The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 279 The Deaths of Gin, Vodka, Cohen, and Chianti (10,000 words, please vote)

Remove all the impossible factors, and what remains, however unwilling you may be to believe it, is the truth! —Detective Conan
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Conan arrived about thirteen minutes earlier than Kogoro Mouri.

As Kogoro Mouri pushed open the glass doors and entered the lobby on the first floor, and as Vodka and the others flew directly towards Kyoto Tower in that armed helicopter, he had already arrived at the 33rd floor that Gin had mentioned.

However, the person who stepped out of that sightseeing elevator was a high school student.

Although Haibara had warned him that taking the antidote multiple times in a short period of time could cause its effects to wear off too quickly—the cases that occurred at the school festival and at the Beika Central Building have proven her right.

In the final moments of the case, in order to tell Xiaolan about the promise he made, he took two antidotes in succession.

But in reality, the effects of the second antidote only lasted for about an hour.

"Kudo, you can no longer use this antidote until I find a new vulnerability in your immune system that it hasn't yet discovered."

"Otherwise, you may never be able to change back."

Ai Haibara was definitely not joking with Conan.

Professor Agasa has repeatedly emphasized how dangerous the consequences would be if Conan Edogawa lost the possibility of turning back into Shinichi Kudo.

but--

"I'm sorry, Haibara..."

Now, in order to ensure that he doesn't run into any problems before rescuing Ran, Conan has taken all the antidote he has.

Conan Edogawa will appear as Shinichi Kudo.

In fact, to take advantage of the approaching night, he even borrowed a black sports jacket on his way to Kyoto Tower.

However, Conan's expression remained serious as the elevator ascended.

Because while he was checking his equipment, he discovered something—his detective watch was still with Professor Agasa.

Although devices such as power boots, soccer belts, and detective glasses are still available.

But the key is actually the auxiliary support from the built-in computer in the watch. Without the detective watch, the automatic defense and drone functions of the super skateboard are essentially rendered useless.

"Fortunately, my skills have returned."

To be honest, Conan has more faith in his own skills than in the professor's high-tech equipment.

After all, the drone on the skateboard was blown away by the strong winds on that tower back then...

Conan shook his head sharply. "That tower?"
It seems like some sealed memories in my mind are trying to break free.

The universe is making a final, desperate struggle.

It attempts to use the connection between Shinichi Kudo and the Shinichi Kudo hanging upside down on that tower to tell him the "truth".

After all, if all of this happened again...

The result is self-evident.

Fortunately, Lin Sheng wouldn't give it that chance; he held the "truths" that had broken away from the top of the tower and were heading towards Shinichi Kudo in his hands.

Then, place it on the bottom floor of the Star Viewing Tower, closest to Ran Mouri.

The two saints who were temporarily trapped in the tower had already made their plans.

Unlike that stubborn blue-feathered bird, all of this is actually part of a plan.

—This truth has already found its rightful place.

Then, another truth immediately jumped into Conan's mind.

"Fortunately, given today's wind speed, the size of the anesthetic needles and pulley drones is not very useful on the high-altitude terrace, which is several hundred meters above the ground."

Conan calmed himself down.

After all, with his current skills, if he were to use shoes that enhance his leg strength...

When facing potentially armed and vicious criminals, "artillery shells" are clearly much more useful than "anesthetic needles".

Conan even had a strange confidence that even now, facing that meteorite that was about to hit the Earth, he could probably shatter it with a full-force shot.

The sudden, comical thought that popped into the detective's mind made him chuckle, and his tense mood eased somewhat.

"I won't let you die, Xiaolan..."

Conan skillfully disassembled the skateboard and reassembled it into the shape of a bulletproof shield.

Then, he gripped the two handles that had transformed from axles with one hand, placed the other hand on the button on the soccer belt, tried to hide his body behind the elevator door, and adjusted his center of gravity to assume a charging posture.

The elevator made a soft "ding" as the doors opened—

He took the shield, crouched down, and charged forward with a sudden burst of speed.

But just as he was about to press the button and release the "spherical projectile" made of special materials by Professor Agasa, Conan suddenly froze.

There was nothing in front of me.

The corridors, passageways, and the lobby not far away were all empty.

