I play color 6 in rice flower town

Conan was at a loss for words, and of course he could recognize the nonsense in his heart, but the premise was that the other party could accept the existence of "rejuvenation" in the world.

Kudo Souji shrugged and said that would be fine.

On this issue, the two are destined to discuss no results, because the ways of thinking about the problem are completely different.

Just like when facing terrorists, the former will start to consider whether there is a perfect solution to break the predicament, while the latter will just yell and eat my big dick, and then take out an automatic rifle from his crotch to have a passionate confrontation with the terrorists.

Is it amazing to have a gun?

I have it too!

Tee, Tee, Tee.

Suddenly, a burst of regular and rhythmic footsteps sounded from far behind. It sounded like the sound of hard-soled leather shoes rubbing against the ground. The sound was not loud but it was very clear in the quiet station.

Souji Kudo, who was walking in front, stopped and turned his head to look at Conan. It was obvious that both parties realized something, and immediately the two of them accelerated their pace in unison.

They have already spent too much time on the road, rushing from Tokyo to Gunma and then back to Tokyo from Gunma, they have already spent nearly a whole night on the way back and forth.

If the weather hadn't been getting colder recently, I'm afraid it would have been dawn at four o'clock in the morning.

A positive conflict with vodka is not what Conan wants. A conflict means that he cannot fully control the direction of things.

Whether the plan can be successfully implemented is another matter, but it is inevitable to leave some clues, and if the winery fights back again, oh well~

So they had to get there before the vodka arrived, and put the packaged empty discs in the coin locker at 0032, and set up the scene as Takumi Itakura had already been here and left the discs out of fear. He looked like he was leaving after getting off, while he was hiding aside and watching the changes.

In the words of Souji Kudo, as long as it is the stupid vodka who comes to the meeting, then this wave of operations is already stable, and the other party will never have any doubts about the layout of the scene.

……

"hu~hu~"

In the locker area on the lowest floor of Kanabashi Station, Conan, who was leaning against the cold iron locker, was panting heavily.

Not because of tiredness, but because of nervousness.

Just like a primary school student who didn’t write his summer homework for the first time and tried to turn in a blank homework book at the beginning of school to pass the test, Conan’s heart was full of tension and excitement at this moment.

On the other hand, Souji Kudo, who was also leaning against the locker next to him, seemed much more relaxed, and he even had a chance to take advantage of this moment to pull up the hood and close his eyes for a while.

Conan couldn't help kicking him when he saw his leisurely look, and said in a low voice, "Are you sure you didn't leave any suspicious traces?"

"Of course, you don't look at anyone's hands. I've already wiped the fingerprints, and the locker door is half-open. As long as the other party is not blind, you can see it. I've already dealt with the footprints."

Even if Kudo Souji didn't open his eyes, he could still hear the sound of panting violently from beside him: "Also, I suggest that you better restrain your breathing a little bit. A lack of wit in vodka doesn't mean he's deaf."

"Nonsense...Of course I know that." Conan swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, but it didn't help.

"Look, I told you to skip classes more to improve your mental quality, but you still didn't listen, and even reported me to the teacher, are you starting to get nervous now?" Mr. A very important part of being a detective."

"Idiot, I didn't do that, I never make small reports, it was all done by Yuanzi!" Conan shouted.

"Oh, yeah, then..."

Souji Kudo folded his arms and whispered, "Do you feel better now?"

"Uh, now that you put it that way, it seems...it's better."

After a short wave of nonsense, Conan unexpectedly found that his heartbeat, which had been exacerbated by nervousness, suddenly calmed down, and even his heavy breathing gradually calmed down.

Conan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he saw that the formerly calm and charming Kudo Souji opened his eyes hidden under the huge hood at some point, and the sharp eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, almost piercing his eyes. Wear dark night.

He raised an index finger in front of his lips, making a silent gesture to the former.

At the same time, familiar footsteps sounded again, and the light of the flashlight shone in from outside, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Souji Kudo leaned against the metal locker. He and Conan stood on the side of the backlight. Judging from the angle of light and the degree of darkness on both sides of the locker, the other party should be six meters away from them at seven o'clock. .

It was exactly in line with their previously envisioned plan.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a lighter igniting was heard.

"What, so the person hasn't come yet."

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PS: Cracked... Sure enough, posting is the soul of cats. In the past two days, if there are no follow-up subscriptions, I will lose [-]. I thought I was the only one like this. I didn't expect that all of them were in the group...

