The dolphin's performance was very exciting. The children who entered the venue were all holding a plush toy. There was a shooting storm field not far from the dolphin performance venue. A high school couple was shooting. After a few shots, the girl pouted and threw the gun to her boyfriend. She acted coquettishly and asked the other party to win a doll for her. The boy took the gun, rubbed her head, and agreed. His face was full of doting. The boy shot very hard, refreshing the highest score on the machine, and there was a lot of cheers.

The girl said proudly: "He is the president of the school shooting club!"

Kurosawa Gin and Haibara Ai each had a gun. They were both too short and were both standing on the chairs provided by others to shoot. Gin stood aside, with hands in her pockets, and casually watching the shooting results of the two people.

With twenty bullets, Kurosawa Gin's score was stable at Nine Rings, and he could hit Ten Rings, Haibara Ai... Apart from those who were deliberately shooting, the score was also stable at Nine Rings and Ten Rings. It seemed that he had deliberately restrained himself and took it. Kurosawa Gin handed the gun to Gin. Gin paused for a moment, took the gun with one hand, raised his arm to shoot at the target without raising his head, and continued to shoot at the target. A series of "Ten Rings" shocked the clerk and the onlookers. Zhou Guo was silent. The man did not take out his other hand from his pocket throughout the whole process, nor did he show a trace of expression. He ended the game with a crisp and neat look and put down the gun.

Haibara Ai was silent, not surprising at all. It is a basic skill for members of the organization to use guns. Even if researchers do not need to involve teaching such as close combat, gun training is also essential. A certain score must be achieved, and members of the action group have higher requirements for these.

After playing in the amusement park for an afternoon, the crowd rushed to the venue for the night performance. There was a fireworks show in the evening. Gin leaned on the seat and watched the penguins, cuttlefish, and puffer fish on the stage. There were three empty seats next to him. Gin Kurosawa was sitting next to him, and Ai Haibara was next to Gin. The performance had already begun for a while. A man wearing a baseball cap and carrying a backpack came in. He looked around and sat in the seat next to Gin.

About thirty seconds later, a man wearing a dome hat and backpack with two buck teeth sat next to him, separated from Gin, leaning against the seat with his legs crossed and leaning against the seat. With his observation, he could naturally find the plainclothes police hiding in various places in the venue, even though the venue is now dark, his eyesight is quite outstanding at night.

"Sorry, I don't know what's going on," the man in the cap said as he opened his backpack, "You can collect the things quickly, and the money will be..."

"Wait a little longer," the buck-toothed man stopped the baseball cap, "I'll talk about it when the fireworks start to be set off, and then wait until the audience's eyes shift to the fireworks."

"You are really careful," the man in the baseball cap hugged his backpack and looked at the buck-toothed man in admiration, "It's not a shame that he is in this industry."

"You'd better not think about it, it's better for you." The buck-toothed man glanced at the man with a cold look on the cap, and then turned his gaze to the stage in front, "You're just an ordinary groom, that's enough."

Gin lowered the brim of the hat and blocked his face. He didn't know what to say for a moment. The tickets for the venue were bought by Gin Kurosawa, but he chose this place by coincidence. Gin is also quite familiar with this kind of transaction. There are many such tasks in the organization, usually vodka to exchange with those people, and use the other party's illegal evidence to pay back the money. Gin is watching from behind. This is the first time he is watching a non-organization member transaction.

How to say, this is indeed a place suitable for black transactions. Hiding in the crowd is not easy to be discovered, but similarly, once you are targeted, it will be very troublesome. Even if there are too many hostages, black transactions are mainly low-key. Taking hostages is purely causing trouble for yourself. Moreover, it is not convenient to arrange personnel here. In the circular venue, the sniper loses its function and can only be alert on the periphery, but it is still easy to create chaos... Forget it, it is not his task anyway, so there is no need to think about these things.

Gin retracted her divergent thoughts and didn't even glance at her eyes. There was no need for him to break the deal and cause trouble for himself.

"I'm sorry to let everyone wait for a long time! The highlight of 300 fireworks igniting the night sky is about to begin!" The penguin flapped its short wings on the stage, and the audience cheered in response to the situation. Gin remained silent, and the two men who were conducting illegal transactions remained silent.

An oval glowing object flew into the sky, and the crowd cheered, "Okay," the buck-toothed man stared at the night sky, and told the man in the baseball cap next to him, "Put it on my lap."

Why do you still have to make a sound when trading in such a place? Are you not afraid of being heard by people around you? Shouldn’t you come from one after another, and then put things down and evacuate quietly?

