Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Malbec, I..." Chablis was silent for a long time, and was stunned for a while before uttering a few syllables.

"... Ah Qing, think about it yourself."

"Ahao, it's me!" The call was hung up and Chablis was a little dazed.

He didn't know how to answer. He was not a fool. He had actually guessed some of the secrets of Hollands' death a long time ago. However, he could not and dared not resist this organization.

I spent nearly ten years pretending to be ignorant, but now it seems that I made the wrong choice?

But what could he do? Among the three, he thought Hollands was the strongest and Malbec was the second. But the two strongest ones died and the other escaped.

Chablis slumped on the sofa, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

Is it time to make a decision?

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Nagano Police Headquarters

The director scolded several people from the police station and ordered them to catch the thief as soon as possible.

The guys were already busy with the trafficking case, and then the murder case caused by the trafficking case made them even more miserable. Now they have to investigate the theft of case files.

Although the Nagano Police Station did not dare to complain openly, a feeling of dissatisfaction was still gradually growing.

Lin Xiaochen scratched his hair. In front of him were three photos. The contents of the photos were a letter of denunciation, a note in the gun barrel, and a curse letter.

The three notes are similar, and it is initially determined that they were written by the same person.

Originally, it was not Lin Xiaochen's turn to do the handwriting identification, but Zhufu Gaoming was called away by the director, and Uehara Yui had to visit the neighbors (some of them were unwilling to cooperate). Yamato Gansuke wanted to help, but was also worried that Lin Xiaochen would lose control of his emotions again. Unfortunately, he was also busy with a fight in the neighbor's house and could not get away...

As for the others... I can only say that they are not good at this.

Lin Xiaochen repeatedly stated that nothing would happen to him, and recited the curse letter in front of Yamato Gansuke - although he was interrupted halfway (Yamato Gansuke: Don't read it, you don't think it's unlucky), Yamato Gansuke half-heartedly handed the job to him.

Uehara Yui repeatedly reminded: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't force yourself. If you have any problems, call us immediately..."

Lin Xiaochen: It feels like I’m being taken care of like a child.

Lin Xiaochen carefully compared the handwriting.

There are some differences in the writing of Japanese and Chinese, but they are generally interchangeable.

There are connections between the kana, which is not common in Japanese writing. The writing speed is very fast and the pen is heavy. The indentations left by the pen scraping across the paper can be seen in the photos.

The pen tip is sharp, the lines are smooth, clean and neat, and the boldness can also be seen in the Japanese writing with more arcs.

——Impatient, impulsive, aggressive and flexible.

Plus the act of throwing threatening letters at the police - crazy!

The madness is visible to the naked eye and is extremely antisocial. The surveillance of the police station was destroyed, possibly by the wind and snow, but Lin Xiaochen still prefers to let it be destroyed by someone.

Then it can also have strong anti-detection capabilities.

However, Lin Xiaochen sighed and fell on the table. Why did this guy do this?

He is one of the victims of the human trafficking case. Is he forcing the police to continue the investigation in this way?

It’s too crazy!

But it is understandable. It is not impossible for such an experience to drive a person crazy.

Hey--

He let out a long sigh and said, "Don't go crazy, you little bastard. Wait for your brother to come. You must have someone to back you up before you go crazy."

Cointreau, who was far away in Hokkaido, sneezed unconsciously: Who is thinking about me?

The Weique in front of him was indeed smiling: "What's wrong, Jundu? Are you not used to the environment here and have caught a cold? You are really weak and sickly."

“Same here.” Cointreau replied, “Have you recovered from your allergies? You shouldn’t end up in the ICU here because of an allergy to the air.”

"Of course not. After all, you haven't even entered yet."

"Really? You really understand me."

"Haha, don't disgust me. How come Gin is willing to let you come alone?" Wei Que said in a bad tone, "I thought he planned to keep you by his side for the rest of his life."

Jundu said nothing, but thought in his heart: I think Azhen would disagree.

He turned his gaze to Amuro Toru who was pulled over by Wei Que: "Long time no see, are you Wei Que's partner now?"

"Not yet." Amuro Toru smiled familiarly, "But if it is possible in the future, it will be my honor."

"I wish you success." Jundu spoke from the bottom of his heart, but judging from the expressions of the two, it seemed that he was misunderstood.

Wei Que raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Why, give me the rest you picked?"

"Oh, you think so?" Cointreau was surprised. "Then give him to me."

Amuro Toru was stunned. He really didn't expect Jundu to say that. However, in this context, it should be to piss off Weijaku.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Jundu looked at Amuro Toru strangely, "Or is it that Wei Que refuses to let him go?"

"Oh, how dare I stop you, Lord Jundu." Wei Que rolled his eyes, "Fine, if you want me to take it, go ahead. But don't blame me if it doesn't work. Let that mad dog Gin bite people randomly."

"Watch your mouth, Wei Que." Jun Du's eyes flashed with a cold light, "I haven't seen you for many years, but your mouth is still so rude."

As soon as the words fell, two cold lights flashed, and the two men took out their guns at the same time and pulled the trigger at each other!

In an instant, bullets whizzed out and flew past each other's cheeks.

However, Wei Que was obviously more cunning and ruthless. At the moment of dodging the bullet, he suddenly swung out the sharp dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Seeing this, Jundu quickly bent down and narrowly avoided the dagger coated with deadly poison.

But at this thrilling moment, he threw out the slender silver needle between his fingers without showing any weakness...

Just like that, the two of them shuttled back and forth like ghosts, constantly throwing various hidden weapons, as if these deadly things did not cost a penny.

At first, Toru Amuro tried to panic and dissuade this life-and-death battle, but soon realized that he could not intervene.

So he cleverly found a relatively safe corner with a good view and squatted down, watching with great interest.

"Swoosh--click."

Suddenly, a sharp blade pierced into the concrete floor beside Amuro Toru like lightning and was deeply embedded in it.

Amuro Toru's heart tightened and he quickly moved a few steps to the side.

This Jundu gently combed the scattered hair on his forehead, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Wei Que, now I believe that this person is indeed your subordinate. He is really the same as you - a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Haha, the people under you are no less capable than me." Wei Que wiped the dust off his cheek with the back of his hand with a look of disdain, and retorted: "Besides, who told you that he is my man?"

"Not your man?" Jundu sneered, slowly walked to Amuro Toru, bent down, and reached out to pull out the blade that was stuck in the ground.

The friction between the blade and the cement made a creepy sound.

Jundu was playing with the blade in his hand, but his eyes remained on Wei Que. The smile on his face became colder and colder. "Then why were you so excited just now? Could it be that... there is really some secret relationship between you and him that cannot be revealed?"

He looked back and forth at the two of them with ill intent, with an indescribable mockery in his eyes.

Wei Que was very disgusted.