Conan originally thought that what would appear in front of him would be countless criminals dressed in black and fully armed.

Members of organizations with names like Gin, whose names include alcohol, will appear at the far end of the corridor. They will have sinister smiles on their faces and will command their subordinates to rush towards him like a horde of zombies. Xiaolan will also be at the end of the corridor, on the terrace behind that door.

What he had to do was to crush all the enemies in the entire corridor with a single shot.

After all, that's exactly what Hattori Heiji said on the phone—

The Black Organization raided all of London and beyond in one night, seizing everything that might be a sign.

An incredible thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be that Gin was telling the truth, and that he was really waiting for him alone on the terrace at the top of the tower?
This sounds a bit absurd.

But he quickly found a more reasonable explanation.

In Conan's view, it was clear that the organization had only investigated through the school as a clue, and had only found his connection with Shinichi Kudo.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why Gin chose to kidnap Ran Mouri, who was more difficult to kidnap and who was even located in the Metropolitan Police Department at the time, instead of "Whitebeard" and "Little Girl," who were located at Professor Agasa's house and were very lacking in combat skills.

"Moreover, the watch and hands are in my hands, they don't know the exact location, and they also can't be sure if I have other countermeasures—such as GSSRA."

Since both sides now have something the other wants, this is clearly the basis for negotiations—and also a guarantee of Xiaolan's safety.

"In other words, as long as I can ensure my own safety, Xiaolan will definitely be fine."

These analyses and reasonings made Shinichi Kudo increasingly calm.

He walked step by step through the quiet, deserted corridor on the top floor of the East Tower, toward the door at the end of the corridor—the door to the rooftop.

The bright white light overhead seemed devoid of any human presence. Conan even felt that it wasn't the light from the corridor shining through the half-open door, but rather the darkness behind the door illuminating the corridor.

That half-open darkness was like a quietly agape mouth, waiting for someone to walk in and be swallowed up.

Looking at the sign on the door in the distance, Conan held his breath and slowly approached the rooftop door.

Moreover, his gaze never left the dark figure peeking through the crack in the door.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the night was too dark outside, or perhaps because Gin had anticipated that Conan would use the darkness to conduct reconnaissance, Conan did not find Ran.

On the contrary—

He saw a rectangular, box-like dark shape that seemed to be placed in the center of the terrace.

"What is that? A mechanism? A trap?"

Conan had already reached the door. He blinked hard, trying to let more of the dim light from outside into his pupils, but he still couldn't see clearly.

He crouched down, put the skateboard back together, and then activated [Charge Mode]—this would be a simple trap.

Conan doesn't plan to bring any equipment to meet Gin, as that would make the other side more wary.

He had already thought it through; he wanted to portray himself as a "high school student" who didn't call the police, was arrogant enough to solve the problem on his own, and rushed over in a panic because he was worried about his family.

In this way, whether it's the trap that was just set or the support from Hattori Heiji later, it might bring a valuable turning point to the situation.

He took one last deep breath and then pushed open the door.

The rooftop was completely empty. When Conan turned his head to look to the left, he saw a figure standing in the wind.

Gin.

He was still wearing that classic black trench coat, and if it weren't for his long silver hair, he would have blended almost into the night.

Then the next second——

Gin fired three shots in quick succession.

"boom!"

Sparks flew and gunshots rang out.

"Ugh!" Amid Ran Mouri's violent struggle and trembling pupils, Shinichi Kudo took a step back, slammed his left foot against the door, and leaped into the air, nimbly dodging the first bullet that was heading straight for his face.

Immediately afterwards, with swift movements, he was about to unleash that sky-piercing kick in mid-air—

"Bang! Bang!"

The next two bullets grazed his waist and ankle, respectively.

The scattered metal fragments in the air foreshadowed that the "should have been broken" power boots and soccer belt had been hit precisely.

Gin had been waiting for almost two hours for the gunshots that were destined to hit their target.

……

An hour and a half ago.

Standing on the platform at the very edge of the tower, Gin watched as Vermouth tied her Angel up, circle by circle.

The cold wind blowing through those steel and glass structures "coolly" lifted Gin's trench coat, causing a strand of long hair under the brim of his hat to sway with the corner of the coat.

Behind him was the deep night sky, and in front of him was the lonely metal door on the rooftop.

