Conan Dressed As Gin

Vodka watched his big brother just walk into the emergency room by himself.

After more than an hour of blood transfusion treatment, he was transferred to the ward.

The doctor is about to explode.

- After losing so much blood, he still remains awake, without shock and without becoming a vegetative state. This is a miracle! Especially when the patient actually walked into the emergency room by himself!

God knows he turned his head and looked so scared that the scalpel almost fell!

If you don't want to get on the stretcher, won't the man beside you support him! Can't you just press it **** the stretcher? Can't beat a single patient!

The doctor's face was terrifying the whole time, but he couldn't bear to preach about gin. After he came out, he grabbed the vodka and reprimanded it loudly for a long time, frightening the big man, just nodding his head.

Because of the use of the medicine, Shan Heqing's body had no effect on the anesthesia. During the operation, he took out bullets from his whole body, which made him want to say goodbye manually.

After being transferred to the ward, he only needs to infuse fluids for a few more days and stay in bed for a week or two.

Because after using the medicine, his cells are very active, and the wound will heal quickly.

But Shan Heqing didn't plan to do this - neither the boss nor the mission would allow him to rest for so long.

He slept exhausted in the hospital, and by the afternoon of the next day, he already felt much better.

Belmod just called to say that there was a new progress in the mission.

"The man was not the murderer before. In Hachioji City, a painter named Shindo Sumire said she had relevant clues. The police have already taken action," she said.

After a pause, Belmod asked teasingly: "GIN, I heard that passersby witnessed a man in black covered in blood and stumbled away. It looked very miserable, isn't that you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Shan Heqing's face suddenly turned dark, and he motioned for Vodka to hang up.

"Oh, oh, this is really strange." Before hanging up, he could still hear Belmode's faint laughter.

Shan Heqing's face darkened.

It was actually witnessed and passed into Belmod's ears. It's so rude! !

"Brother, then... what should I do. Even if I leave now, I can't get there before them." Vodka said.

"You'll be there before them." Shan Heqing calmed down and said coldly, "Call Chianti."

Vodka does the same.

The two of them who completed the mission of the **** organization's base still returned to the overpass to stand by.

After receiving the call, Cohen looked into the distance with a telescope: "Sure enough, it's here."

Chianti excited: "The time is right!"

They set up their sniper/sniper rifles and aimed them at the roaring police car in the distance.

It can be seen from a distance that a man and a woman are sitting left and right in the police car. If Conan was there, they would definitely be able to recognize the two - it was Officer Sato and Officer Takagi.

"I choose the woman here," Cohen said.

"Then I want this sweet boy." Chianti whistled.

The two looked through the eyepieces, paused for a second, and fired at the same time.

- As long as the police car is blocked and the vodka is set off immediately, they will definitely be able to find Xintang Sumire before them.

This is what Shan Heqing planned.

Chianti and Cohen also did the job perfectly.

After the vodka left, he was left alone in the ward.

He looked at his infusion bottle, thoughtful.

...Why does the name Shindo Sumire seem familiar? Even asking Chianti and Cohen to block the police car on the flyover felt very familiar...

Could it be that this is an episode of Conan? But Conan's plot is too long, and he only remembers the general plot about the organization, and forgets the details.

…

Conan, who was investigating the case, put a bug/listener in Uncle Mouri's pocket.

So these days, he has been listening to the police's movements while investigating on his own.

But just yesterday, he noticed a strange news.

During the meeting, the police department temporarily received other news - a group of thugs shot wantonly in a building, and there are many innocent ordinary people in the shopping mall of that building. And when the police department sent people to suppress it, all the vehicles were actually blocked halfway by the car accident! Blocked for almost twenty minutes. No one will believe that this is not man-made!

When the police arrived, they found that the building had exploded and was blown into rubble. Many corpses could only be found inside, but no more could be discerned.

Conan's mind was mainly on the case related to the organization, so he only kept that matter in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after another meeting this afternoon, when he came to the Metropolitan Police Department to look for his uncle (actually to look for Ireland.), he heard a sentence at the corner downstairs.

"GIN, I heard that yesterday a passerby saw a man in black covered in blood and stumbled away. It looked very miserable, isn't that you?"

That voice was... Belmod!

Conan became cautious, and quietly looked around the corner. After the corner was an ornamental flower bed outside the Metropolitan Police Department, which was now empty. On the other side of the flower bed, a figure stood vaguely.

At this distance, it stands to reason that ordinary people cannot hear the voice over there, unless it is spoken loudly. But Conan really heard that.

Belmod laughed and said again: "Oh, oh, this is really strange."

When did his hearing become so acute?

—Wait, the key is what Belmod said.

Conan's face became solemn involuntarily.

Is Gin hurt?

He left with blood all over his body, looking very miserable—

And why does Belmod say strange?

Could it be... Is Gin seriously injured?

Yesterday... If you want to talk about what happened yesterday, you can only think of the explosion of the building with the thugs.

Could it be that what happened yesterday was also done by the organization?

Conan couldn't care less about finding Ireland.

He was going to go to yesterday's building first, to ask witnesses what they saw.

— This is also to get close to the organization.

He said to himself secretly.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the three mines of "Slaughter Sheng"!

Thanks for a mine from "Nanju"~

Thanks "zr" for a grenade!

Thanks for a mine of "_(:з"∠)_"~

Thanks for a mine from "Brother Gin"~

Thanks to "Han Ya" for a mine~

Ah, the night before yesterday really hurt me. I was lying dead all day yesterday. I don't really want to write an article today, but if I don't write this week's list, it will be hard.

Huh, so today is still a chapter.

I hope this week's list is 15,000== because I can't always tell the number of words on my list...