"Haihara, it seems that you were quite popular in the organization." Conan came over with a strange smile, vividly depicting the conversation between Gin and Vodka just now, without notice that Ai Haihara's eyes gradually became dangerous.

Conan was still chattering, and Ai Haibara directly reached out to his face and staggered him, who immediately lay down on the snow.

"I didn't use that much effort." Haibara Ai glanced at Conan, who was lying on the snow, pretending to be pitiful, unmoved.

"No...my feet are numb..." Conan looked sour.

Ai Haibara did not use much effort, but Conan was stepped on before, and his walking posture was always weird since then.

Then due to the delay of a female policewoman, the two of them squatted behind the car for a long time, but did not dare to move around, and they squatted until their feet were numb.

"Okay, get up quickly, they're all going far."

"Oh..." Conan climbed up with difficulty, dusted the snow on his body, and then followed Haibara Ai and limped into Dr. Agasa's car.

"Doctor, hurry up and catch up, otherwise it will be too late."

Dr. Agasa looked at Conan in the passenger seat. He was not in a hurry after delaying for so long. It was too much to urge me to urge me to come out.

"Okay, I understand." Dr. Agasa sighed and started the car.

"Haihara."

"So what's wrong?"

"Members of the Black Organization... are different from what I imagined..." Conan seemed a little melancholy.

"Why is it different?"

"Why do I think they are here to make fun of it... it's a bit unreliable..."

I thought it was a wonderful, intense and exciting showdown between intelligence and force. However, why did the opponent seem to be performing Mancai (corresponding crosstalk)?

This made Conan feel like he was losing something. This was not the scene he was looking forward to!

If I was beaten down by two people with one blow and then poured poison into smaller amounts, then I would have become a joke! Damn it!

Seeing Conan gradually becoming angry, Haibara Ai felt inexplicably confused.

"What have you heard?"

"I listened to the street comics before performing..."

"???" Ai Haibara looked confused.

"Forget it, keep going as planned." Conan shook his head vigorously, throwing his messy emotions out of his head.

"Do you have a plan? What is the plan?"

"Follow up and find their nest."

"Then what?"

"And then play on the spot."

"..." Haibara Ai was speechless. This is your plan? Isn't this a plan that you came up with just slap your head?

He also said that the other side is not reliable. You are obviously the most unreliable. If the gin is not reliable, there will be no one in the organization. OK?

"I originally thought you had any plans, but now it seems that you are just going to die. Even if you find the organization's nest with Gin, what can you do with your current body?"

Haibara Ai sat in the back row with his arms raised and his legs raised, shook his head in disappointment.

"I didn't ask you to come together..." Conan curled his lips.

Suddenly he sat upright and listened carefully to the sound of conversation coming from the eavesdropping device.

"The target will appear at the Gutu Hotel at 6:00 p.m. He doesn't know yet, and today is also his memorial service. What's important is that the superiors ordered him to silence him before the police contacted him. If there is an accident, it doesn't matter if you want to use that medicine."

"Stop messing up, Pisco."

"Pisco." Conan repeated.

"I have heard of the code name you mentioned before, but I have never seen this person." Haibara Ai also became serious when he heard the code name Conan was talking about.

...

On the other side, Gin hung up the phone, her sharp eyes shot out from her long hair, staring straight at a hair on the side of the car seat.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and took his hair to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Brown color...

Then he leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

That's right...

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Vodka, who was driving, noticed the abnormality of gin.

"I had suspected that woman had entered my car before, and now I can confirm that she has indeed come." Ginjiu had a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and a terrifying light in her eyes.

"Brother, Shirley did take this car before, but that was a long time ago. Why haven't you forgotten it yet..." Vodka stopped talking but after a brief thought, he spoke decisively, "Brother, you should listen to my advice and forget Shirley. If not, let's tie a psychologist and come back to see you?"

"If my elder brother is worried that this matter will be known, he can handle it later. Just leave this matter to me. Don't worry, brother."

The sneer at the corner of Gin's mouth froze, his eyes became devourous, staring at vodka tightly.

"Will you deal with you later?"

"If this can help my elder brother return to normal, then I have no complaints." Vodka stared affectionately at the elder brother Gin who he had been worshiping through his sunglasses.

Why, do you still think you are very loyal and touching?

Gin's forehead veins swelled up, and she could hardly control her emotions. No one could disturb his mind like this!

Forget it... Just such a loyal little brother, if he kills him, he will have to do many things himself, which is too expensive.

"Brother, don't worry, I'm fine, as long as I'm fine." Vodka saw Gin's face changing, thinking that the eldest brother couldn't bear to kill him, so he quickly expressed his feelings.

"Shut up! Drive!"

"Brother, I'm driving." Vodka felt that something was wrong with my elder brother. He was driving clearly, and he was not parked on the side of the road as before.

I couldn't tell whether I was driving or not. My elder brother was really sick.

"I told you to concentrate on driving and watch the road!"

"Oh, I understand." Vodka turned his head honestly and drove the car seriously.

"I'm not talking about the woman who had been in this car before, but she just got into this car while we were parked on the side of the road."

In order to let Vodka understand the current situation so that he can come in handy later, Gin endured humiliation and explained to him patiently.

"Look, this is her hair, brown, color matches, and the smell has been confirmed. She will definitely not be wrong."

Gin raised the hair in her hand and signaled Vodka to take a look. However, Vodka looked ahead and was very focused, ignoring Gin's hands sore.

"How long do you want me to lift it?" Gin was impatient, and her voice was as cold as frost.

"Brother, didn't you let me concentrate on watching the road..." Vodka felt very wronged.

"Did you not even have the ability to take a look at the car? Your driving skills are so useless?"
Chapter completed!