Just as Gin should do, he coldly pulled out his Beretta M92F, aimed it at the door, and a cold glint flashed in his gray-green eyes, carrying that chilling killing intent characteristic of Gin.

To be honest, he was incredibly handsome at that moment.

Until the words that came out of his mouth—

That sentence completely shattered the cold, solemn, and fateful atmosphere of the duel.

"I look like a typical villain right now."

To be honest, as the time of that end draws ever closer, Gin's focus seems to be getting increasingly strange.

He glanced at Ran Mouri, who was fast asleep beside him.

"Maybe I should have been harder, or let Vodka do it, he's stronger than me."

Gin was talking about how he hit Conan with a stick at Tropical Land back then.

He now only regrets that he didn't use enough force when he swung the baton.

Vermouth shrugged, indicating noncommittally, "Then what's here now might just be vodka."

yes……

Gin sighed inwardly. Now, standing here was Vodka.

Do you think I can hit those two pieces of equipment?

This was the first time Gin had ever lacked confidence in his shooting skills.

He even felt a little nervous, but he was certain the detective was far more nervous than he was.

Vermouth replied, "If Ireland dies as planned, you'll definitely hit the bullseye."

"What if he hadn't died?"

“There is no possibility of that, but—” Vermouth paused, “if it does happen, you’d better pray that the universe ‘blesses’ the case and that the detective imagines you to be a bit stronger.”

"After all, you definitely can't beat [Shinichi Kudo]."

This is perhaps the biggest difference between everyone in the Black Organization and those in the "original story".

They now have unwavering faith in the detective's power and invincibility.

To be honest, Gin had imagined that scene before he heard that obvious explosion signal not far away.

He imagines himself as a normal villain, defeated in a fight with the detective, questioned about the "truth" behind everything, and then Vodka and his crew would arrive in a helicopter and set up machine guns at him as he was about to "sabotage the plan."

And then……

And then there’s…

It was during his deathbed that he "suddenly realized his mistake" and revealed the truth he needed to know to Shinichi Kudo, urging him not to give up.

In addition, in order to save Ran and avert danger, Conan had to shoot down the armed helicopter where Vodka and the others were located.

This is the C-Series plan.

Whenever Gin thinks of it, a feeling of absurdity and irony rises within him.

This feels so familiar, doesn't it?
Aside from the deceased being changed from "Ireland" to "Gin," what's the difference between this and what was originally called "plot"?!

Vermouth left, and now he was all alone on the rooftop.

Gin glanced at Ran Mouri, who was about to wake up, and muttered to himself, "I'm not Ireland..."

"Moreover, if Vodka were to kill his elder brother with his own hands—"

Gin smiled nonchalantly, recalling Furtega's concern for him before his departure.

"That guy might give up his chance to survive."

Therefore, in order to ensure that he could fire the first shot.

Before Shinichi Kudo appeared at the door, Gin kept his gun pointed at the door.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after a clear explosion was heard in the distance.

after all--

The prerequisites for hitting those two pieces of equipment have been met.

……

Just like now, watching [Shinichi Kudo] immediately run towards the central raised platform, trying to avoid him firing another shot.

—To be honest, Gin's feelings were somewhat complicated.

He knew in his heart that even if he pointed a gun at the high school student's head and shot him, it would be useless.

In fact, he didn't intend to release the trigger at the time.

He was just venting his anger on that high school student, trying to unleash all his pent-up frustration.

But only three shots were fired before the trigger jammed.

And what about bullets?

It's as if it has eyes; it hits exactly where it "should" hit.

But Conan believes that he dodged the moment he saw Gin's wrist move.

Moreover, he narrowly avoided those three bullets.

Conan hid behind the raised platform, glanced down at the two pieces of equipment that were completely broken, and realized that he was covered in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for the football belt that happened to block a shot for him, he would have been hit by the bullet by now!
Conan originally planned to try to subdue Gin through negotiation, but it seems that the other side has the same idea.

Damn it, if I just hid behind that treasure chest, I wouldn't be able to—

and many more?

A treasure chest?!
Conan finally saw clearly what the obstacle he had just observed through the crack in the door was.

It was a large and heavy treasure chest, a wooden box with a bronze frame.