Chapter 191 Chapter 187

Sometimes a word and an action can often reveal a person's IQ.

After hearing vodka muttering to himself, Souji Kudo, who was hiding behind a metal cabinet four rows away from the former, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

There is one thing to say, the IQ of this stupid big guy is really not good, no wonder he can only work hard all his life to hang out with Gin Jiu.

Take a look, take a look, this is an IQ comparable to that of a paramecium. When you hang out with gin, you can still be called "Big Brother's right-hand man". When you have nothing to do, you can be a substitute driver. Can help with firepower cover to block guns or something.

If there was no gin, wouldn't you just collect protection money with a big flower tattoo on your arm in the night market?

Souji Kudo even suspects that Gin only has one criterion when choosing a deputy - not a traitor.

If you think about it this way, Gin seems to be very tolerant towards his subordinates.

With such a sense of confidentiality, when he ran to the transaction site and found that the other party had not arrived, he simply smoked a cigarette carelessly. He didn't think that it was very likely that his saliva would be collected by someone who cared about it, so as to analyze the blood type and other information.

Others say that the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest. Brother, you are not an ant nest. You clearly posted C4 on the dam and even provided the remote control. You just need someone to blow it up!

If I were Gin, I'd be fucking mad at you long ago, okay?

Really just say big brother, big brother for life, I haven’t learned anything after so long, don’t even have the idea of ​​​​standing on my own?

In this regard, Souji Kudo can only say that I don't understand the world of the mentally retarded, and I can't understand and don't want to understand the happiness of the mentally retarded.

Don't talk about it.

The time for a cigarette passed quickly, and the locker hall below, which was originally filled with the smell of cement and yellow sand, gradually became covered with a faint smell of cigarettes.

Accompanied by the sound of the cigarette butt falling to the ground, Vodka, who had already smoked a whole cigarette, let out a long breath, and his tone gradually became a little impatient: "This guy hasn't come yet, could he be carrying something? Run away...Huh? This is it?"

Vodka, who was still talking to himself one second, expressed dissatisfaction with Itakura Taku who failed to make an appointment in time, the next second seemed to have accidentally discovered something magical, and the low and hoarse complaints stopped abruptly, replaced by There was a creaking sound when the metal cabinet door was pulled open.

It seemed that the other party had already noticed the half-open cabinet door No. 0032.

President Kudo, who was leaning against the locker, breathed lightly. He heard the movement in the entire locker hall clearly, and gestured to Conan beside him, indicating that the plan had initially succeeded.

If almost the plan goes well, the next thing Vodka sees in the locker is the CD he wants, and then finds that the CD box has wrappers wrapped around all four feet.

And the tape is almost impossible to tear off with the gesture of wearing gloves. In this way, the other party will inevitably take off the gloves and tear the tape, and the fingerprints of vodka are basically almost obtained.

Of course, there are also cases of overturning. For example, if the other party sees the CD in the locker and takes it away without saying a word, it is basically useless to play.

And as far as normal people's thinking is concerned, the probability of choosing the latter is obviously higher than the former.

…Tearing off the tape in such a dark place, fingerprints are easy to leave aside, with such poor lighting conditions, you can see where the tape is sealed, why not take it home and slowly remove it.

But it is clear that Vodka's IQ is far lower than Kudo Souji expected.

In the darkness where the five fingers could be barely seen, the tooth-piercing sound of tearing tape suddenly sounded, making Souji Kudo hide behind the locker with an expression of "you're fucking kidding me".

Conan gave a thumbs up silently, not knowing whether he was admiring the thoroughness of his plan or lamenting the low IQ of vodka.

All in all, everything is moving in a good direction.

Not only Conan, whose plan is about to be completed, but also Vodka, who is tearing off the tape, thinks so.

At this time, he was holding a flashlight with one hand, tearing off the tape according to the CD box in the locker, and with the other hand, he took out a mobile phone from the inner pocket of his jacket, and was about to call himself while wandering at the station The subordinates who conduct supervisors nearby.

"Hey, it's me. I think Itakura Taku is still around here. Keep an eye on it... What? You said you didn't see anyone enter the station at all?"

Hearing the irrelevant answer from the subordinate on the phone, Vodka just wanted to have a seizure, but found a cold and hard thing on the back of his head.

—That's the barrel of the pistol's suppressor.

Vodka instantly recognized the familiar touch.

He had used this thing to hit other people's heads many times, and this time it was finally his turn. Shocked, he couldn't help but froze in place.

"What do you want?" Gin Jiu's cold and emotionless voice sounded behind him.

