

"Hello." On the phone came Toru Amuro's voice.

"Brother Amuro, I'm Sedum. Conan is gone.

"Don't worry, you recuperate, he's here with me." Amuro was driving a car in one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other, his eyebrows were full of seriousness, and on the contrary, there was a gentle voice that was reassuring.

Conan was indeed coming to him soon, but not very safely.

Amuro stepped on the brakes, looking at the pouring rain outside the window, and Sedum's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's okay if he's okay, I thought he had an accident."

"Okay, I still have something to do, so hang up first." Rest well and don't run around. After that, Amuro hung up the phone and looked ahead—Gin Wine was walking slowly in the heavy rain, and he was still carrying a Conan in his hand.

"This is the compensation they organized to pay? But a child, also used such a big move. Amuro stared at Conan with a mocking expression.

Gin Jiu didn't speak, sat in the car with a cold face, but Vodka couldn't stand the air conditioning in the car, and explained: "This kid is Kudo Shinichi, the only one who is still alive after eating APTX-4869." And according to their organization, the failure of the last transaction was also related to this guy.

"If I'm not mistaken, you handled Kudo Shinichi at the time, right?" Gin. "

The air in the car seemed to condense all of a sudden, and the air pressure was terrifyingly low.

Amuro did not speak again after stimulating the gin, thinking back to what the vodka said, and secretly frightened.

The organization to which Rose belongs, let's call it the zoo, obviously no one went back that day, but the zoo knew that the day deal was related to Conan, what about Sedum? Is he also in danger?

Amuro clenched his teeth, he lacked information, but he was not suitable to inquire now, and any more questions would arouse suspicion - especially if Gin Jiu now disturbed me, he would explode.

Amuro carries Gin to Shirley's lab, throws Conan to Shirley, and then goes on a cooperative mission with Gin Wine.

Gin Jiu had a straight face the whole time, and talking to Shirley was like an ultra-low temperature tone that wanted to freeze Shirley into a popsicle. However, Shirley was too lazy to take care of the ginjiu, and also had a cold face, and drove the gin out after the gin wine finished speaking, completely ignoring the worse face of the ginjiu.

Shirley returned to the lab to stare at the child who had been thrown in by gin, she didn't expect Kudo Shinichi to be alive.

Shirley didn't want to do human experiments, which caused Conan's existence to give him an extreme headache.

She held her head and looked at the snow-white walls and cold experimental instruments around her, staying here was lonely and boring day after day, and now there was a fake child, but it would only add trouble to herself. But after all, this is a victim of the medicine she made, and Shirley can't do it without caring about him.

"Sister? Where is this? Conan woke up from his coma and looked up at Shirley.

"I'm big with you."

Conan looked down at himself, making sure his body hadn't grown bigger, and then looked at Shirley suspiciously.

"My name is Shirley, you don't have to pretend to be a child here."

Conan's pupils shrank sharply, wine name! I am now in that black-clad organization.