Conan even felt that his back, which was leaning against it, was a little damp.

He knew it was cold sweat from his earlier fright.

But the rust marks on the outer frame, and the traces left by seaweed or other marine life in the holes in the wooden planks, made him feel as if the seawater attached to this treasure chest, which had just been salvaged from the seabed, had soaked his clothes.

Yes—Conan is pretty sure it's a treasure chest.

Perhaps this section should include a discussion of about 10,000 words about movies, games, or scripts, exploring the importance of inserting a large and thick treasure chest into intense action films, crime dramas, detective games, or detective scripts.

But more importantly, it's about the philosophical implications of such a somewhat absurd fact—it's definitely a paper worthy of being on the cover of a possible Philosophy magazine.

Of course, every syllable, paragraph, and question discussed, as well as the word count, conclusions, and title of the final summary, must be related to the number "3".

My goodness, I must say these questions are absolutely philosophical.

such as--

Why was it deliberately retrieved from the depths of the sea and placed on the terrace in the air of the tower?

Why use a box full of pointers as cover?
Why the box was placed in the middle of the terrace—well, that doesn't seem important.

In short, the outline of this seemingly easy-to-discover problem, which actually took the Narrative Department centuries to figure out, popped into Conan's mind.

Why would a treasure chest appear here?
Of course, the current Shinichi Kudo wouldn't realize that this is an extremely, extremely, extremely important and profound question.

He just realized that he had to make Gin hesitate to act immediately—he had just confirmed that Gin was indeed the only one on the terrace.

Conan took the black watch out of his pocket and tried to lift the watch chain so that the watch could stand upright and "peek out" from behind the treasure chest.

"Gin, if you don't want me to throw things downstairs, throw the gun over first."

To be honest, Conan had no idea whether Gin would do as he was told.

He even felt that his own threats sounded weak and ineffective.

Conan reached out and tested the "treasure chest" in front of him. It was much heavier than he had imagined, and he couldn't possibly push it or use it to conjure any weapons.

As for escaping...

Conan, with his adult body, is confident he can avoid Gin's gunshot, but what about Ran?

He tried to continue putting some pressure on Gin.

"Furthermore, I have already set up remote email on my computer. As long as you kill me, all messages from your organization will appear in the communication mailboxes of various government agencies tomorrow."

If Gin chooses to approach slowly, perhaps I still have a chance. As long as I find the right moment to press the button, that skateboard will—

But Gin's next move made him suddenly rush out from behind the box.

He ripped the tape off Ran Mouri's mouth and fired a shot into the sky the moment she uttered her first cry.

"Don't hurt Xiaolan!"

—What a shout full of concern and care for Ran Mouri!

It was far more "loud" than his concern for giving Vodka and the others a chance to survive.

Gin was quite certain that the scene looked like the set of some kind of melodrama.

"I'm practically a classic villain," he thought.

Conan is still trying to continue the negotiations he just had with Gin.

"Gin, if you kill Ran, you'll get nothing..."

But now an extremely awkward and strange feeling was rising in his heart.

Conan felt that the current situation was like several different plots mixed together.

What followed was even more absurd than the treasure chest appearing on the terrace. "[Shinichi Kudo], open that chest. I'll give you ten minutes to find the fourth pointer."

Conan heard Gin state his first request.

"Treasure chest? Pointer?"

All of this confused Conan.

What confused him even more was the second absurd thing.

If you're asking what that is—

That gun in Gin's hand was actually pointed directly at his own head.

"Shinichi Kudo, open that box. I'll give you ten minutes to find the fourth pointer."

Gin repeated the line he was supposed to say in the plan.

"Do as I say right now," he said, his tone growing increasingly impatient, "or I'll kill myself, taking your girlfriend with me."

Why would Gin point a gun at himself?

The distance between the treasure chest issue and this issue is like the difference between the RSI values ​​of [Koizumi Akako] and [Edogawa Conan].

Shinichi Kudo tries to deduce the logic behind Gin's actions.

Is someone threatening him?

Has something happened within the Black Organization?

He had to do this for some reason, or even to demonstrate his determination.
Conan had imagined many different scenarios of what it would be like to face Gin.

But now he felt as if Gin was the one who had been cornered by him.