Ginji, who had heard the conversation clearly, looked at the colorful fireworks exploding in the night sky, and was silent. Seeing the woman who had stood up from the front rows and ran towards her, Ginji was silent again. The man in the baseball cap opened his backpack and saw the ring box inside, and realized that it was not his backpack. He was stunned. At the same time, Mikako Sato also came to the two people who were conducting black transactions, pressed her left hand on Yakura Maki's shoulder, took out her ID with her right hand, and said sternly: "I am a detective! You two should not move!"

The bucktoothed man suddenly knocked off Sato's hand that was on his shoulder, took out a pistol from his bag and pointed it at Officer Sato with a joking expression, "Who will wait for you to catch it?"

Sato Mikako gritted her teeth and grabbed the bucktooth man's arm faster, turned her muzzle to the sky, trying to control the bucktooth man's movements. The bucktooth man who was grabbed by Sato's right arm unconsciously pressed the tampering. A gunshot was hidden in the sound of firework explosions. Ginju turned her head to look at the two of them, without any intention of helping. He stared at the scene in front of him with a cold, cold, and emotionless look.

The buck-toothed man broke free from Officer Sato, suddenly grabbed the backpack on the man's legs of the baseball cap and rushed out of the venue. Officer Sato followed closely, followed by Takagi and Conan, and the police who were lying in the venue also rushed out.

"Are we hitting the transaction site?" Gin Kurosawa stared at Conan and those familiar friends in a daze.

"You chose a good seat." Gin leaned against the seat, his tone light.

Kurosawa Gin: "..." How can you blame him?! It's all about Conan! Why do you come here to do if you have nothing to do?!

"You didn't help." Seeing that a policeman was chasing him, a policeman took the man in the cap and sat back to his original position. He looked at the gin wine, and the fireworks were still emitting light in the sky. The silver-haired man turned his head bored, and his pine green eyes reflected the colorful fireworks, the cheers of the audience, and the figure of Kurosawa Gin.

"Why should I help?" Gin's voice was as calm as ever. "So many policemen are present, so they won't be able to catch even a waste."

——Although there are many reflections in those eyes, it seems that there is nothing, like a mirror, water and moon, fleeting.

"You are really fickle." Kurosawa Gin blinked and snorted. He was obviously right at hand. For Gin, a problem that should be solved with just one hand, but he was too lazy to even give one more look.

"Whatever you say." Gin was too lazy to explain.

Although a black transaction occurred next to him, the fireworks performance continued. After watching it halfway, Kurosawa Gin also lost interest. Gin took her two children home and bought them some snacks for midnight snacks. They ate dinner quite early and would probably be hungry at night.

Kurosawa Gin was holding a street snack in his hand, his eyes swept over the marshmallows and candied haws, and he was confused. Which one should I eat? It seemed to be delicious.

Gin took a look at Kurosawa Gin, came to the stall selling marshmallows, "take two." Then he pulled out two candied haws. It took time to make the marshmallows, so Gin first handed the candied haws to Kurosawa Gin and Haibara Ai.

Fireworks were still blooming, and Gin was standing aside, straight as pine. After a day of fun, he ignored the identity of members of Gin organization. He did nothing to say. Ai Haibara could see that Gin itself had no interest in this kind of amusement park, whether it was arcade games, dolphin performances, cartoon dolls, roller coasters, rushing forward bravely, 50,000 miles under the sea, and terrifying haunted houses.

Despite this, he had never opposed Kurosawa Gin's request. Although he didn't participate in the game very much, he was on the side all the way and could keenly detect their thoughts. At that time, Ai Haibara just took a look at the Winnie Bear in the claw machine. Gin gave her game coins and asked her and Kurosawa UnionPay to pick up the Winnie Bear. As for the guardian, this made people happy, but if it were the enemy, it was really scary, with such a keen insight.

A marshmallow suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting Ai Haibara's thoughts. The little girl tea-fa looked up subconsciously, met Gin's eyes that were calm and calm, then hurriedly moved away, took the marshmallow and said thanking him.

"Brush your teeth before going to bed." Gin didn't care about Ai Haibara's evasion, and paid the money to leave. In order to take care of the two elementary school students who were not yet at his waist, Gin was very slow to play.

"I know!" Kurosawa Gin bit off a candied haw, "I'm not a three or four-year-old child."

"There is a big difference between five or six years old and three or four years old?" Gin put her hands in her pockets and her eyes were not squinting.

"Those who are three or four years old are called children, and they have grown up at the age of five or six." Kurosawa Gin hummed.
Chapter completed!