The cold sweat on Vodka's forehead fell with a "shua".

"Brother, I..."

"Isn't the trading time tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the morning?" Gin asked coldly, still in a bad tone, but moved the gun from Vodka's forehead.

"Brother, he said that it would be inconvenient for him to come at that time tomorrow, so we temporarily changed the time." Vodka turned around with a sigh of relief and said with a flattering smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Gin's muzzle once again touched his chin: "He contacted you by email, just to change the time at any time like this?"

"Ah no..." Vodka's voice trembled faintly, "Actually, this time is decided by our side. That guy happened to be on the side of Qunma when he was receiving emails. It snowed heavily in the villa and the power went out. He couldn't receive emails. We just switched to calling."

As he said that, he handed over the half-disassembled CD: "Although this guy guessed our purpose, he has a heart disease himself. Even if we don't care about him, he won't live long."

Gin snorted coldly and did not speak. He took the box containing the disc from Vodka, glanced at it slightly, took a deep breath and said, "Vodka, I believe in your loyalty...but you know why he uses CD box hand us the CD?"

Vodka was taken aback for a moment, and a dazed look appeared on Di Baotian's face.

Gin shook the CD in his hand and sneered, "The purpose is to collect your fingerprints, because it is impossible for you to tear off the tape while wearing gloves."

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the cigarette butt that Vodka had thrown away from the ground, and stuffed it back into the other party's mouth: "Besides, you won't see the person you're waiting for here, so you can't help smoking. He just needs to put the top The remaining saliva will be tested to find out what your blood type is."

"Brother..." Vodka was already sweating profusely.

"And I can tell you that the person who made this layout was not Takumi Itakura. When the temperature difference is too large, the sympathetic nerves will be stimulated, which will cause a huge load on the heart, so it is absolutely impossible for a person with heart disease Staying in a villa under heavy snowfall."

"Then...who would have done that?"

"I think it's probably someone he hired with money." Gin took off the glove on one hand, and said with the back of his hand slightly close to the CD box, "but he still made a fatal mistake, although The fingerprints on it can be wiped off, but there is still a little temperature on the box, which means that guy should still be hiding nearby."

As soon as the words fell, a third person's voice suddenly sounded in the originally dim space, faintly sounding from Qin Jiu's ear like the whisper of an ancient god.

"Then you are such a clever little ghost~ You are awesome~"

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Qin Jiu: I really can't drag this bronze, but this is the only one in the whole organization that is not a [-]-year-old boy.

I'll go to Kang to find out what should be done for the next theatrical version. There is no coherent plot before and after the main theatrical version, so I can completely switch it.

Chapter 192 Chapter 188 Who is Belmode?

In an extremely dimly lit environment, it can be very scary to suddenly make a sound from behind someone.

Ordinary people will probably jump up in place when they encounter this kind of situation, and at the same time make a super high-decibel scream, or even have a heart attack and die on the spot.

After all, in all major horror games, the most common scenes are nothing more than schools, hospitals, and... empty subway stations.

Just imagine, in the darkness where you thought and believed that you were the only living creature, something suddenly touched the back of your neck with its cold and wet limbs... Fuck, it’s so fucking scary, okay? No matter how courageous a person is, they will shrink their necks, trembling and wanting to look back to see what evil and filth are at work.

But not gin.

As the No.1 in the executive department of the Black Organization, he has killed more traitors than trolls on the Internet. If there were any ghosts and snakes in the world, he would have been dragged by the ghosts of the dead who came looking for revenge. Go to hell.

As a killer, he is undoubtedly extremely professional.

A professional killer should be able to face the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his face. Keeping the brain calm and clear at all times is a compulsory course for becoming a killer.

But the voice reminded him of some not-so-good memories.

For example, on the roof of the Cupido Hotel, someone pointed an automatic rifle with one hand and dared not move.

"Ah~ Gin~"

Ding Dang Wang's sorrowful voice suddenly sounded behind a certain organization model worker, and it was still a familiar tone and a familiar formula.

A pale face poked out from the darkness behind under the light of the flashlight, and appeared in Vodka's sight over Gin's shoulder, with a pervasive smile on his face.

"Big... big brother!" Vodka's cold sweat came down suddenly.

With a slight sound, Qin Jiu's figure inevitably froze for a moment.

Not out of fear or surprise, but because a tiny silver needle was poked an inch below the base of his ear.

In an instant, a huge drowsiness that could not be resisted surged like a landslide and tsunami.