[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly.

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In the early morning, Ruo Muliang was wearing a sangria leather, huddled in the back seat of Gin's car, and yawned lazily.

Conan has successfully obtained some hidden information related to the organization from Takuo Itakura's diary.Now Zheng and the doctor rushed to Itakura Zhuo's mountain villa in Gunma County and found the mysterious software he designed for the organization.

So, when the world of Ke Xue wanted to send clues to Conan, it was really not a small thing to hang up.

After all, who is a serious person who keeps a diary┓(??」)┏

Gin was smoking outside the car, and Vodka sent an email to Itakura Zhuo's mailbox using the mobile phone dedicated to the organization.

As Model Workers of 007 and the dedicated drivers of Model Workers, they usually pay little attention to the news—even if they did, in a place like Mihua, no media would specifically focus on a murder case.

Isn't that stuff available every day?Unless someone who died was a big shot, who would be interested in reporting it.

In addition, itakura Zhuo has always been in charge of handing over to itakura Zhuo, so gin and vodka don't know the information that itakura Zhuo has died for the time being.

"Huh? He didn't open the email."

The email between the organization and Itakura Zhuo requires a password to open, and although Itakura Zhuo is a person who likes to write a diary, he did not mention this matter in the diary, let alone record what his usual password is.

So Conan, who was defenseless, just watched the email that was automatically deleted because he did not enter the password in time, leaving two drops of cold sweat.

Vodka scratched his head and checked the location of the email, and found that the location was in Gunma County. After going through the basic information of Taku Itakura in his mind, he felt that he understood.

"It must be that the broken villa has a bad signal."

Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and didn't speak. He just watched vodka coldly and called Itakura Zhuo's villa. After chatting briefly, he decided to change the scheduled meeting time tomorrow to four hours. Finally, there was a cold murderous look on his body.

Vodka hung up the phone, took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat, and honestly waited for the gin to sit down.

Because the IQ was suppressed by the plot, Vodka, a qualified gin reading machine, did not notice the low air pressure emanating from his immediate boss at all.

The last time Fu Jiang was degraded in this way, exposing the code name of himself and Gin to Conan, it was the time of the Shinkansen.

Sure enough, as soon as the plot point was reached, wouldn't the halo of Jiangzhi come here?

Ruo Muliang: ...

Fu sauce, you are miserable!

He glanced at the driver's vodka with sympathetic eyes, then pulled the back of the co-pilot's seat, and said to the gin that had just gotten into the car: "It's snowing, it's still driving late, I'm too tired."

So give the poor driver a break for now.

Gin gave a noncommittal hum, threw the cigarette butt into the snow and stomped it out, then closed the car door, making a gesture of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The poor driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the car steadily towards the destination, knowing nothing about the tragic fate to come.

On Conan's side, God, in order to let the god of death get more performance, forcibly arranged for them to be on the way to the Xianqiao station where the transaction was made, causing the doctor's car to blow out again.

So Conan very logically stopped a car that happened to be a jewel thief who had just committed a crime and was about to run away.

Before meeting with the Black Organization, they have to race against time to warm up the two jewel thieves, right?

Tsk, it's not easy being a god of death. It's open 24 hours a day. This level of dedication seems to be no worse than that of a model worker who has always been 007.

It was when Dr. Ali was confronting Conan and the jewel thief, it was a bit out of his wits to sip a new one at Conan. .z.br>

Just, whenever these two jewel thieves reveal the name Shinichi when they record their statements...

You know, judging from the information revealed by Rum, the Black Organization has staff in the police and public security.

Conan: It doesn't matter, I have a halo!

And depending on the situation, this halo looks very strong.

Conan has experienced a flat tire, waiting for a train, hitchhiking, and solving two jewel thieves. Then, when he was one stop away from Xianqiao Station, he directly chose to get off the train and drive on two short legs. He was actually ahead of the vodka. Arrived at the trading place, and arranged the trading site by the way.

Just, what else can I say?The protagonist's aura is awesome and it's over.

Ruo Muliang nestled on the soft car seat, and closed his eyes without a hint of lemon.

Out of sight, out of sight, hum!

