Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

As night fell, a black car quietly drove through the silent streets. Inside the car, Gin's eyes flashed with sharp light, as if they could penetrate the darkness and reach the target.

The lights on both sides of the street were sparse, illuminating only a small area, while the rest was submerged in darkness. The sound of cars passing by echoed in the empty streets, and was particularly clear. Inside the car, apart from the occasional breathing and the slight sound of the car engine, almost no other sound could be heard.

Gin gently picked up the phone, and the detailed information of the Suzuki Express on the screen was particularly clear under the dim light. He slid his fingers across the screen, as if thinking about something.

"Suzuki Express?" Gin muttered to himself, with a sneer on his face. "Such a conspicuous train, I really don't think Shirley would sit in it."

However, he immediately denied his judgment. He thought of Shirley's intelligence and her familiarity with escape. "That's why she might choose this train." He said to himself, "The train has private compartments. If she wants to avoid our search and leave Kanto by any means, doesn't it seem like a perfect way to get there?"

【Audience member Gin began to talk to himself, "Sometimes I don't think Shirley is difficult to deal with. I know her too well. I just don't understand why she always makes me fail like an idiot." 】

"I find it hard to believe what you just said." Gin replied coldly, "If Shirley is really on that train, don't you think it is the best hunting ground?"

"That's right," his deep voice echoed in the car, "As long as we can prevent her from getting off the car, it will be a prison that will run fast."

[From the audience's perspective, Gin has gone mad, and he's willing to destroy everything for even the slightest bit of information.]

He paused, as if thinking about Shirley's possible escape route, and then continued, "As long as we inflict terror on her like we're hunting a deer, she'll reveal her identity and stand in front of the gun."

"I specifically leaked such valuable information to you," Gin's voice suddenly became serious, "Do you know why?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and it was obvious that the other party was thinking about Gin's words. Gin did not urge him, but just waited quietly.

"Do you want me to not take any action without authorization before that iron snake returns to its nest?" The other party's voice finally sounded.

[Audience Gin saw this and turned to Vodka and asked, do you think Vermouth has already seen through my intentions?

Audience member Vodka laughed and said, "Brother, how is that possible? I just think you talk too much."

Gin was silent for a long time. If I didn't say anything, would there be a different result? 】

"That's right." Gin's answer was concise and powerful, "But I haven't heard the name Shirley from you for a long time, and I feel very good. Before, I was worried that you might have some weird sympathy for her among women."

His words revealed a warning and temptation to the other party, as if he was testing whether the other party still remained loyal to the organization.

The other party did not answer directly, but changed the subject: "How stupid, who do you think I am?"

Gin smiled lightly, seemingly not caring about the other party's answer. He knew that everyone had their own bottom line and principles, and he was just confirming the other party's position.

"Anyway," Gin's voice turned serious again, "I'll contact you after the hunt is over."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked out the window. The city in the night seemed like a huge chessboard, and he was the chess player controlling the game. Shirley was his target. And he had already laid a trap for her, just waiting for her to come.

[Audience scenery, I love this setting, the chess pieces in the game never move in the set direction. ]

The car continued to drive towards the destination in the dark, and Gin's conspiracy was quietly unfolding in the night. He knew that the hunt was about to begin, and he was fully prepared.