Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

"When you voluntarily hand over the documents on your phone, our attention is drawn to your phone and we ignore your cautious nature and the subsequent step of searching your body."

"You were also very calm, so when the data in your phone was destroyed, your focus was not on the destruction of the data, but on Bourbon's current position."

The more Gin analyzed, the paler Conan's face became.

Things have come to this, so let's just get this out in the open.

Conan forced himself to calm down, but when he looked up at Gin, he couldn't help but his legs trembling.

This damn body made him weaker than Gin in terms of momentum. However, even if he was in his original body now, he would probably be no match for Gin!

Officer Takagi left in a hurry just now, so he didn't have time to ask Officer Shiratori when he would be back.

If no one else shows up, I'm afraid he will...

"You are scared." Gin said in a very affirmative tone, "It doesn't matter, there are things that will scare you more."

He threw the empty cigarette in his mouth onto the ground, then stepped on it and crushed it.

Lei, who saw this scene through the scope, couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that at this time, Gin still remembered to abide by the moral standards of public places. He should become a policeman."

Bourbon, who had already rushed over to meet him, put down his binoculars and rolled his eyes without caring about his image.

"If he really cared about order, he shouldn't have thrown his cigarette butt on the ground."

Lei comforted him: "Don't be so serious, Zero. For an old smoker, not using matchsticks to clean the soles of his shoes and throwing cigarette butts around is already his biggest concession."

"whispering sound!"

In the scope, Conan didn't know why Gin said such a thing. He was stunned and asked: "What do you mean by more frightening? Are you going to kill me?"

Gin looked down at him with contempt in his eyes.

"Kill you? No, that would make the world less fun. I want you to live, Kudo Shinichi."

Without waiting for Conan to speak, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance of the city.

"Do you know what happens to those who are infected and have no cure?"

Conan's pupils suddenly dilated and his face suddenly looked shocked.

"Don't you know? What will happen to them?!"

"Although we haven't investigated it yet, I think you know what methods those high-ranking officials will choose when dealing with troubles that cannot be eliminated."

Gin looked at the cold sweat on his forehead, pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled maliciously: "Yes, they will all be executed!"

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“The bodies of those who died would be sent to the incinerator for centralized disposal. No matter what kind of virus it is, they believe that as long as the source of infection is isolated and destroyed, the disaster will stop. However, things are not as simple as they think.”

Hearing Gin's nonchalant words, Conan couldn't help but yell at him: "Why didn't you stop them?! If this disaster continues, won't the members of your organization be implicated?!"

The wind seems a little noisy today.

Conan listened to the wind whistling past his ears and began to shiver as he felt his body become cold.

Suddenly, Gin's smile widened.

Conan paused.

That's right! Since they created the zombie virus, they must have a way to control it. This is also a way for them to exclude dissidents!

Conan took a deep breath, as if he finally understood why Gin came to him.

This man was not in a hurry to snatch the information that could destroy the entire organization from him. He was probably sure that he was now desperate.

Then, it’s time to talk about the deal.

Conan looked down at the USB drive in his hand, his eyes became firm, and his expression became solemn and serious.

"You know, I hate your organization. I hate the way you turned me into a child. I also hate your unscrupulous style of achieving your goals. I wish I could uproot your entire organization!"

But if the final victory in the confrontation is based on the assumption that many people will die, then all efforts will be meaningless.

Conan raised the USB flash drive in his hand and threatened: "You must stop the spread of this zombie virus and cure those infected. Otherwise, I will send the prepared backup to the police at the Metropolitan Police Department."

"The storm will not last long. When the sun comes out again, your organization that relies on darkness to survive will be completely destroyed and exposed!"

Gin stopped smiling and looked grim.

"You haven't figured out your current situation, Kudo Shinichi." He took out his cell phone and played a video for him.

"Now you should beg for mercy from me instead of standing here and being so arrogant to me."

When Conan saw that the protagonist in the video was his father, his pupils trembled violently.

In the video, Kudo Yusaku said to the person holding the phone: "Mr. Lancer, I hope you don't forget the promise between us--"

"Once I die, no one in your organization will embarrass my wife and children again."

Lancer's voice was off-camera: "Of course, Mr. Kudo Yusaku. If Lingzi behaves himself and no longer pursues or targets the organization, Gin and I will spare his life."

"The following words are for my proud son—"

“Knowing that progress has its limits, there is nothing wrong with retreating.”

"People don't have to follow one path to the end... Shinichi, I hope you can live a good and happy life in the future."

After saying this, he raised the pistol to his temple without hesitation.

“Dad——!”

A heart-wrenching roar resounded through the sky.