【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

Suwa Yuji was finally taken away by the police together with his body, leaving only a mess in the house.

The house servants and maids started cleaning the place.

Maru Inoko held Dr. Hatano's hand, her expression still a little dazed.

My husband died suddenly, and my affair was put to rest. I also inherited a large amount of inheritance. This... suddenly made me lose money?

Ruo Muliang glanced at Mrs. Maru Inoko, the biggest winner in the whole competition, and coughed lightly.

"Although it may be inappropriate to say this now, I wonder if it would be convenient for Madam to talk about the meeting."

Maru Inoko subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered the death of Maru Denjiro, and her movements suddenly froze.

"Well, Mr. Ruomu, if you don't mind, I would like to check whether this interview is mortgaged by my husband. If so, I can give you the contact information of that person. Maybe it will be better if you talk to him. good."

"no problem."

After moving to the living room and waiting for a while, Maru Inoko came out holding a wooden box.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. My husband bought this mask at an auction many years ago. It cost about 10 million yen at that time. If Mr. Ruoki likes it..."

Marudoko was weighing the appropriate discount in her mind. After all, this mask seemed ordinary to her.

"Please give me your bank account number."

It's only 10 million, not to mention that the organization can reimburse it. Even if it can't, it's just the living expenses of a Conan. It's not that expensive based on his assets.

Maru Inoko:......

Today, is today the ultimate lucky day?

Five minutes later, Marudoko received the transfer notification from the bank, and finally felt a little bit more realistic about getting rich instantly.

I have decided that I will go to the shrine every month to fulfill my vows and become a devout believer!

the other end.

After bidding farewell to the Maori family, Ruo Muliang held the wooden box and sent an email to Mr. Model Worker.

[If you can meet me, where can I send it to?——Sangria]

[Send it to the research room, I’ll wait for you here——GIN]

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Gin was incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire institute, but he obviously didn't care about this. He leaned against the wall and looked at the brown-haired girl in front of him with murderous eyes.

"Why are I forbidden to see my sister?!"

The other white coats around were trembling, but no one dared to stand up and speak out for the girl.

"Gin-senpai, it's not good to bully girls."

Ruo Muliang took a moment to switch to Sangria state, and carried the wooden box to the inside of the research institute.

Gin: "You came just in time. You just happened to accompany Shirley on a mission."

Wakamu Ryo handed the box containing the noodles to Gin, who took a look at it and reached out to take it.

"What kind of mission requires the scientific research team to go out together? Is there anyone left in the action team?"

Shirley over there had a dark face and said nothing.

Gin sneered and said, "It's not a dangerous mission. It's just to check the status of all the deceased people who have taken APTX-4869. She has been holding it in for a long time in the laboratory, so let her go out and relax."

Wakamu Ryo glanced at the list on the table, and not surprisingly saw Kudo Shinichi's name. The status following the name was unknown.

"Kudo Shinichi?"

"Well, it's just a trip."

And it was a very convenient way. I checked out Fuji Shinichi's house, and I found my own home just over the wall.

"Do you have to send someone to monitor me even for this kind of mission? Gin?"

Miyano Shiho gritted his teeth and stared at the two people in front of him. If his anger could be turned into substance, I believe that Gin and Wakamu Ryo would be in a sea of ​​fire at this moment.

Isn't this better than Bo Ran?

"You don't have to go. Didn't Black Death Wine just pick up another experimental sample? She should be very happy for you, the chief, to help."

Black Death Wine is the second-in-command in the laboratory, with authority second only to Shirley. The so-called experimental samples are naturally living people.

Not all of the operations team's missions include silence, and there are often times when they are captured alive and then tortured for information. Even if these people could make it out of Rum's interrogation room alive, they would be immediately sent to the operating table in the laboratory.

Shirley is naturally extremely averse to human experimentation.

The reason for the quarrel with Gin was not only Gin's prohibition on seeing her sister, but also human experimentation.

Shirley took two deep breaths, her chest rising and falling violently.

If he hadn't been well aware of the difference in force between the two sides, Wakamu Ryo would have no doubt that Shirley wanted to stick her high heels on Gin's face.

"I'm going to prepare something."

The brown-haired girl coldly replied, turned and left the room.

The remaining people in white coats also dispersed under Gin Jiu's cold eyes.

Ruo Muliang glanced at Shirley's back, then at Gin, whose hair was getting lighter, and touched his chin thoughtfully.

Was Shirley deliberately looking for an excuse to temporarily leave the lab because she didn't like human experimentation?

After all, after Miyano Akemi proposed the idea of ​​"leaving the organization with her sister," the level of surveillance around Shirley has become so tight that except for taking a shower and going to the toilet, at least three people are watching her at all times. to the extent.

Even when I was sleeping, there were five or six pairs of eyes outside the room staring at the bedroom door.

Unless she was on a mission, she would never leave the laboratory. .

Tsk tsk, can’t you tell, Qin-chan, it turns out you are like this Qin-chan.

Gin's eyes under the brim of his hat became a little more sinister, and he said coldly: "I don't know what you are thinking, but the look in your eyes is disgusting."

Wakamu Ryo looked away and wisely changed the subject.

"So what's the secret behind this mask?"

Gin opened the small wooden box containing the mask and threw the mask aside carelessly.

“It’s not the mask that’s important, it’s the box.”

He fumbled and pressed a few rhythmically on a certain location at the bottom of the box, and an extremely thin compartment appeared inside the box. Inside the compartment was something wrapped in waterproof paper and a thin film.

Gin stuffed the thing into his pocket and had no intention of sharing the information with Wakamu Ryo.

Ruomu Liang:......

Let’s just say, how many years have passed since the auction? What if someone doesn’t like the original box and replaces it with a new box?

Probably because Wakamu Ryo's curiosity was too obvious, Gin twitched his lips and reluctantly explained: "This thing once belonged to the Karasuma Group and is very important to the organization."

Ruo Muliang was shocked, and even wanted to @Conan manually. Come and see, the main plot you want has appeared!

"If you want to know more, just ask the BOSS yourself."

At this time, Shirley, who had changed her clothes, opened the door and came in.

It was indeed too conspicuous to wear a white coat to break into a house at night, so she changed into a black leather coat and carried a motorcycle helmet in her hand.

I almost forgot, before Shirley became Ai-chan, she was also a motorcycle girl riding a Harley.

Then the problem is coming.

Wakamu Ryo, who doesn’t have his own car, will he run after Shirley’s motorcycle?

She ran away, he chased, and they all... No, although his physical fitness was very good, it didn't mean that he could outrun a motorcycle on foot.

Miyano Shiho glanced at Wakagi Ryo's expression and threw the helmet in his hand to him. The expression on his face could be understood as a bit of ridicule.

"Humph, a brat is a brat."

Ruomu Liang:......

I know that Sangria's baby face is young and he looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, but as for every bottle of wine, do you have to say to him that a kid is a kid?

This stalk can't pass, right?

Locomotive sorrow

PS: Brennivin is Iceland’s specialty wine. It is brewed from potatoes and coriander. In addition, some cumin and angelica are added for seasoning.