Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Sister...she shouldn't be so cruel..."

Dongfang Haoyue recalled that her sister had never contacted her from the time she was born to the several months after she turned 18. She looked at Kudo Shinichi anxiously. The more she spoke, the less trust he felt in her. She seriously suspected that her sister would watch Yuanta and the others being brutally murdered.

On the other side, above the galaxy.

Dongfang Mingri stood on the starry sky, secretly peeping at Dongfang Haoyue's daily life through a huge light curtain, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.

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at the same time.

On the busy road, cars were coming and going, and a left-hand drive black Porsche 356A was speeding.

The middle-aged man, Gin, was sitting in the driver's seat on the left side of the front row. He was wearing a black extra-long windbreaker with a gray lining, a black and gray round hat, and a gray seat belt with a cold and aloof look. His long silver hair fell behind his thighs and his bangs covered his eyes. He was tall, with a fair complexion and a sharp look in his eyes, which was chilling.

He looked at the wide road outside the windshield, holding the silver mobile phone to his ear in his left hand, casually holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and letting go of the silver steering wheel with his right hand, reaching straight for the silver cylindrical cigarette lighter embedded in the middle of the center console, and nonchalantly confirmed:

"Is that so? We still haven't found that guy."

"I'm sorry, brother. I've tried my best to find it."

On the phone, the middle-aged man, ウォッカ (Vodka), sincerely apologized and said something unbelievable:

"I still can't believe it... I can't believe that guy disappeared into a place like that."

"Heh, no body means that guy is not dead yet."

Gin smiled coldly, holding the cigarette lighter and burning the cigarette in his mouth calmly, with a few gray smoke floating in the air, and gave a bone-chilling instruction:

"Anyway, find that guy as soon as possible and bring him to me.

If someone learns about the organization from that guy, that won’t be good.”

As Gin spoke, the gray smoke from his cigarette floated unscrupulously in the car. The corners of his mouth curled up into an evil arc, and his whole body exuded an extremely dangerous aura. His sharp red pupils burst into a sinful brilliance, and he added with contempt for life:

"Of course, whether that guy lives or dies is irrelevant."

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at the same time.

Lianhe Building, a dimly lit narrow staircase leading from the second floor to the third floor.

Kudo Shinichi led Dongfang Haoyue on his left and quickly climbed the stairs. He turned to look at her and said cautiously in a low voice:

"In short, we can't expect Miss Mingri to protect Yuantai and the others. We must lead them away from here ourselves."

"Ok!"

Dongfang Haoyue nodded in agreement, worried that her sister would let Yuantai and the others die, so she nervously grabbed Kudo Shinichi's soft little hand.

On the other side, the newspaper office was brightly lit.

Genta Kojima stood far inside the door, with his back to the closed wooden door, casually rummaging through the drawer of the desk on the right until the next second.

"Hey, Genta?"

Ayumi Yoshida stood behind Kojima Genta on the left, with her right hand clenched and her knuckles against her red lips. She thought that Conan's reasoning might be wrong, that this was not a place to make counterfeit money, and that she and others had trespassed into a legal area without permission.

Ayumi withdrew her uneasy gaze from Genta, turned back to look at the wooden door, and suggested worriedly:

"Let's get out of here. If someone comes, they will be angry and scold us."

"Long-winded."

Kojima Genta eagerly searched the drawer, turned to look at Yoshida Ayumi, and rejected it with dissatisfaction:

"If you want to go home, go alone, Ayumi!"

On the other side, there was a dim and narrow wooden corridor outside the door.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stopped side by side outside the door, and sensitively heard the rough voice of Kojima Genta coming from inside the door. They temporarily ignored his unscrupulous words and deeds, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and thought fortunately:

"Great, nothing's happened to anyone. We need to get them out of here quickly."

As Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi were thinking about it, they reached out for the door handle at the same time and were about to grab it.

"So much for the detective game."

A fat man stood between Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, wearing a sleeveless gray vest and a black shirt, arc-shaped sunglasses and a black baseball cap turned upside down. In his right hand, he held a black pistol with the safety bolt fastened and pointed it back and forth at the back of their heads.

The man looked down at Haoyue and Xinyi, and chuckled like a hungry tiger catching a sheep:

"kid."

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi's pupils shrank when they heard this. They dared not to act rashly. Their right hands hung stiffly in front of the door handle, and a drop of sweat flowed on their white cheeks.

