After the mission was completed, Gin and Bermod did not stop and left Hatonogani City in Saitama Prefecture. By the time they arrived in Tokyo, it was already 7:30 in the evening. Bermod stretched himself and said, "Please send me back."

Apartment, thank you~”

Gin, who had not slept for three days and two nights, waited for Belmod to get off the car and rested against the car seat for a few minutes. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but his phone suddenly vibrated. Gin's hand on the steering wheel paused.

Expressionlessly, he took out his phone and glanced at the email. It was also from an organization member——

[Vodka goes to the large storage room at Tokyo Kenbashi Station.]

The locker room at Kenbashi Station? That's where the transaction was scheduled with Taku Itakura, but the transaction time with that guy isn't now, right? What's Vodka doing there now?

It is impossible for Vodka to carry out the mission alone. There are people to survey before the mission, someone to go out during the mission, and someone to clean up and review after the mission. They are careful and take the trouble.

Gin looked at the new email, his temples were pounding, and he stepped on the accelerator and drove straight towards Xianqiao Station. If Vodka couldn't give him a reasonable explanation, he didn't mind having one more life on his hands.

Gin walked into the station with the brim of his hat pressed down. Since he took over the organization's action team, he has come into contact with more and more members of the organization. That person also spread his past deeds intentionally or unintentionally. He is not so impressive in the organization now.

The end is missing.

"...What? You just saw a drunkard and a kid entering the station?!" Vodka stopped tearing off the tape. The box containing the software CD was stuck tightly in the cabinet with white tape. "Absolutely impossible! Look for it again.

!”

"Click"

The crisp sound of loading sounded in the storage room, "What do you want to do?" Gin entered silently and approached silently. The muzzle of the Beretta M92F was pointed at the back of Vodka's head. His voice was condensed. Although he had

He told Vodka that if he didn't come back when the transaction started, let Vodka go get the things first. However, the transaction time is tomorrow, not now. What does Vodka want to do now by running over to get the software?

"Isn't the trading time at twelve o'clock tomorrow morning?" Gin's eyes shifted slightly, fell on the cabinet inside, and withdrew the pistol.

Vodka sweated on his forehead and explained quickly. He knew very well that if he couldn't explain this matter clearly, starting from tomorrow, he would no longer exist in this world. "He said it was not convenient for him to come over at that time tomorrow, so we changed it temporarily.

It’s time.”

Gin noticed the presence of another person. The sound of his breathing was at a low level. At that height, he could be an adult lying down, or a kid. Because the only exit here was behind him, that person couldn't escape, so he decided to clean up first.

Brother, the gun raised Vodka's chin and pointed the gun at his neck, "He communicates with you via email so he can change the time like this at any time, right?"

"Uh, no... no," Vodka sweated on his forehead, but wisely did not make any evasive action, "Actually, this time was decided by us. That guy, this time, he went to his villa in Gunma Prefecture to collect...

When I wrote the letter, there happened to be a snowstorm that broke the circuit, so we switched to telephone contact." Seeing Gin take back the gun, Vodka turned around and tore off the magnetic disk box stuck in the cabinet and handed it to Gin, "

Although that guy guessed our purpose, we have successfully obtained the software, and his heart is not very good. Even if we don't care about him, he will die soon."

"Do you know why he used a magnetic chip to hand over the software to us?" Seeing Vodka's confused face, Gin also gained some knowledge about Vodka. He felt helpless and could only comfort himself, unlike Vodka's mind.

Even if you are a simple person, you don't have to worry about the other party playing dirty tricks. Apart from that, Gin can't find any other reason to convince himself to leave the vodka. This is indeed enough, "In order to take your fingerprints, because

You can't open it with gloves on."

Gin moved his eyes aside and walked over to pick up the cigarette butts on the ground. "Besides, if you can't see the person you want to wait for here, you will definitely be tempted to smoke." She silently put the cigarette butts into Vodka's mouth. Could it be that Vodka

Have you never noticed that he never throws cigarette butts around when he smokes? It doesn’t matter whether it’s him, Belmode, or Jim Wright, “He can know your blood type just by testing the saliva on it.”

"Brother..." Vodka froze on the spot, completely unaware that every move he made was part of the opponent's calculations.

Gin ignored Vodka and opened the magnetic disk. "He also wants to find our stronghold." He showed Vodka the inside of the magnetic disk box, which contained a transmitter and the model number that the kid had attached to him last time.

