Conan Rick's Investigator

Under the dark table, Haibara Ai curled up into a small ball, and the fear brought by the death of her companions was finally digested a little.

She mustered up her courage again and reached out to tug at the hermit's trouser leg.

The hermit lifted the tablecloth and looked at her angrily.

"what happened again?"

The hermit's tone was clearly impatient.

Haibara Ai could also understand, after all, she didn't give her a good look when she was fortune-telling just now.

"Could you please... call the police?"

Due to fear and having been curled up in a ball for a long time, Haibara Ai felt that her body could no longer run. It was definitely unrealistic to go back to find Dr. Agasa, so she might as well ask passers-by to help call the police.

But the hermit's next words made her mentality plummet.

"Do not have time."

With a crisp and decisive reply, the hermit put the tablecloth down again.

This perfunctory attitude made Haibara Ai confused, and he didn't even ask her why she called the police.

What indifference!

At this time, Koizumi Hongzi was concentrating on completing her "handicraft".

A black top hat, a black windbreaker, and a purple shirt were sewn one by one on the little straw doll in order.

In a moment, the mini version of "Gin" doll was ready.

However, to complete this thing, the most crucial thing is needed, which is something that the puppet owner has touched before.

At this moment, another tall fortune-teller came.

The customer came to the fortune-telling stall, sat down, reached into his pocket, took something out, and placed it on the table.

This is a burned photo scrap.

Koizumi Hongzi picked up the scraps of the photo, inserted the pieces into the scarecrow's body, and began to recite a spell silently.

While curled up under the table, Haibara Ai saw a pair of leather shoes on the other side of the table and immediately realized that a guest had arrived.

Since the hermit didn't help call the police, she had to turn to someone else for help.

This time, Haibara Ai took the initiative to stick her head out from under the tablecloth, crawled out from under the table, and looked up pitifully at the guests above.

"I'm lost with my parents, please help me report..."

She was just about to appeal to his emotions, but was surprised to find that the guest was none other than Qin Zhibo!

"It's you?!"

"You are..." Qin Zhibo hesitated for a moment before suddenly realizing, "Oh! So you are the little girl from that time!"

However, Haibara Ai could not hear the voice of this "Qin Zhibo" at all. When she saw the familiar face, the negative emotions that had been pent up in her eyes were immediately vented, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eye sockets.

"Conan, he was killed by Gin... woooo~"

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, let your sister hug you~"

"Qin Zhibo" picked up Haibara Ai from the ground, patted her back like comforting a child, and carried her out of the parking lot.

While Haibara Ai was lying on the shoulder of "Qin Zhibo", her eyes blurred by tears, she vaguely saw a mini version of "Gin" on the hermit's table.

There was an evil smile on the corner of the hermit's mouth under his hood, and his slender fingers pinched a silver needle and inserted it into the "chrysanthemum" of Mini Gin.

……

In the Porsche 356A, Vodka had already put away the portable screen, started the car, and was ready to retreat at any time.

Gin leaned against the seat, a freshly lit Seven Star cigarette in his mouth.

In the back seat, Vermouth crossed her legs with a relaxed expression on her face.

The original plan was that if the sniper attack failed, Vermouth would disguise herself as a female leader of the Nizan Society, Kiriko Busujima, and drive a motorcycle to stage a car accident in front of Yasuki Domon's car.

Yasuteru Domon, who had a strong sense of justice, would definitely not turn a blind eye to the scene of the car accident. When he got out of the car, Rena Mizunashi, who approached from behind, shot and killed Domon.

This Plan B has not yet been announced to others, but there is no need to announce it now.

Vermouth is relaxed at this moment because she doesn't have to fake a fall.

Although it was an act, it was a real fall. If you fall like that while riding a motorcycle, it would definitely be very painful and physical injuries are inevitable.

It would be troublesome if the leg that was reattached with great difficulty was broken again in a car accident.

Fortunately, Domon Yasuteru was shot dead, so there was no need for a plan B.

Although Yasuteru Domon had just died and everyone in the car was involved, there was no tense atmosphere in the car at all.

The "virtue" of having a guilty conscience does not exist in them.

Because the goal of those bodyguards and followers at this time was not to catch the murderer, but to ensure the safety of Yasuteru Domon.

Even if the person is dead, he or she still has to be sent to the hospital.

The police would not arrive immediately at this time, and even if they did, they could only block off the small area where Domen Yasuhira died.

In short, the organization chose sniping first because it is the most difficult assassination method to track down the murderer.

Of course, they didn't stop here to wait in vain, but to wait for Michael to come back.

Among the three points for sniping Yasuteru Domon, Chianti and Cohen were relatively close, while Michael was in a separate location, which was closer to the Beihu parking lot.

So the original evacuation plan was for Chianti and Cohen to leave in a Dodge Viper, and Michael to leave in his own car.

However, since Michael didn't drive here today, he could only take Gin's car.