But seeing Gin grab the chair that was binding Ran and about to jump off the East Tower, Conan had no choice but to put all his thoughts aside for the time being.

From the moment he stepped through the rooftop gate, it seemed as if he had almost no extra time to ponder the answers to these questions.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Conan walked up to the treasure chest and looked at the mechanical lock that didn't fit the ancient treasure chest at all.

"What's the password?" he asked Gin.

“You have five minutes.” Gin completely ignored his question.

So Conan pressed the first set of numbers that came to mind.

"4869".

The latch opened immediately.

This sense of absurdity and disbelief reached its peak when Conan opened the box.

Inside the lid of the wooden box was a mini speaker, which even said something when Conan opened it—

"congratulations!"

What he found even more incredible was the content itself.

The box was filled with countless jeweled pointers, like cheap embroidery needles.

Several thousand?
Tens of thousands?
Or even more?
It's as if all the gem pointers of that shape that could be found on Earth since the birth of the universe are contained in the box in front of you.

At that moment, Conan even felt that if Gin's mission was to find the "fourth pointer," he could completely understand why he would point that gun at him.

"You have three minutes left, [Shinichi Kudo]."

Gin's cold words brought Conan back to his senses, and he realized that it was completely impossible to find the real pointer among so many treasure chests.

Then Conan noticed a flash of green light in the lenses of his glasses.

—Kogoro Mouri has arrived.

What delighted him even more was that red and green warning lights were already flashing in the distant night sky.

The sound of helicopter rotor blades cutting through the air reached Gin, Ran Mouri, and Shinichi Kudo's ears with perfect clarity.

……

Gin stood still, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.

Conan, on the other hand, tries to stall for time as much as possible.

As he looked down to find the pointer, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Kogoro Mouri, who was hiding behind the door, holding a pistol and gesturing to him. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, indicating that now was not the right time.

"You have thirty-three seconds left."

Conan didn't ponder why Gin's countdown was at the 33rd second instead of the 30th. In those short ten minutes, he felt he already had an endless stream of questions to solve.

He already had an idea: if he could capture Gin, all these problems could be solved.

Conan selected a jewel pointer that appeared to be lake blue, held it carefully, and then showed it to Gin.

"I've found the fourth pointer, this is it."

Gin breathed a sigh of relief, just as Conan had expected, and pointed the gun at him again.

Seeing Gin point the gun at him, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Put it in, then give it to me."

Shinichi Kudo felt that the "initiative" in the current situation had finally returned to his hands and was becoming familiar.

He slowly walked towards Gin.

At the same time, he held the watch in his palm, making it look like the watch cover was difficult to open.

However, perhaps because he felt confident of victory, or because he was worried that Conan would throw the watch along with its hands before he died.

He didn't do anything else; in fact, as Conan almost reached the barrel of his gun, Gin had to take a step back.

"Don't try anything funny, just put the pointer on and give it to me."

"it is good."

Conan crouched down, placed the watch on the ground, and pretended to pry open the watch cover with difficulty. Then, under Gin's watchful gaze, he carefully placed the watch hand into the empty space of the fourth hand.

To Conan's surprise, the pointer seemed to actually be installed.

This seems too simple.

How could it be so simple? How could it be so simple?
Of course, Conan won't verify whether the pointer is real or not right now.

He simply closed the watch case and then made a gesture as if to hand it over—the last few seconds are when he is most relaxed.

He suddenly threw the watch at Gin, then lunged at the chair where Ran was tied up, grabbing the corner of the chair tightly.

"shot!"

Conan's shout was like the prelude to the final chapter—

Kogoro Mouri, Gin, and the armed helicopter that pretended to bypass the East Tower opened fire simultaneously.

Perhaps it was Ran Mouri's luck that no one was injured in the first second.

Then came the fourth absurd, coincidental, lucky, and incredible event, which occurred four seconds after the fourth pointer was set.

Gin's bullet hit the rope tied to the chair, the machine gun fire from the helicopter made Ran Mori instinctively fall to the side, Kogoro Mori's bullet hit Gin's arm, and the hand on the hit arm loosened its grip on the gun, while the other hand grabbed the black watch face flying into the air...

If you didn't witness it with your own eyes, no one would believe that so much could happen in just one second.

"Da da da da..."