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He finally climbed to the vodka at the trading place, held a flashlight and smoked a cigarette, and walked slowly to the inside of Xianqiao Station under Ruo Muliang's sympathetic gaze with the attitude of a gangster.

Of course, aside from the facts, Vodka is still quite intimidating when he has a straight face.

"Hey, Itakura."

Vodka let out a gloomy cry, and the light of the flashlight shone in the dark interior of the station, but no one saw it.

"Tsk, that fellow Itakura hasn't come over yet."

He took out the lighter and lit the cigarette dangling from his mouth.He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, then exhaled a standard smoke ring.

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All these behaviors, in the eyes of Conan who was watching secretly, seemed to be very deterrent to the members of the evil organization.

But in the eyes of Gin Jiu, who was following from afar, the mistakes the driver made today include but are not limited to the following:

Before arriving at the scene, the peripheral members were not allowed to surround the scene, so that they could kill people and dispose of the corpse as soon as the transaction was completed.

After arriving at the scene, I didn’t see anyone. My first reaction was not to survey the scene, but to stand at the entrance and smoke. In a completely dark scene, not to mention the eye-catching flashlight, the faint light from the cigarette butt is enough for the enemy This locks the position of the head. Z.br>

Not to mention Shuichi Akai's kind of trickery, any qualified sniper can kill vodka in this situation.

Not to mention, he didn't even think about the fact that the trading partner has a heart condition, so he agreed to the trading partner to change the meeting time without even thinking about it.

The dark murderous aura on Gin's body was almost materialized, and he deliberately didn't say a word to remind him, just to see how outrageous the vodka could be.

Ruo Muliang reached out and poked Qin Jiu's shoulder, in exchange for the death stare of the model worker.

"Forget it, senior Gin, it's not easy to train such a smooth driver, calm down!"

After all, Fu Jiang is usually very reliable, but today he was hit by the halo of Jiang Zhi, so we can't blame him!

At this moment, Vodka in the station shook the flashlight in his hand, and suddenly found a check stuck in the locker's gap not far from him.

Vodka stepped forward, took down the check, and looked at the familiar numbers on it.

"This seems to be the amount we paid Taku Itakura?"

He opened the cabinet where the check was stuck, and found a disk in a transparent plastic box, which was firmly fixed to the bottom of the cabinet by tape.

Without thinking, Vodka threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, then took off his gloves, and went straight to buckle the tape.

Gin couldn't bear it any longer, he took out Beretta from his waist, stepped forward and shot Vodka on the back of the head, and asked in a tone so cold that he could freeze to death: "What are you doing?"

Vodka:!

Suddenly stimulated by the cold murderous aura, Vodka seemed to wake up a little from the state of dementia.

"Big brother!"

Vodka lifted the transparent box containing the disk to Gin as if asking for credit, and said tremblingly: "Although Itakura Zhuo seemed to guess that we were going to silence him and didn't show up here, he still obediently put the software Here it comes.

Anyway, that old man's heart is not good, even if we don't do it, he won't live long. "

Gin took the plastic box from Vodka's hand, glared at Vodka coldly, felt the low pressure from his immediate boss, Vodka closed his mouth wisely.

"Do you know why he had to give us the software on a magnetic disk? It was to collect your fingerprints. It is impossible for you to open this kind of box with gloves on.

besides……"

Gin squatted down, picked up the cigarette butt that Vodka had thrown away, and slammed it on Vodka's face.

"Saliva from a cigarette butt can test your blood type."

Gin used a little force to crush the transparent case containing the disk, and found a small tracker fixed with chewing gum from the back of the box.

A cruel smile appeared on Gin's face.

"It seems that this designer has a big heart, and he even wants to follow the clues to find our base."

Vodka:! ! !

Cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead. Under the high pressure of the gin, his mind flashed like a marquee scene of countless peripheral members dying tragically under the gun of the gin, and finally got rid of the sudden grip on his forehead. The halo of descending wisdom.

"Itakura Taku, how dare he!"

"Hmph, it wasn't Takuo Itakura's work." Gin squeezed the small tracker and looked it over, "When the temperature difference is too large, the sympathetic nerves will be stimulated, causing a huge load on the heart.

