Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"I heard that the Bloody Love you recently starred in was written by the producer Toriha. Mr. Toriha passed away unexpectedly. Do you have anything to say?"

The case happened at the Nichiuri TV station. Reporters who got the news came immediately. In just a few minutes, the entire room was surrounded by people.

"I'm sorry to hear this news," Yin Jiu lowered his head, his perfect profile half hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his true expression, "But I believe Mr. Maori will bring the criminal to justice."

On the other side, the interview with Matsuo was much more enthusiastic than that with Yin Jiu.

"I will definitely carry on Mr. Qufang's last wish and broadcast this program well! And that murderer, if you are dissatisfied with this, just come to me if you have anything to say! I will never run away!"

Matsuo's bold speech brought him applause.

"..."

Yin Jiu's eyes twitched slightly as he watched the scene. Then he turned around and saw Conan alone, holding a voice-changer bow in one hand and a gun in the other. He hurriedly ran past the crowd and sprinted towards the stairs to the upper level.

"???"gun?

Yin Jiu rubbed his eyes and looked at the stairs suspiciously again. Then he looked around and while everyone else's attention was attracted by Matsuo, he followed Conan quietly.

-

"The criminal is..." Conan's voice came intermittently from the room, but suddenly there was a slight knock on the door behind him, "!"

"Brother Yin... Brother Yin Jiu, why are you walking without making any sound?" Conan was so frightened that he almost threw the voice changer out of the window. Then his face immediately turned ugly.

"When did you come here?"

How much did this guy hear?

"Oh, I just saw you running out of the room with a gun. I thought it was strange so I followed you. Were you calling someone?"

Yin Jiu heard Conan's trembling voice and pretended to be calm as he walked two steps into the room. Then he snatched the realistic-looking model pistol from Conan's hand and weighed it in his hand. He immediately became serious.

"Even if it's a toy, you can't play with it randomly, especially at a crime scene. It would be terrible if the police arrested you as a suspect if you do this."

Hey, are you trying to scare the kids?

Conan wiped the cold sweat from his head, and seeing that Yin Jiu was still in the mood to scare him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seems that no one was discovered.

Then Conan had a new idea. He tugged at Yin Jiu's clothes and said, "Actually, this was given to me by Uncle Maori. He wanted my help..."

-

On the other side, Kogoro Mouri's reasoning was suddenly interrupted, and the expressions of several people present became anxious.

"Keep on, brother Mori! Who is the murderer?" Officer Kurome stood at the front, so anxious that he wanted to rush up to speak for Kogoro Mori.

Amuro Toru was much calmer. He gestured to keep calm and took the initiative to walk in front of Maori Kogoro, "Go call a doctor quickly. Cataplexy caused by narcolepsy can sometimes be very dangerous. If you don't treat it in time..."

"Ahem, I'm fine." Kogoro Mouri suddenly cleared his throat.

Toru Amuro was stunned and looked up and down the detective in front of him inconspicuously. Why did he feel that Detective Mori's voice was a little strange?

"Anyway, let's replay the criminal's crime process first."

"Jingle Bell!"

As Kogoro Mori finished his words, the phone in the room suddenly rang at this inopportune moment.

"Who's calling at this time?" His reasoning was interrupted again. Mumu walked over and picked up the phone with a complaining look on his face. Soon his expression became tense. "Hello, Yin Jiu? What happened?"

Toru Amuro was still observing Kogoro Mori. When he heard the familiar name, he immediately turned around and looked around the room. Sure enough, his silly roe deer was not there!

“Wh…what?!”

Officer Kurome's expression had turned into one of fear at this time. Amuro Toru's heart sank suddenly and he immediately rushed over to grab the microphone.

"Hello?! Xiaojiu, where are you?"

"I... help... help! I'm at the window... this side of the window." Yin Jiu's voice was weak, as if someone was strangling his neck hard. Amuro Toru's pupils suddenly shrank.

Officer Murume behind him had already taken action. The nimble fat man took only two steps and rushed to the window, looking out.

Then he saw a handsome young man in the dark night, half of his body leaning out of the upstairs window, and suddenly he gave him a bright smile.

"boom!"

Red liquid bloomed at Officer Murume's temple.

"You've been fooled~" Yin Jiu let go of the pistol with a look of pride at his successful prank, and the pistol smoothly fell into the room downstairs through the gap in the window that had not yet closed. A bit of experience points quietly rose.

Officer Murume finally reacted. He covered his heart which was about to jump out of his chest. His face turned pale and his legs became weak as he slowly slid to the ground.

Toru Amuro was originally very anxious, but now seeing Officer Kurome with a frightened look on his face, combined with Yin Jiu's witty words on the phone, there was nothing he didn't understand.

"Paint bullet." Amuro Toru glanced at Murasaki and showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "So that's how it is. The murderer used this method to create the illusion that the interviewer was shot in this room in a short period of time. Then the only person who had no alibi at the time and had a motive to do this was Mr. Matsuo, the host."

Toru Amuro followed Kogoro Mori's line of thought and deduced the next part.

-

The big screen in the department store outside the venue was playing the scene of Officer Mureme being hit in the temple.

"Brother, Glenfiddich..." Vodka held the steering wheel with both hands, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He quietly observed Gin's expression, but his heart was boiling.

What on earth was Glenfiddich doing? Was he shooting a policeman in front of the whole nation? Did he have a grudge against the Japanese police?

No, does Glenfiddich’s hatred for the Japanese police really go that deep?

Normally you can’t see it at all!

"That's a paintball." Gin didn't wear sunglasses, so he could see the color and texture of the blood more clearly. He was distracted for a moment before reacting, "Humph, let's go."

As the roar of the car engine sounded, the black Porsche 356A was like a cheetah. It paused for a moment at the outskirts of the crowd and then shot back into the endless darkness like an arrow.