Same, so, is that kid named Edogawa Conan just a detective with too much curiosity or is he... an unrelated person who knows about the existence of the organization?

"This guy Itakura doesn't want to live anymore?!" Vodka didn't know what Gin was thinking. Being teased was enough to make him angry. If Gin hadn't discovered it in time, he would have brought the disk with the transmitter on it to the organization's stronghold.

, then he will definitely die!

Regarding throwing the transmitter on the ground and crushing it, "This is not done by Itakura. When the temperature difference is too large, the sympathetic nerves will be stimulated and put a huge load on the heart," Gin explained expressionlessly. This kind of medicine

If Vodka doesn't know common sense, Gin doesn't expect Vodka to know anything, "So it's absolutely impossible for a guy with a heart disease to go all the way to a snowy mountain villa."

"Then... who is that guy who is talking to me?"

"It's probably someone he paid money to find," Gin took off his gloves and placed the back of his hand on the magnetic disk. In fact, he didn't need any explanation at all, but he had to give Vodka some experience to avoid doing this kind of thing during future missions.

Simple mistake, "But he still made a mistake. Although the fingerprints on the box were deliberately wiped off, there is still a little warmth on it, which means that the guy should still be hiding around here."

His gaze shifted. After educating his little brother, it was time to deal with the daring detective. Behind a row of cabinets, Conan's breathing suddenly stopped, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The only exit was behind Gin. He had no way to go now.

There is a way back!

Gin and Vodka walked side by side, one by one. The first few rows were all empty. Looking at the gap between the last two rows of cabinets, Vodka sneered twice, "Hey, that's all that's left, even if this mouse is there again."

No matter how cunning you are, you will never escape."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Gin's tone was cold. Although he hadn't slept for several days, his spirit was always on high alert and kept moving at the same frequency as Vodka. The next second, the guns were facing each other.

Vodka was stunned for a moment, then put down his pistol, "Brother, there is no one here, what should I do now?"

Gin's eyes fell on the cabinet nearby. With his hearing, he easily caught the heavy breathing echoing in the small space. He squatted down and opened the door of the cabinet where Conan was hiding. Conan Edogawa's breathing and heart stopped, and his pupils

Suddenly zoomed out and looked at the subtle light outside the cabinet door.

"Brother?" Vodka looked at Gin who stopped in confusion, and the cabinet door was only opened a crack.

Gin was silent for a while, and then returned the cabinet door. Although he knew that there might be a person hidden inside, the "click" sound just for a moment still made him stop instinctively. There was no breathing, no heartbeat, and an unusually clear sound.

"Kacha", there may be a person hidden in the cabinet, or a bomb hidden, or both. Gin doesn't want to risk his life on that possibility. If a bomb is placed in such a small space, everyone will run away.

No, it's not necessary.

"Forget it," Gin gave up and opened the cabinet door. There were people outside the station watching. Then he would know whether it was a human or a ghost inside. Before that, he could talk to Belmod first, "Let's evacuate first.

That guy might have called the police."

"You said the guy Itakura was looking for called the police?" Vodka followed Gin with a flashlight.

"Yes, you'd better not make this kind of mistake again in the future." A sneer appeared on Gin's lips, "In my opinion, someone has already focused their attention on us, most likely some detective." And his

It has nothing to do with the past, nothing to do with "it", it's just simply, for the enemy of the organization, the guy hiding in the darkness.

Gin and Vodka left Xianqiao Station and sent the magnetic disk back to the organization first. Gin also received reports from members of the organization one after another.

——[Taku Itakura died at the Rice Krispy Kwana Hotel this afternoon.]

——【There is only one child hidden in Xianqiao Station.】

——[The police found no suspicion.]

The next day's news reported more details, "The next news is now. Yesterday at around 5 pm, a male corpse was found in the hotel room at the Rice Flower Hotel. The deceased was a CG designer, Itakura.

Mr. Zhuo, aged 45, according to the police..."

These are not issues Gin cares about anymore. The software has been recovered, Itakura Taku is confirmed to be dead, and the organization has left no clues. His mission has been completed.

Gin, who hasn't slept for several days, is currently catching up on her sleep in the apartment. As for Belmode, she can't run away. Gin will definitely ask questions about Edogawa Conan.

Bermod, who was staying with Bourbon, suddenly felt a chill in his back, "What's wrong?" the blond and dark-skinned detective asked with concern.

"The weather is a bit cold today." Belmod smiled.
Chapter completed!