Vodka perfectly demonstrated what "outline shooting" means.

Conan then pulled Ran Mouri towards the balcony, towards the side closest to Gin.

Whether it's preventing Gin from picking up the gun again or trying to use Gin as a "hostage" to avoid machine gun fire, it's all necessary.

Conan has already clearly seen who is sitting in the driver's seat—it's Vodka.

"Shinichi Kudo, our men have arrived."

The helicopter almost used the terrace as a helipad to land.

Gin, having grabbed the watch, scrambled to his feet. Just as Kogoro Mori charged towards him on his skateboard, Gin sneered and tossed the watch towards Kogoro, who had already opened the hatch and was trying to catch it.

Maori Ran.

This girl could only witness Shinichi and her father coming to save her, and witness Gin pulling the trigger.

This is a girl who can only witness everything that happens before her eyes, but cannot change anything.

In that short period of time, she had already cried all her tears.

Ran Mouri has had enough of being able to only "watch".

She felt that if a God truly existed, He must be a demon.

As long as she is able to move, Shinichi always encounters cases where he is separated from her.

When Shinichi needed her help with force and protection, she was tied tightly to a chair and couldn't move at all.

Even at the very moment Gin fired the gun, Ran had a hallucination—a hallucination that this terrible thing would continue in a loop forever.

That courage that burst forth from despair gave Ran Mouri astonishing speed as she broke free of the ropes binding her.

She had already realized the importance of the watch during Shinichi's conversation with the criminal who kidnapped her.

Ran Mouri then leaped towards the watch in mid-air.

She grabbed it, and with her other hand she grabbed the cargo hook on the belly of the helicopter.

"Follow Shinichi!"

She threw the watch in Shinichi's direction, then used both hands to flip into the cabin with the agility and flexibility of a gymnast.

In the last second before climbing into the cabin, Ran Mouri took one last look at Shinichi.

"Take care, Shinichi."

Just as mere steel cannot defeat a well-trained body, Ran Mouri will attempt to destroy this "iron bird" to protect Shinichi.

What she had to do was to swiftly and decisively knock down Cohen and Chianti, who were trying to raise their guns.

Then--

Conan saw the tail of the helicopter sway and brush against the iron frame of the tower that stretched upwards, and then tilt towards the sky.

Destroying a helicopter with her own body was a bit too much for Ran Mouri; in the ensuing struggle between herself and Vodka in the cockpit, she chose to let it crash.

"Ran!" Conan and Kogoro Mouri called out at the same time.

Now, Kogoro Mouri's mind was completely calm—

"Kudo boy! I'm leaving this place to you!"

He stepped on the skateboard to make it lift up, and then ran towards the edge of the terrace, skillfully transforming the skateboard in his hand into the shape of a hang glider.

Then, he grabbed the elastic rope tied to the chair leg and jumped in the direction the helicopter was veering.

The skateboard suddenly lurched down—Kogoro was too heavy.

"Xiao Lan!" he shouted towards the helicopter, which was clearly out of control, "Jump this way!"

So the girl, like a caged bird, leaped out of the cage that had become a gateway to hell, towards her father's direction.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Caught it!
"Dad!" Ran Mouri's voice was filled with the joy of escaping death.

"Don't say so much, Xiaolan."

Kogoro Mouri gestured for Ran to hold onto the two gliding poles.

"Don't let go! We're both too heavy. This hang glider was originally designed for Conan."

Ran has realized what Kogoro Mouri is up to.

"do not want!"

Kogoro Mouri looked at the elastic rope wrapped three times around his arm, then let go, and swung the rope toward the safety net not far away.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Then, Kogoro Mouri experienced a long-awaited "coma," or rather, [Kogoro Mouri] experienced a long-awaited coma.

—Being in a coma can resolve most injury problems.

……

On the terrace where only the two of them remained, Gin had already been knocked to the ground by Conan.

Having been shot, he was no match for Conan, especially since Conan was now pointing his gun at him.

For Conan, all of this happened too fast.

It only took about ten seconds—

Uncle Mori and Ran disappeared on the terrace along with the crashed helicopter.

All of this was because of a watch, because of the Black Organization, because of... the so-called truth.

A few seconds later, a huge explosion came from the ground, and the entire Kyoto Tower seemed to shake.

