The strange thief in the heart! But Conan

Chapter 96 Gin: Waste, whole horse tram waste (additional to kaitosama 1/3)

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 96 Gin: Waste, whole horse tram waste (additional to kaitosama 13)

"Brother..." Gin's bad mood was completely received, and the voice became a little smaller. "Will you kill him as agreed with Kummel?"

"Wait for the best of your arrangements." Gin said unsalt and unhappy.

Although Shigehiko Shige was a waste, he knew very well, but he thought that Kummel said lightly that day that day that Shigehiko Shigehiko was about to be exposed to the police. The little pervert was bullshit to speed up his death.

As it turned out, the waste was really exposed...

"Go back and contact Kumer." Gin ended the topic with this sentence and asked again, "Where is the list of the Tequila?"

"Brother, that list attracted the attention of the police at that time... Well, in short, I have to think of other ways." Vodka replied tactfully.

...It's another waste, even because he was involved in the revenge of passers-by...

Forget it, don't think about it, the mind is full of waste, which affects your mood.

Vodka, a professional expert who is good at reading air, brought the topic back to this task without even making a fuss. Find some ways to vent his anger for the elder brother, and don’t get angry at him. "Brother, today’s task is quite easy. I saw that the person on the other side was so excited to get the suitcase. Is this a very valuable thing?"

"That's something that can make a lot of money, of course it's exciting." Gin sneered, "I guess the man is sitting in his seat, looking down at the last beautiful view."

"The last...?" Vodka asked Conan's doubts in his eavesdropping.

"That person has lost meaning to the organization." Gin dusted the ashes and said calmly, "The suitcase is filled with bombs, and it will explode when there is a strong vibration."

Vodka's hair stood up, and with the eyes of gin, he could only say with a stinging bullet: "If the suitcase fell to the ground now, wouldn't it be..."

"Who dares to let the baby be worth 400 million? But even so, when 3:10, that person will turn on the switch without any warning. It is considered to be a death to be buried in the entire Shinkansen." Thinking of this, Gin's irritability finally relieved a little.

But he looked down and saw the suitcase full of money. Thinking about how hard he worked to come to the public transportation to connect, and the money he had to get back had to fall into the hands of those unreliable colleagues...

I heard that Bourbon was handing out a note to increase his budget, saying that he was planning to build a detective office with Kumer's reputation to facilitate action... The reason is very good. The question is, which detective office can be opened to apply for an arms budget that is enough to arm a company?

Forget this, Kummel also followed him and applied for a bulletproof pickup?!

Are they preparing two people to kill Mikacho?

The mood of the gin as soon as it rose a little higher immediately fell to the ground.

Either it’s a waste, it’s a rat, it’s a rat, it’s a borer... Damn it!

Gin snorted, listened to the broadcast of the station on the radio, and kicked vodka with the tip of her shoe: "What are you doing while standing there? Let's go."

The innocently kicked Vodka silently cursed an unknown object that caused the elder brother's anger. He honestly grabbed the suitcase and stood up and followed Gin.

Conan was startled and looked up at the direction of the two seats. Even if they had stood up and walked towards the exit, they couldn't help but jumped up from the seat and rushed towards them.

Don't go, what's going on with the bomb!

And the kind of medicine that makes him smaller!

How could they just let them leave in front of him like this? He...

Conan tried his best to pull the distance between them. Seeing Gin's long silver hair flying in front of him, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and tried to grab the hair in front of him-

"Are you crazy?" He grabbed Conan, who was brave and brave, and dragged him back, "You're not going to die?"

"I...!" Conan came back to his senses as if awakened. He looked up and saw a pair of red eyes, which seemed to emit a faint red light in the slightly dim aisle, "Joker!"

"Shh!" The other party covered Conan's mouth, looked around alertly, put on sunglasses, and lowered his voice, "You are actually going to pull the hair of gin directly... it's also amazing."

"You know his code name, why..." Conan almost blurted out his words when he was feeling up.

"Change a different place." Tang Ze picked up Conan and rushed into the stairs upstairs flexibly. "Your Xiaolan is chasing you immediately."

He took Conan to the front end of the second floor, opened the door of the special private room, and stuffed the person in and locked it.

Conan sat in the wide leather seat and stared blankly at the small desk lamp on the table.

...He remembers that the business private rooms in Shinkansen are not only sold, but Joker is buying a group ticket for four people alone?

That's right, this guy is so skillful in hacking the robber's stolen goods. There is a pile of gold coins alone. He is probably relying on these methods to make money. He is definitely quite rich when he is operating in secret.

After doing this, Joker only chose to get more money and eat black. In a sense, he was really a "strange thief" who was a bit similar to Kidd.

"Why are you here?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"I should ask this question..." Conan's mouth twitched, then reacted, his eyes lit up, "Are you chasing Gin and vodka?"

"That's right, I just received a little news of their actions." He took the reason lightly, and he picked up his arms, "Then I saw you pulling people's hair without fear of death... They are evil men with guns with them. Are you really not afraid of him coming up to shoot you twice."

Speaking of this, Conan tightened his expression, reached out and grabbed his cuffs tightly, and said, "Don't talk about this for now, there are bombs in the car! I heard their conversation. They were coming to trade with people in the car, but what they gave to each other was not the agreed transaction items, but the powerful bomb! The bombs would explode in twenty minutes!"

"That is to say, the bomb is in the hands of the trader, not in the car." Tang Ze's face also became serious, "We have to find this trader, otherwise even if the vehicle is stopped and evacuated and cannot find the exact location, the threat of the bomb will still exist... Let's talk about what you have heard in detail."

Conan took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, calmly recalled every detail he heard, and briefly retelled it to Tang Ze.

As he listened, he heard the three words "Kumel" from Conan. Tang Ze tried his best to control the urge to roll his eyes.

Gin vodka, you two big colanders!

The organization's intelligence is almost leaking to you both!

If the two of them didn't pay attention to their slippery mouths, they would say all the names like Bourbon Belmode, and the good guy Conan got the winery roster directly at the beginning, and you guys are just playing tricks!

The organization really cannot beat the Red Party by its ability.

Tang Ze tried hard to block his complaints about his colleagues, and tried his best to focus on other information in Conan dialect. He pretended to be reasoning and said slowly: "Since Gin can say, 'Looking down at the beautiful scenery', it means that the other party's seat is on the second floor."

Conan thought about his statement and nodded.

"That would be much simpler." Tang Ze clicked the door, "In addition to the dining car, there are all special carriages on the second floor. This is a business private room, which is the 9th carriage. There are three business private rooms in the carriage. I am the only one in this train. Then there are only two sections 7 and 10. Think about whether there are more options to rule out, determine the carriage number, and we will go there to check it.

"But only know the carriage number, but still cannot directly lock the suspect, right?" Conan frowned tightly, "There is not enough time. Is it feasible to inform the passenger police and then go to the carriage to search one by one?"

"It's okay little detective." Tang Ze showed Brother Gun's warm smile and clicked his sunglasses. "You just need to find the car... Leave the rest to me."

(End of this chapter)