A person with heart disease ran into a snowy mountain villa alone, heh! "

Gin Jiu bit the glove of his right hand and took it off, pressed his palm against the front of the plastic box to feel it for a moment, and then snorted coldly towards Ruo Muliang.

"When are you going to watch the show and come to work?"

Ruo Muliang: "Come here, come here"

Conan, who was hiding in the dark, heard the familiar voice, performed a cardiac arrest on the spot, then instinctively took off the tracking glasses on his face, and then quietly destroyed the corpse.

Why does Sangria also come along? !

Didn't Huiyuan say that the entire organization currently has no more than 10 code-named members in Neon?

What kind of software requires such a big fanfare to dispatch three code members? ! ! !Destroy the world dedicated software?

Conan's heart was beating wildly, and before Sangria started tracking, he quietly threw the remains of the tracking glasses into an inconspicuous corner.

"Although the fingerprints on this box have been wiped off, there is still a little warmth on it. It seems that the bold little mouse is still staying nearby."

Vodka immediately took out his pistol knowingly, and loaded it in a second.

Conan:! ! !

It's over, this game of kings!

Ruo Muliang pinched the tracker produced by Dr. A Li, pretended to take out his mobile phone and started anti-tracking, but in fact all the attention was on the rows of gin and vodka who were searching.

The cabinet name scene, how can I not watch it.

Hey, by the way, if you secretly send the photos of Conan in the cabinet and the gin outside the cabinet to Belmode later, will Miss Bei have a heart attack on the spot?

Especially thinking that because she was too busy playing games with the FBI, she left the task of matching Itakura Zhuo to Gin Jiu, which made her godson almost have a close relationship with Gin Jiu.

Hi, this is another big wave of income.

Do it when you think of it.

Ruo Muliang glanced at the gin at his side, and secretly took out the little cute spider robot from his backpack—since he knew that today was for a play, he was naturally well prepared.

Conan listened to the approaching footsteps of gin and vodka, cold sweat kept pouring out of his head, and he kept thinking: What should I do? What should I do?

This old-fashioned station has only one exit, and the location of the exit is blocked by gin.There was vodka standing at another intersection where you could escape into the depths of the station. Two people held guns and approached the last row of lockers, one left and one right.

Vodka looked at the gap between the last row of cabinets, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Hey, no matter how cunning this mouse is, it's impossible to escape."

Thinking that it was because of this mouse that he almost got shot by gin.Vodka immediately became angry from the heart, and the evil turned to the gall, and the hundred ways to die of the mouse had already rolled through his mind.

Ruo Muliang let the little spider follow Gin Jiu step by step, while he stood far away at the entrance of the station.

Just kidding, this kind of plot where the protagonist is forced into a dead end, if Qin Jiu didn't have a sudden brain twitch and insisted on opening every cabinet to take a look, I would like to know how the will of the world will use it to get his son out of danger- 80 frantically backstabbed him to divert Gin's attention.

He doesn't want to be this kind of tool man who saves Conan from fire and water.

Gin glanced at Vodka, and had already doubled Vodka's training plan for the next year tenfold in his mind.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Master Qin raised his gun, and appeared in front of the last row of lockers in a flash, with a rare look of astonishment on his murderous face.

No one?

"Sangria, tracking results?"

Ruo Muliang approached here slowly, stopped at a distance of about ten meters from Gin, and stretched out his hand to show a pile of glasses wreckage in his hand - of course, before showing Gin, he helped to remove these The wreckage became even more shattered. At least now, no one can tell what the pile of black, white and white powder was before he was alive.

"it's here."

Gin:  …

"Tsk, it seems that the little mouse is quite clever and runs very fast!"

He opened a few cabinets and took a quick look. When he just reached the cabinet where Conan was hiding, due to the will of some kind of great world, Gin's hand stopped and did not fully open the door of the cabinet. .

Otherwise, our Mr. Model Worker might get a classmate Conan who was so frightened that he was about to pass by.

However, Ruo Muliang's little spider had quietly taken the desired photo, and crawled back to his feet with a deep reputation.