In the most extreme case, he may even change from a talent in the organization to a scourge who specializes in hunting down members of the organization in pursuit of excitement.

...The wrong paths of growth are really everywhere, and we must be vigilant. Nowadays, it seems that even geniuses need to be pruned and corrected at all times. A good seedling is important, but the person who prunes it and the way it is pruned are equally important...

Gin looked at Uzo's reflective look in the rearview mirror after hearing the warning, and nodded secretly.

I mentioned Belmod just now because Gin felt that Uzo dared to boldly extend his murderous hand to a veteran cadre he had never met, and this choice must be related to what happened to him not long ago.

——I heard that Uzo was plotted once by Belmod. Although he not only escaped later, but also taught Belmode a lesson, but maybe it was this incident that gave Uzo a kind of "trap"

The illusion that organizational members are normal and will not be held accountable.

This dangerous sign must be stamped out.

At the same time, this can also make Uzo further aware of the danger of Belmod. When he faces that woman again in the future, he will be more vigilant accordingly... to avoid being taken out by Belmode to do a mission one day, and then...

There is no more.

After solving Uzo's hidden dangers and taking away a lot of murderous intent without realizing it, Gin's mood subtly relaxed a little.

When passing by Mihua Town, he asked Jiang Xia to get out of the car. He and Vodka continued to drive to the residence of Representative Tunkou, intending to inspect the results of the mission there.

…

When Jiang Xia returned home, he first signed the gesture of the council member swallowing his mouth, and then pulled the murderous spirit out of the mermaid's arms and put it away.

After turning off the lights and lying on the bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Finally, he had to sit up, take out the ghosts, arrange them and count them again. He barely made up for the loss of not being able to pick up the Pisk ghost today, and then he gradually fell asleep.

The newly acquired mission has been completed, and Ginjiu has not sent him a new assassination list. Jiang Xia's life has temporarily returned to its previous routine.

When he went out the next morning, he thought about it in the refreshing air outside. He planned to go to the doctor's house first and take the cat that the bad boys had left there to the office so that it could be given to the eagerly awaited clients and wives.

.

…

Conan was also at the doctor's house at this time.

I am talking on the phone.

Last night, Conan, who was anesthetized, fell into a deep sleep. Dr. Ali always felt that if he just sent the person back like this, Mao Lilan might call an ambulance, so in the end he had to call the Maori Detective Agency and say

He developed a new toy, and Conan had so much fun with it that he didn't want to go back. Fortunately, Conan always used this kind of excuse to stay out at night. Mao Lilan didn't doubt it, and Conan successfully stayed at the doctor's house.

In the early morning, Conan, who was forced to sleep, finally struggled to wake up.

After being stunned for a moment, he first woke up Dr. A Li and Haibara Ai in a very disrespectful manner and asked about the situation.

After that, he called the Megure Police Department using Kudo Shinichi's voice and inquired about what happened next in the hotel.

Then I was shocked to learn that a man named Masuyama Kenzo who had received a purple commemorative handkerchief died in the fire. The old wine cellar had been burned down, and the police could not find many useful clues.

Hearing "Purple Memorial Handkerchief", and then thinking about "Wine Cellar", the place where Haibara Ai was once imprisoned... Before seeing the morning news, Conan understood that the person who died should be the codename "Pisk" in the organization.

"People.

...Anonymous really killed him?

Conan's pace wandered around the room from fast to slow, and finally he stopped heavily. In his mind, he thought of the anonymous detective who saved high school students almost every time he appeared, and the novice who liked to stab people and stabbed him countless times. His scalp felt a little...

numb.

Although Miss Anonymous's dress, the tattoos on her face, and her previous behavior style...everything seemed weird and weird, Conan always felt that she didn't look like someone who would kill someone.
Chapter completed!