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

"Why do you have the Doctor's detective badge?!"

While the person in front of him was not paying attention, Conan ran to a corner and hid there to talk to Lancer.

The man on the other end of the badge chuckled, his tone seemed very calm: "Why do I have such a prop that only children like to use? You are so smart and a famous detective, shouldn't it be easy to guess it?"

Dr. Agasa disappeared, and Haibara fell into the hands of the organization.

It was a simple matter for Lancer to get the detective badge.

After calming down, Conan asked again: "Did you know that the detective badge can pass the security check of the quarantine area?"

"Of course. After all, the organization's shadow is everywhere. Even in the crowded quarantine area, there are people from our organization."

Is it possible to achieve this level...

Conan shuddered.

The sun was shining brightly today, but as he stood in the warm sun, he felt a chill spreading from within his body.

"So, you contacted me with your detective badge, probably for more than just a greeting, right?"

Lanser said: "Of course, if you die, life will be too boring. So I decided to give you a hint. Whether these people can survive depends on your efforts."

When he said this, Conan's eyes widened: "So, you have a way to save these infected people?"

"It depends on your performance." Lanser's voice contained a warning: "If you still insist on going against me, they will die because of your persistence."

"The death toll reported in the news before was just some cold numbers to you through the screen. You feel sad for their death, but you are not angry."

"So, you should experience death up close. Stay angry, so that you can save them, understand?"

The heavy blows and stimulation left Conan unable to fight back. The only thing he could do now was to rescue Xiaolan.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want me to do? Where is Xiaolan?"

"If you ask me, I don't know either. But you can find an old employee who has stayed here in the old pharmaceutical factory. Only he knows how to cross the high mesh fence in the middle and enter the isolation area on the opposite side."

Old employee?

Conan asked, "What's his name? What does he look like?"

The communication with the detective badge was directly cut off, and the person on the other end obviously didn't have the patience to continue answering his questions.

Conan hid in the corner and cursed, and only left the corner after he had regained his composure.

On the old red brick wall, a small mechanical bee with flashing scarlet electronic eyes followed quietly behind.

Giving priority to the families of the infected and placing them in the same group is the last kindness the managers here give to these people who will not live long.

Because the symptoms of the infected vary in severity, strangers may not help take care of each other, so care from family members becomes particularly important at this time.

“But why is it that on the other side of the fence, people are segregated by gender?”

Conan was puzzled by this question.

He was assigned to a large room with adults and the elderly. The rooms were very spacious, with about ten people sleeping in one. The gaps between the simple iron beds were very small, only enough for two adults to sleep side by side.

Conan wasn't sure if he really wouldn't be infected, and he was a little nervous when he was asked to come in and hold the quilt.

But I can't care about that right now.

He had to hurry and find the old employee who had been staying in the pharmaceutical factory.

"Hey, aren't you Conan who has been following Mr. Maori?"

A man with a coral head squatted down and wanted to touch Conan's head, but his hands were wrapped in thick gauze, and he retracted his hand halfway.

Conan looked up and was stunned.

"Officer Yokomizo?!"