Conan: I won’t clean up my innocence after joining the organization

In the back seat of the car, a familiar face appeared.

Chianti's heart trembled, and he laughed out loud the next second.

"Rye!"

As soon as the code name Rye came out, Cohen's hand holding the steering wheel froze slightly.

The sniper that had been put down was picked up again. In the unstable car being chased, Chianti was smiling, but his expression was much more serious.

The muzzle of the gun kept moving as the car shook.

The place where you aim is constantly shaking.

"Cohen, drive more carefully!"

After firing several shots in a row without hitting, Chianti roared in dissatisfaction.

However, Cohen did not reply.

It was the best situation for him, who was not very good at driving skills, to avoid being overtaken by Akai Shuichi.

But no matter how hard he drove the vehicle, he couldn't get rid of the person behind him.

Two cars were speeding down the driveway.

Chianti took aim and fired a shot, but Shuichi Akai easily dodged the bullet.

"Tires," Cohen said.

Cursing under his breath, Chianti responded angrily, "I got it."

She fired again, but reality seemed to have played a joke on her.

For some reason, that man seemed to be extremely lucky. No matter how hard she fired, she couldn't hit him.

A shot blew out the wheels of a passing truck. Chianti watched the truck with a flat tire begin to skid, and the body of the truck hit the car behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt a sense of unhappiness in his heart.

"Why did that guy show up here! Didn't that guy from GIN say he had already been killed?"

Cohen's hand relaxed for a moment, and he, who had been silent, finally had a chance to speak.

"Kiel said to kill him, but Xueshu killed him afterwards."

"Tsk, Kil." Chianti thought of the woman and sat back down in her seat angrily.

After connecting the communication again, Chianti said a few words to Rum.

Provoked, Rum hung up the phone.

The car was driving on the cross-sea bridge, and Cohen rolled down the window.

The salty and sweet sea breeze made Chianti feel much better.

She tilted her head and looked at Cohen, "Drinking tonight?"

"Yeah." Cohen responded.

As if remembering the past, Chianti laughed.

Cohen glanced at her but said nothing.

Already accustomed to Chianti's nervous expressions from time to time, Cohen was just fulfilling his role as a driver.

"Cohen, how long have we been working together?"

"Seven years."

"Time flies so fast."

"Ah."

"How about you say a few more words today?"

"why?"

Thinking of a person in his mind, his mood became irritable for a moment. Chianti waved his hand, "It's nothing."

One thousand meters away from the car.

A person climbed out of the burning truck, and traffic was paralyzed.

A figure wearing a knitted hat got out of the car. He used the blind spot after the truck rolled over to set up his sniper rifle.

The scope was trained on the moving vehicle.

The next second, the trigger clicked.

The bullet passed through traffic and entered the car.

A bullet hole was shot directly through the driver's seat and the person sitting in the driver's seat.

The bullet pierced Cohen's lung and spattered blood on the steering wheel.

Chianti, who was about to turn around when he heard the noise, felt the car skid for a moment, hit several cars one after another, and completely stalled before coming to a stop.

Chianti climbed out of the car, with a hole in his stomach, and his internal organs, which had been shattered by the car accident, leaked out.

Pulling open the almost deformed car door, she reached out and pulled out the person in the driver's seat.

At this time, Cohen was already in a state of taking in more air and leaving less air.

"Hey, wood."

She held on to the figure that had been breathing out more and taking in less air, and forced a smile from the past.

Cohen's lungs were shot through and he vomited blood every time he spoke.

Pulling hard on his stinging body, he responded.

"what's up?"

"It seems that we both have to stay here today."

"..." Cohen did not speak, or he no longer had the energy to speak.

"In the next life, I will still protect you." Chianti laughed.

She always laughs like this, as if with such a smile, other things are no longer daunting.

The gunfire in the distance started again.

The bullet passed through the eye tattooed with a swallowtail butterfly pattern and cracked her skull open.

The gorgeous butterflies withered in that bay.

The two of them fell into the biting sea until they were completely hidden.

……

Train, Hashimoto Station.

The girl with long orange hair and ponytail looked at the man who was almost caught for questioning just a moment ago and smiled from ear to ear.

She patted the man on the shoulder, showing off her big sisterly air.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"How about you call me sister? I'll protect you?"

The short-haired man wearing a baseball cap took a long time to speak.

"No."

"Tch, boring, like wood." The girl waved her hand, as if she remembered something, she looked at herself in the window glass.

The hair on the side of her ears was lifted up by her hand, and she said, "It's decided, I'm going to change my hairstyle today."

She grabbed the man who was about to leave and grabbed his straight hair under his baseball cap.

"You come with me, you get a wavy perm, and I get a short haircut. We will definitely be a good match."

"I don't..." Before the man could finish his words, he was pulled away by the woman.

"By the way, I'll introduce you to someone when the time comes."

"Do not want to."

"Don't worry, he is just like you, you can definitely chat."

"..."

……

In the blink of an eye, this is already the third year since the two have partnered.

The man with wavy hair looked at the tattoo on the corner of the short-haired girl's eye.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the silence continued.

The short-haired girl took several photos of herself one after another, and was particularly satisfied with the tattoo on the corner of her eye.

"Cohen, what do you think? Is she so cool?"

The man didn't speak. He just didn't want his hair to look too explosive, so he put on the baseball cap again.

Applying purple lip gloss that ordinary people can't control on her lips, the girl laughed confidently.

"I've got my quote figured out."

"When my butterfly flaps its wings, someone dies."

"Listen, is it cool?"

The girl was particularly satisfied with this sentence and even explained a lot about her swallowtail butterfly tattoo to the man.

Cohen, who had been listening for a long time, looked at Chianti, who didn't know why he was talking so much, and spoke.

"We need to open our eyes at the same time when we snipe."

"What do you mean?"

"So butterflies don't flap their wings." The man said a few more words than usual.

The girl was stunned and waved her hands reluctantly.

"Forget it, it's true that this kind of literary and artistic thing is just confusing to people."

Her mood soon improved.

He took the wine glass from the man.

Chianti in a wine glass meets Cohn in a man’s glass.

She laughed.

"Don't worry, sister can still protect you."

The man looked at it for a long time and nodded.

"Ah."