Conan: I can see keywords

Because Lingchuan often shows this expression when facing the silver-haired man.

Having already calmed down, he walked silently to the bedside. He wanted to be the first one to appear in front of Lingchuan when he woke up!

Then, complain harshly!

He wanted to tell Lingchuan that the silver-haired man could not be trusted and was a liar!

At this time, Qin Liar Jiu was standing on the hillside of a mountain. Behind him was an auto repair shop built in the middle of the mountain.

Vodka was busy with the materials, and when he finally asked the staff, he got a shake of head in response.

Seeing this, Vodka felt like the sky was falling!

"Big brother..."

It’s been three days, it’s been three days!

Who planted the bomb in Big Brother’s car?

Gin’s face has been dark for three days because he couldn’t repair the Porsche!

Without Vodka saying anything, Gin had already guessed the answer from his cautious state.

He threw the cigarette butt in his mouth and crushed it, as if it was Lingchuan who planted the bomb.

Gin snorted as he paused, "Where is Vermouth imprisoned."

"In the base in Beika Town." Vodka wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. "She hasn't shown any abnormal behavior in the past few days."

"Walk."

-

"Whoo~"

"call--"

Why is it so foggy in front of me?

"you're awake."

Ok?

How come Conan's voice appears here?

Lingchuan's eyes were confused for a moment, then he regained consciousness and remembered the scene before he fell into a coma, and that scene instantly connected everything that had happened before.

Thinking back to Conan's voice appearing here, he immediately understood his situation.

"How long have I slept?"

The unexpectedly hoarse voice is quite attractive.

Lingchuan thought, thinking about Hongshu, "How long have you been here?"

"You've been in a coma for three days, and I only found out you were in this hospital today."

"Are you looking for him?"

Conan pushed out Hiroki, who looked unhappy.

Lingchuan was relieved to see that Hiroki was safe and sound. It was true that he was worried about Hiroki, but it was also true that he wanted to give up.

When all the technological items provided by the notebook are used up, the future development of playing cards cannot be done without the ten-year-old genius Hiroki.

Fortunately, everyone is fine.

"You care about him a lot." Conan was joking, but Lingchuan heard the temptation in his words.

Although he had just been in a coma for three days because of his "detective" ability, Lingchuan had to use it again when facing Conan.

"Yeah," after carefully analyzing the current situation, Hiroki's expression was very frank, without panic or worry, which proved that Conan did not doubt Hiroki's identity.

After reaching this conclusion, Lingchuan felt relieved.

In this way, it is not difficult to guess what method Hiroki used to deal with Conan.

Conan's current test is just the final confirmation.

"After all, I promised his father that I would take good care of him."

"Besides, we all have the same goal. One less person means one less strength."

Conan, who mistakenly thought Lingchuan was talking about the power to deal with 'Poker', couldn't help but change his expression, "He's still a child!"

"Involving him, are you..."

"But he is already in the vortex," Lingchuan shook his head, "I know what you want to say, don't worry, I won't do such a thing, I'm talking about his father."

"That person is very important."

"If something happens to this child, it will be troublesome."

Conan dropped his hands helplessly. It's not that he couldn't figure out the relationship. He just questioned Lingchuan because he couldn't help but vent his anger.

"Why don't you contact me?"

Lingchuan has been missing for so long, there should have been a chance to contact him, right?

Is it distrust?

still is……

Any secret?

Conan thought he was very familiar with Lingchuan, and felt sad that Lingchuan did not contact him when he encountered such a big thing.

Ling Chuan shook his head and said, "If you meet those people, I don't think you will contact me for help, right?"

"That's different, those guys..." Conan retorted subconsciously, but stopped halfway.

Conan looked at Lingchuan with a look that said, "Look, you're the same." He smiled helplessly, "You guy..."

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

I don't know if it's because of the protagonist's "intuition", but Conan is particularly concerned about Lingchuan's disappearance in the past few days. He always has the illusion that if he were there, everything would be revealed.

But he also understood that this "intuition" was just his own imagination.

Maybe it’s because I care too much about Lingchuan?

It's not like Poker and those guys are in the same organization.

Lingchuan didn't contact him simply because he didn't want to involve more people.

He was anxious.

Conan sighed and took out an invitation. "Since you are bedridden, I won't argue with you. Here."

"Just take it as a way to relax."

Lingchuan looked at the invitation in his hand with some surprise, "Sherlock Holmes Fan Travel Agency?"

"Yeah, I was planning to go by myself, but seeing how you look now... it's better to go out and hide for a while."

"I heard the location is on a certain mountain, and the travel time is different every year."

"It's good to take a rest during this period."

Chapter 102: Imprisoned Vermouth; Follow-up

Lingchuan looked at the invitation letter in his hand, thought about it and agreed.

Firstly, he has been quite active recently, and there are still follow-up issues that he needs to deal with.

Secondly, it was rare for Conan to take the initiative to invite him to do something. Putting aside Conan's previous requests, this trip seemed to be the first time Lingchuan got actual "benefits" from Conan.

Moreover, a travel agency that Conan values, or something that Conan is thinking about, should be the main line, right?

Conan smiled when he heard Lingchuan agree.

He stayed in the ward for a while and left in the evening.

As soon as Conan left, Hiroshu immediately came up to him and complained.

It was nothing more than Gin breaking his word and blowing up the coffee shop, and Lingchuan wasn't angry when he heard that.

He calmed Hiroki's emotions and analyzed everything for him one by one.

In fact, even if Gin didn't blow up the coffee shop that day, Lingchuan would have done it himself, but Gin got there first.

In Hiroki's opinion, this action almost killed them, but Lingchuan didn't think so.

The events of that day involved too many things. Starting from the Mihua Expressway, there were traces of their fight on Upper and Lower Mihua and even on the edge of East Mihua.

With such a large area, they finally gathered in front of Agasa's house, making them an obvious target.

So it is better to go all out and set fire to everything.

The right choice is to make the police unable to sort out the clues.

"Then we were bombed for nothing?" Hiroki pouted.

Lingchuan smiled and shook his head, "How could that be?"

"I'll tell you a secret. I also installed a bomb on Gin's car~"

Hiroki's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is he dead?"

"Who knows." Lingchuan shrugged, "But I think that guy should not be able to die."

-

"How long are you going to keep me imprisoned?"

Speaking of imprisonment, Vermouth, who was wearing a deep V-neck dark red slit dress, shook her wine glass and leaned lazily on the sofa, "Gin, shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Opposite her, Gin, who had been silent all the time, looked down at his phone.

Hearing this, he still did not react.

It was not until Rum sent a text message that Gin raised his dignified head and said, "I want a copy of the recording from that day."

Vermouth tightened her fingers around the wine glass, "What recording?"

Gin sneered and stared at Vermouth's face with sharp eyes, "It seems that you need to calm down for a while."