Conan didn't know if Uncle Mori had succeeded, and for the first time, he didn't dare to use data, logic, and reason to "deduce" a result.

Accompanied by a terrifying assumption, a genuine sense of despair washed over Conan.

Gin saw Shinichi Kudo put his finger on the trigger, saw him aim the crosshair at him, and then repeatedly turn the safety on and off the gun...

For the first time, a genuine murderous intent surfaced in the eyes of this high school detective who thought he had lost everything.

"Ah--"

Gin let out a disdainful laugh.

Then Conan struck him hard in the face, and a burning hatred flashed in the detective's eyes.

But Gin made himself laugh even louder.

"Heh—hahahahaha."

His voice was initially low, but then grew louder in the cool night breeze, revealing an infinite sense of sorrow.

Gin knew that Vodka and the others were doomed.

He was even quite certain that Ran Mouri and that bumbling detective were still alive.

"Ha, so that's what it all came about..."

The bleeding on his arm had stopped; Kogoro Mouri hadn't hit a vital spot, but Gin felt as if he had lost too much blood and was starting to feel dizzy.

Even the solid concrete ground beneath him felt soft, a cold softness.

It's like the waves of the ocean.

There wasn't a full moon overhead today, but Gin could faintly hear the sound of waves. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the treasure chests that had been shattered by Vodka's gunshot.

The gem pointers inside were scattered all over the ground, and the fragments looked like moonlight reflecting off the waves.

He was in that boundless black ocean, trying to swim towards the "reef area" where he could find a place to stand.

Gin felt that the time on Moonshadow Island was really wonderful—how could he have been so focused on boring organization missions in the past?

Ah, so that's why—it's because of [Shinichi Kudo].

"Ha, [Edogawa Conan], are you going to kill me?"

Gin looked at Conan, whose eyes were filled with sadness and anger. The sadness and anger in his heart were many times greater than those of the damned Shinichi Kudo and the damned Conan Edogawa.

But at this moment, he could not reveal even a trace of it.

He mocked the detective, trying to derive some pleasure from his suffering.

"I killed Kogoro Mouri, and that Ran Mouri too—"

Gin's voice was interrupted.

"I won't kill you."

The pain intensified in the eyes of Conan Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo, but Conan put down his gun.

"I won't kill you."

He repeated what he had just said.

“I will hand you over to the law for judgment, and I will make you tell everything about the hands, about this watch—”

Conan was speaking when he suddenly stopped.

He had an urge to throw the watch out of the building, out of the tower, and let it smash to pieces.

But he will not let those sacrifices go to waste.

He stared intently into Gin's eyes, a certain determination surging within them.

“I will utterly destroy your organization, capture every single one of them, I…”

Conan made a "promise" to the criminal in front of him, or rather, only this "promise" could stop him from shooting.

Gin smiled.

"A righteous detective?"

He coughed violently, then reached out with his sleeve and wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with his arm.

"Unfortunately, you can't do it, [Shinichi Kudo]."

Gin's words made Conan suddenly look up.

He saw the disheveled man with long, silver hair, who looked extremely weak from the shooting, smile at him.

"I've already taken care of the organization, and all that's left is one more person."

Just one more person is needed...

Only one person is missing?!
Conan froze for a second, and his pupils almost shrank to the point of being invisible the next second.

"Gin, what do you mean by 'just one more person'?!"

However, just as Conan rushed towards Gin, trying to ask him what that sentence meant—

Gin bit the cufflink containing cyanide and then gave him an extremely complicated expression.

This man, whose death was irreversible due to cyanide poisoning, left only one sentence for Shinichi Kudo:

"Look at you, Shinichi Kudo, this is really ridiculous."

PS: Details about the fourth pointer will be updated in the work-related section later. Also, since some readers on QRead said they couldn't see it there, it will be reposted at the end after the first volume ends.

Equipment Name: Fearless Courage

Equipment Category: Accessories (Pointer)

Equipment effects: See details in the game.
Equipment requirements: See details in the game.
Usage environment: See details in the work.
"Fearless courage pierces the darkness; the mortal black-clad warrior guards the light."

——CYZ Alliance Concept Armament Manufacturing Plant
(End of this chapter)