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After a very short time.

The spacious room further to the left of the newspaper office was brightly lit and had a closed wooden door.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood side by side one meter inside the door, with their backs to the wooden door, their hands hanging down on both sides, carefully examining the room, and carefully discovered...

A gorgeous woman stood inside the closed white folding shutters with her back to the window. She was wearing a black dress that reached her knees, gold earrings, a black round hat, and a necklace with several circles of small white pearls. Her hair was golden and fell around her neck. She was wearing dark lipstick.

A young boy stood on the left of the woman. He was wearing a blue shirt and had short black hair. His arms and body were tied with ropes. He had a handsome face.

The taller man stands to the left of the younger boy, his attire unchanged.

An elderly man stands to the left of the taller man. He is wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and a black baseball cap. His right arm is wrapped in a bandage, with one end of a longer white cloth wrapped around his neck and the other end tied around his right hand and hanging on his lower abdomen. He has a white beard and short hair.

A white computer screen stood on the desk to the left of the elderly man, displaying the surveillance images of the office.

The fatter man stood between Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, with his back to the door. He held a pistol in his right hand and let it hang to the right. He pointed at Haoyue and Shinichi with his left hand, and looked straight ahead at the beautiful woman. He reported with satisfaction:

"I wanted to catch those little mice in the office, but I unexpectedly caught two little mice outside the door."

"Oh?"

The gorgeous woman made a frivolous sound and walked slowly towards the wooden door. She looked back and forth at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi who were pretending to be uneasy. She stopped in front of the fatter man on the left and turned to look at him, and said elegantly:

"You stay here and watch over them. I will treat the remaining children well."

"It's just a small matter~"

The fatter man took two steps to the right, thereby moving away from blocking the wooden door, and faced the beautiful woman with a confident smile.

The woman stopped to the man's right, reached out to grasp the door handle, turned it gently, and pushed open the wooden door elegantly.

During this period.

The elderly man followed silently behind the beautiful woman on the right, looking at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi calmly, then looked at the wooden door.

The taller man pushed the young boy with one hand and followed the woman. He stared at the boy fiercely and threatened without question:

"Boy, don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

The young boy was forced to move forward, not daring to speak. He looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi cautiously, a look of worry appearing on his handsome face.

Haoyue and Xinyi looked up at the boy and made a calm judgment in their hearts:

"He should be Toshiya's brother."

At this moment.

The gorgeous woman walked out of the door, turned right, and walked elegantly along the corridor to the office. She reached her right hand into her skirt pocket and took out a black pistol coldly.

Older men, taller men and younger boys followed closely with mixed emotions.

The fatter man was leaning against the door from beginning to end. He turned 180 degrees, leaned forward slightly, turned his head and watched the beautiful woman, the elderly man, the taller man and the young boy open the wooden door of the office and walk in. He stood up, happily reached out to hold the door handle and was about to close the door.

"Shh!"

It was Kudo Shinichi who turned around and looked at the fatter man, raised his left hand to his chin, placed his right hand on the watch-style anesthetic gun on his left wrist, lifted the glass cover with his thumb, pressed the red launch button, and the sound of the anesthetic needle breaking through the air burst out.

The man was hit in the neck by an anesthetic needle and fell to the cold floor with a bang. He dropped his black pistol powerlessly and smashed it to the ground with a crisp sound.

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue turned around and looked at the fatter man lying on the ground with satisfaction. He took out the small custom-made police gloves from the left pocket of his shirt and handed them to Kudo Shinichi, who was closing the watch glass cover on the left and actively extending his hand. He muttered in a chatty manner:

"I never thought that our first anesthesia target would be this man."

"Before, Haoyue basically used the embroidery needle to deal with the prisoners. The tranquilizer gun that the doctor gave us was completely useless."

Kudo Shinichi calmly put on gloves, calmly pulled Dongfang Haoyue to the corridor outside the door on the right hand side of the fatter man, bent down to pick up the pistol in front of him and hung it in front of his chest, looked down at the pistol, confirmed that the safety bolt was fastened, and calmly put it into the left pocket of his black shorts.

Haoyue turned his head to the far right, looking at the office with open wooden doors and light seeping out, to confirm that the remaining prisoners had not noticed the movement here, and then looked at Shinichi who was looking back at the room, and whispered to seek advice:

"What should we do next, Shinichi?"