"I'm sorry... I'm so late in saying this, and I didn't say it until now."

Akai Shuichi's green eyes have never been so affectionate as water, and Furukawa Kumisa almost drowned in them.

"Will you go with me?"

After confirming that Subaru Okiya had taken Kumisa Furukawa away, Toru Amuro leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his slightly sore forehead.

"So, how was yesterday's action?"

Like Furukawa Kumisa, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he worked hard all day today. Unlike her who just caught up on some sleep in the afternoon, he was a little tired now.

Edogawa Conan sat at the table and ate the fruit brought by Subaru Okiya. He said concisely and concisely: "The vodka is aggravating the injury, but the gin is difficult to deal with. He is wearing a bulletproof vest."

Toru Amuro sneered: "Don't Akai Shuichi aim at the head?"

Edogawa Conan explained: "The lighting was not good at the time, and Mr. Akai's sniper point was a bit far away. The top priority was to fight him off first. Moreover, they also had a helper who was more powerful than Vodka and was difficult to deal with."

Toru Amuro was stunned: "Help? Who?"

Edogawa Conan shook his head: "I don't know, wearing black clothes."

Toru Amuro: ...Nine out of ten people in the organization are wearing black clothes, and the remaining one is wearing flashy black clothes.

Knowing that they were sniping from a long distance and unable to learn the identity of the other party from their conversation, Toru Amuro sighed and changed his words: "At what distance did Shuichi Akai snipe?"

Edogawa Conan knew what he was worried about, "Don't worry, Mr. Amuro, the distance is only more than 500 yards - there are many people who can accurately snipe at this distance, and Mr. Akai's identity will not be exposed."

The doubts in his mind were cleared, and Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief, "No traces left, right?"

Edogawa Conan shook his head. Although he did not dare to say how strong his anti-reconnaissance capabilities were, after all, there was Shuichi Akai, who was very trustworthy in this regard.

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"Gin... is such a difficult person to deal with." Edogawa Conan muttered while chewing the grapes in his mouth.

Toru Amuro also had a headache, and rubbed his forehead again: "Let's stop now, there is no chance in the short term..."

As he said this, he thought of something.

"——Wait, maybe in three days, we will have another chance."

Three days later, it was time for Gin and Furukawa Kumisa to go on a mission.

The night breeze in early autumn is already a bit chilly, especially in the alleys with ventilation on all sides.

A small shop set up on the street had a sign saying "Leather Repair". The shop owner looked at his watch and then at the darkening sky, thinking that there would be no more customers tonight, so he wanted to close the shop.

Just as I was thinking about it, a man suddenly walked up from a distance.

The man was tall and wrapped in a long black trench coat. Only his long golden hair fluttered in the wind, making him particularly eye-catching in the night.

He walked to the front of the store in a few steps, and the store owner shivered with cold - this man's aura actually made him feel a bit colder than the cold wind.

"Here, this guest..." He stuttered when he started to greet him.

The other party didn't say much, and just put a box on the counter with a "swish".

The shop owner took a closer look and saw that it was an old gift box, but it had been well maintained and showed no signs of damage.

He opened the gift box and took a look. Inside was a black hat.

It was a very old black hat in the style of a top hat, and the leather was not expensive. It might have been slightly worn due to years of wearing it, but the most serious damage was the two holes in the hat.

The two holes punched by something unknown were symmetrical in shape, and the opening was not large, but there seemed to be burnt marks on the edges, and even had a strange smell, as if it was burnt, but it was not.

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The shopkeeper wanted to ask what was the cause of the puncture, but when he saw the man's cold gaze, he immediately fell silent.

He wisely shut up and just concentrated on studying the hat for a while: "This customer, this leather style has been around for a long time. It should be a style many years ago, and we don't have it in our store..."

Before he could speak, he felt a cold breath explode from the man in front of him, so cold that he almost stopped breathing.

The instinct of survival made him follow up with the following words: "But, but, but, but I can ask the supplier to purchase goods, just, just, just, it's possible... I want you to wait, wait, wait two days..."

The intimidating murderous aura subsided, and the man covered the box on the counter again, then carefully put it away, turned around and left.

His last words came from the cold wind: "I'll pick it up in two days."

When the man completely disappeared at the entrance of the alley, the shop owner breathed a sigh of relief and almost slumped in his seat.

"...where did the plague god come from..."

He sighed, stopped talking, took out his mobile phone and started ordering.

While on the phone, he glanced at the hat on the counter and muttered.
Chapter completed!