While waiting, Gin, holding a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the phone and sent an email to the organization's boss, reporting the good news that DJ was dead.

Suddenly, Gin's body trembled involuntarily, and a strong tingling sensation burst out from his abdomen from the inside out.

pat.

The cigarette at the corner of his mouth fell unconsciously into the car, but Gin froze in his seat.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The younger brother Vodka looked at Gin with some confusion.

Gin was seen breaking out in cold sweat on his face and feeling a dull pain in his abdomen, which made him afraid to move at all, fearing that if he moved even a little, he would uncontrollably release his immense power.

But even if his body remained still, the cramping in his abdomen continued to tug at his heartstrings, like a maggot on his tarsal bone that could not be dissipated.

"Brother? What's wrong with the assassination just now?"

Seeing that Gin's expression was becoming more and more ferocious and the sweat on his forehead was increasing, Vodka thought that there was something wrong with the plan.

"without……"

Gin forced himself to calm down and opened the car door. "I'm going out for a while and will be back soon."

After saying that, Gin slammed the car door shut and walked away in an awkward manner.

Vermouth looked at Gin passing by the window and frowned with a strange look, but didn't say anything.

After waiting for another two minutes, Michael came back first and sat in the back seat next to Vermouth.

"We have to wait a moment, big brother..."

Vodka explained to Michael why he didn't start the car.

"Where did he go?"

"do not know."

"Then wait a moment."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, a dark figure quickly came to the front passenger door and pried it open.

The frosty-faced Gin came back again. He sat in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that everyone was there. He immediately gave orders.

"drive."

Hearing Gin's order, Vodka, who had already prepared to retreat, stepped on the accelerator, and the black Porsche started and drove towards the entrance of the parking lot.

……

Two minutes ago, Gin got out of his car and headed straight for the public toilet near the parking lot.

Although I don’t know why I suddenly felt unbearable abdominal cramps, as the saying goes, stomachache is not a disease and can be solved by going to the toilet.

Moreover, the rest of the drive will be quite tense. If you get a stomachache on the way and turn into a jet fighter in your own car, the situation will be difficult to deal with.

So Gin planned to solve his stomach problem here first, and then set off on his journey in good health.

The toilets in the park were not difficult to find, and Gin soon entered a public toilet where there were few people.

A hurried figure flashed before the mirror, and then went into the last toilet cubicle.

Time was running out, so Gin didn't choose to take off his black windbreaker. Instead, he simply hugged the coat with both hands, took off his pants, and sat on the toilet.

But just when Gin had pulled off a few pieces of toilet paper and was ready to end the battle as quickly as possible, the abdominal cramps suddenly disappeared.

Gin: “???”

The pain came and went quickly, leaving many questions.

Gin thought for another ten seconds and realized that he was indeed feeling much better, so he immediately pulled up his pants and walked out of the public restroom.

While walking through the park, he saw that there was still chaos in the center of the park in the distance, and it seemed that the disturbance caused by Domon Yasuki would not be quelled in a short time.

A cruel smile appeared on Gin's lips, and he quickly walked towards the parking lot.

He moved very quickly and returned to the parking place in no time.

However, the parking space where my car should have been parked was now empty. There was only a white frame sign on the asphalt road, indicating that another car could be parked here.

"Ok?"

Gin first widened his eyes in disbelief, then squinted his eyes and looked around, feeling both surprised and confused.

After looking around, he didn't see any trace of his beloved car. He ran to the entrance of the parking lot in two steps, but still didn't see his beloved car.

what happened?

Vodka drove away without permission?

Doesn't he know that I haven't gotten on the bus yet?

Gin thought about this and felt that it should be impossible.

Even if Vodka dared to disobey his orders, Vermouth and Michael were still in the car.

One of these two people is the boss's favorite woman, and the other is the boss's confidant. It is absolutely impossible for them to abandon me.

Unless Vodka has the ability to kill these two people in the car.

Does he have it?

While Gin's brain was thinking rapidly, his eyes were also looking around, trying to collect useful information.

Suddenly, his eyes turned to the sidewalk at the entrance of the parking lot, and something seemed to come to his mind.

There seemed to be a fortune-telling stall in that place before...

But at this moment, the place was empty, just like his beloved car, it had disappeared from the world.

This……

Gin narrowed his eyes and smelled a hint of conspiracy in the air.

It might be a scam!

Run quickly!

Gin became alert, but without any means of transportation, he could only run towards one of the sidewalks.

But at this moment, several police cars suddenly came speeding on the quiet street, approaching here at lightning speed.

Gin subconsciously took out the pistol from his holster, but several cars blocked his way at lightning speed.

"Go ahead and capture it!"

"You are surrounded!"

More than a dozen plainclothes policemen got out of several cars, all armed with live ammunition. They used the car bodies as cover and pointed their guns at Gin with both hands.

Gin held the pistol, staring at the police who arrived so quickly with wide eyes in disbelief, his mind in a daze.