[Conan Doujin] Let's become smaller together · Part 1

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Whiskey stumbled forward.

Knowing even less than Belmore, there was only one thought left in his mind, and it was the one that prompted him to venture in.

His and Shirley's physical condition is only average in the organization-although it is not bad for people outside.Shirley can bring down a grown man with her bare hands, and he can bring down two.In terms of brain and spirit, he and Shirley are not inferior to anyone.But the fake police lady and the teenager who called the police are not necessarily the same.The idea that the development of the brain is the key was denied by him, so he turned his attention to a sufficiently strong body.

So he wanted to come and try, to see if the body trained by the organization could withstand APTX4869.

The barefooted black-haired juvenile cat sneaked into the room where Cohen was.

Cohen suddenly didn't realize that the scythe of death was approaching behind him. He was still listening intently to the news reported from various places in the earphone, and focused on aiming at every corner of the first floor from the rooftop on the fourth floor.

Belmode discovered the whiskey, but she didn't say anything, but instead helped him knock out a member of the organization.

Chianti was rambunctiously wandering aimlessly from floor to floor with a gun in hand.

Bourbon and Keel stood guard on the roof, staring at the escape passages outside the two buildings and every street that could approach the building.

Gin was typing on his computer in the useless monitoring room to check the route of the red dot.It's a pity that the floor is too high, and the satellite positioning can't achieve layering. You can only see a group of red dots running around chaotically, and the purple dot representing Shirley (Belmode) is also stopping and going.

It didn't take long for him to see something was wrong.

One red dot did not move.

"Everyone except Korn, Bourbon and Kir, go to C3 to see what's going on." He simply ordered.Vodka then took over the microphone and carefully assigned who went to which floor and who went to which floor.

The three red dots didn't move, and the others gathered towards a certain place.

Of course there is no red dot representing whiskey.Because he smashed the identification badge right after he came in.

Therefore, the record of the detection door will show that all staff entered, but the information of whiskey will not be displayed on the screen of gin.

Gin obviously knows this too, so doesn't rely too much on the screen.

However, even though the venue has been cleared two or three times, why can't the missing whiskey be found?Or, in fact, when the organizer entered for the second time, he disguised himself as a second person?But whiskey is not Belmode, how could it be possible to change clothes as you like...

"Slogan." He added.

The hypnotic fumes of the whiskey were already around Cohen.

Unsuspecting, Cohen fell asleep on the ground.

Who would have thought that this room, locked from the inside and only accessible through a small broken window, could be invaded?

Whiskey drank him the medicine that had 4 successful experimental subjects although the effect was not the same, and crushed the microphone on his collar.

The soft cracking sound was not very noticeable in the continuous reports, especially the sound of many people kicking away things blocking the way.Not noticed by the gin and vodka.

And the personnel are all concentrated in the C3 area which is far enough away from here, no matter which floor it is, so basically no one heard the tragic explosions coming from here.

Except Belmode who was prepared.

Of course, she would not pay attention to this kind of "creation of the same kind". She obeyed Gin Jiu's order and appeared in front of each member in the image of Shirley.Waiting for 'whiskey masquerading as one' to pop up.

What an interesting thing~