Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 96 Gin: Waste, all waste (add to kaitosama 13)

"Brother..." Gin's bad mood was completely received by Vodka, and his voice became a little softer, "Then we must kill him according to the agreement with Kumail?"

"Wait for the arrangement from above." Qin Jiu said indifferently, in a very unhappy mood.

Although the fact that Shigehiko Tunkou is a waste, he already knew it very well, but he thought that Kumail had lightly said that day, even if he didn't mention it, Shigehiko Tunkou was about to be exposed to the police. It was that little pervert who wanted to speed up his death nonsense.

It turned out that the waste was really exposed...

"Go back and contact Kumail." Gin ended the topic with this sentence, and asked, "Where's the list on Tequila's side?"

"Brother, that list caught the attention of the police at that time...Well, anyway, we have to think of other ways." Vodka replied tactfully.

...Another trash, even because of being involved in a vendetta by passers-by...

Forget it, don't think about it, the mind is full of waste, which affects the mood.

Vodka, a career expert who is good at reading the air, brought the topic back to this mission without a single trip, and found a way for the elder brother to vent his anger. Don't get angry at him, no matter what: "Brother, today's mission is still It's quite easy, I saw the person opposite was very excited to get the suitcase, is this a very valuable thing?"

"It's something that can make a lot of money, of course I'm excited." Qin Jiu sneered twice, "I think that person is sitting in his seat, looking down at the last beautiful scenery."

"The last...?" Vodka asked Conan, who was eavesdropping, the doubts in his heart.

"That person has no meaning to the organization." Gin dusted off the soot, and said calmly, "The suitcases are filled with bombs, which will detonate when there is a strong vibration."

Vodka's hairs stood on end, and with gin in his eyes, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Then if that suitcase falls on the ground now, wouldn't it be..."

"Who would dare to let a treasure worth 3 million collide casually? But even so, that person will turn on the switch unsuspectingly at 10:[-]. It is a worthy death if the entire Shinkansen can be buried with it. "Thinking of this, Qin Jiu's irritable mood finally eased a little.

But when he looked down and saw the suitcase full of banknotes in his hand, he thought about how hard he went to get on public transportation, and the money he got back had to fall into the hands of those unreliable colleagues...

I heard that Bourbon is sending a note to increase the budget, saying that he plans to use Kumail's reputation to set up a detective agency to facilitate operations... The reason is very good, but the question is, what kind of detective agency can apply for the munitions budget enough to arm a company?

Forget about these, Kumail also booed after him, and even applied for a bulletproof pickup? !
Are they going to bloodbath Mihuacho by two people?

Gin's mood just rose a little and immediately fell to the ground.

Either it's trash, or it's not trash, it's a mouse, and it's not a mouse, it's not trash, it's a moth... Damn it!
Gin snorted, listened to the arrival announcement on the radio, and kicked the vodka with the tip of his shoe: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

Vodka, who was kicked innocently, silently cursed the unknown person who caused the elder brother's anger, honestly grabbed the suitcase, got up and followed behind Gin.

Conan was startled, and looked up at the direction of their seats. Even though they had already stood up and walked towards the exit, he couldn't help jumping up from their seats and rushed in their direction.

Don't go, what's the matter with the bomb!

And that drug that made him smaller!
How could he let them go away like this, he...

Conan tried his best to pull the distance between the two of them. Seeing Gin's long silver hair flying in front of his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab the hair in front of him——

"Are you crazy?" A hand quickly grabbed the bold Conan by the waist, and dragged him back, "Do you want to die?"

"I...!" Conan came back to his senses as if he was startled, looked up, and saw a pair of crimson eyes, which seemed to emit a faint red light in the slightly dim aisle, "Joker!"

"Hush!" The other party covered Conan's mouth, looked left and right vigilantly, put on his sunglasses, and said in a low voice, "You're actually going to pull Gin's hair...that's amazing."

"You know his code name, why..." Conan almost blurted out the question when he was in a tizzy.

"Change to another place." Tang Ze picked up Conan and nimbly ran up the stairs, "Your Xiaolan will come after you right away."

He brought Conan to the front of the second floor, opened the door of the special room, stuffed him in and locked it.

Conan sat down in the large leather seat, staring blankly at the small desk lamp on the table.

... He remembered that business rooms on the Shinkansen are not sold alone. Joker is a group ticket for one person and four people?
That's right, this guy is so proficient in hacking the stolen goods of the bandit group. There are a lot of gold coins alone. I am afraid that he has made money by relying on these methods for his secret activities. He is definitely quite rich.

In this way, he has the ability to get more property, but joker only chooses to eat black. In a sense, he is really a "strange thief" similar to Kidd.

"Why are you here?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"I should ask this question..." Conan's mouth twitched, and then he reacted, his eyes lit up, "Are you chasing gin and vodka?"

"That's right, I just got some news about their actions." The reason was briefly mentioned in one sentence, and he folded his arms, "Then I saw you pulling people's hair without fear of death... They are villains with guns, You are really not afraid that he will get angry and shoot you twice."

Speaking of this, Conan's expression tightened, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his cuff tightly, and said, "Stop talking about this, there is a bomb in the car! I heard their conversation, the two of them came to the car to trade with people , but what they gave each other was not the promised trading item, but a very powerful bomb! The bomb will explode in 10 minutes!"

"That is to say, the bomb is in the hands of the trader, not the car." Tang Ze's face became serious, "We have to find the trader, otherwise even if the vehicle stops and evacuates, the exact location of the bomb cannot be found. The threat is still there...detail what you heard."

Conan took a deep breath, calmed down, calmly recalled every detail he heard, and briefly recounted it to Tang Ze.

Listening, hearing the word "Kumell" from Conan's mouth, Tang Ze tried his best to control the urge to roll his eyes.

Gin vodka, you two colanders!
The information about the organization is almost leaking to you two!

If the two of them didn't pay attention to a slippery mouth and said all the names like Bourbon Belmode, the good guy Conan got the winery roster at the beginning of the game, you guys are still playing a fart!
The organization really can't beat the red side with its ability.

Tang Ze tried his best to block his complaints about his colleagues, and tried his best to focus on other information in Conan's words, pretending to be reasoning, and said slowly: "Since Qin Jiu can say, 'Looking down at the beautiful scenery' , that means the other party's seat is on the second floor."

Conan thought about what he said and nodded.

"It would be much simpler that way." Tang Ze clicked on the door, "The second floor is all special compartments except for the dining car. This is the business compartment, which is the ninth compartment. There are three business compartments in the compartment. This train I am the only one in the car. Then there are only two cars, No. 9 and No. 7. Think about whether there are more options that can be ruled out. Confirm the car number, and we will go there to check.

"But you only know the car number, so you still can't directly lock the suspect?" Conan frowned tightly, "I don't have enough time. Is it feasible to tell the police and search the cars one by one?"

"It doesn't matter, little detective." Tang Ze showed a warm smile from Brother Gu, and nodded his own sunglasses, "You just need to find the carriage...I will do the rest."

(End of this chapter)