Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

Li Xingchen listened silently to the voice coming from the other end of the phone. Every word seemed to be uttered by an emotionless machine, cold and cruel, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart again and again.

He slowly closed his eyes, knowing full well that he must not panic at this moment, otherwise he would be exposed.

"Did you hear that, Jiannanchun?" The androgynous voice sounded again, with a hint of weirdness in it.

"I understand." Li Xingchen responded calmly. He had already secretly vowed in his heart that sooner or later he would destroy this organization. Such an existence should not exist in the world.

"Very good, a killer does not need emotions, let alone worthless companions." The voice responded coldly.

Li Xingchen didn't say anything more. For the first time, he took the initiative to hang up the phone and handed the mobile phone to the waiter next to him.

He walked down the stairs with heavy steps, his steps were a little staggering, because another close friend was about to leave, and he didn't know if he would be lucky enough to meet him again after this separation.

After taking the key from the front desk of the coffee shop, he walked through the side door and onto the busy street.

On the side of the street, a familiar black Porsche 911 was parked quietly, as if waiting for his return.

Li Xingchen walked to the front of the car, opened the door, and got in. He lowered his head and stared at the steering wheel, stretched out his hand and held it tightly, and couldn't help but hum. This car was Chivas' favorite, but now it will become a witness to his master's death.

After he walked all the way to the edge of the cliff, he slowly raised his phone and started dialing Chivas' number. Chivas made an excuse and went to a cliff, saying that he had something important to tell him.

Li Xingchen sat quietly in the car, waiting with a lollipop in his mouth. This was a rare moment of relaxation for him. He felt mixed emotions and some indescribable guilt.

I want to confess, but now is not the time.

The following scene was like a nightmare in Chivas's dream. Li Xingchen executed him personally and threw his body into the sea. However, what no one knew was that he had deliberately left a way for Chivas to survive, as long as he was lucky enough.

On the road, Li Xingchen held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and after repeatedly asking himself 12v several times in his heart, he felt a little relieved.

His goal now is to completely eliminate Carlos Max, at all costs.

Three hours later, he arrived at a bar.

"...I understand." Li Xingchen hung up the phone and drank the Coke in the glass in one gulp. His hand loosened and the glass fell on the table with a clang and broke into two pieces. He walked out without looking back, and the bartender also walked out silently and cleaned up the glass fragments on the table.

Cack! A crow stood on a nearby tree, tilting its head and staring at the headlights curiously.

Li Xingchen put on a new look and drove a Porsche 911 to the road opposite a villa in the wilderness. When passing a bus stop, a few drunk homeless people came up to watch the fun.

He turned off the engine and all the lights. According to the informant, Carlos Max was in the basement of this villa. There were probably many hidden guards around.

The sound of a car door opening was heard, and then Li Xingchen disappeared onto the main road, and there was no sign of him in the car.

"Where are the others?!" one of the homeless men whispered.

"Maybe he ran away?" said the homeless man who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, sitting up.

"Why don't we go over and take a look? This car is worth a lot of money. Let's see if we can find anything good there." Another homeless man rubbed his hands and said greedily.

However, he didn't know that among the three of them, he was the only one who was a real tramp.

"Are you looking for me?" A cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Who are you? Looking for you...ah." The homeless man who came later said without turning his head.

"You acted quite convincingly." Li Xingchen sneered.

"You, when did you get behind me? Hey, grab your weapons!" The homeless man who came later sobered up instantly and shouted to the other two.

"No need to shout, they have all gone to the Western Paradise." Li Xingchen patted his shoulder, then suddenly retracted his hand and shook it off, saying with disdain, "Could it be that a real homeless person is left behind? He stinks so much, the mud on his body could circle the earth."

"Don't kill me, I'll give you all the money, but I only have these few coins." The homeless man immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, throwing out all the money in the bag. Because he saw the two people who were still alive just now, their eyes were wide open, and a knife shining silver in the moonlight was stuck in their bodies.

He saw Li Xingchen approaching him step by step, and a smell of urine came from his pants.

With a bang, he also fell to the ground in a faint.

"What bad luck, I left a real homeless person behind." Li Xingchen knocked him unconscious with a knife, turned his wrist and whispered. He glanced at the cement pipe next to him and thought: I don't know how many secret guards there are around, so I'll hide these three people in the cement pipe next to me.

After hiding, Li Xingchen disappeared again and began to look for the secret sentries around him. He came here in a swagger, and there must be secret sentries who knew someone was coming. I guess the person underground already knew it.

In the basement of the villa, Carlos was leisurely smoking a cigar, and a man in plain clothes was bending over and standing in front of him to report the situation.

"You said someone is coming?" Carlos asked.

"Yes." The man replied with his head down.

"Where is he now?" Carlos was smoking a cigar with one hand, and the sleeve of his other arm was empty. His arm was chopped off by Jiannanchun, and he couldn't even find the severed limb.

"According to the information, the car has not moved. We don't know whether anyone came out or not." The man said with his head down.

"...Keep paying attention. I don't know who leaked the news that I was here, it should be him." Carlos smoked a cigar with one hand, his face was ferocious and terrifying, "I didn't expect that I didn't kill him in the hotel, and he even escaped."

"But no one should know about our transfer." The man slowly raised his head, feeling puzzled.

"We have a spy here, that must be the case. Once this crisis is over, I will clean up the rats in the organization." Carlos threw his cigar on the ground and said viciously.

"If it's really him, then we should..." the man said with some fear.

"Calm down! Since he came in alone, just leave him here!" Carlos turned his back and waved.

However, just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang. A man pushed the door open, rolled a few times, and fell at Carlos' feet. The man struggled on the ground, uttering a low, mournful sound.

"Who do you want to leave here?" Li Xingchen suddenly appeared at the door, holding a flying knife and making beautiful knife flowers between his fingers. Behind him were several figures lying motionless, obviously dead.

Carlos fell silent, with surprise and fear flashing in his eyes. It only took half an hour from the time he learned that Li Xingchen was here to the time he rushed in.