Oh no, Conan is coming to my house to film an episode!

The old man was very happy.

"Good morning, Absinthe." Conan used the voice changer to greet Vermouth in front of him again.

"What exactly do you want to do? Miyano Shiho." Vermouth asked while quietly groping around.

In a moment, she felt a hard little piece around her waist.

Transmitter.

After finding the location of the transmitter, Vermouth did not make a sound, nor did she destroy it immediately.

Destroying the transmitter directly now is undoubtedly telling the other party to install a transmitter on himself, which is not worth the loss.

If she can escape, it will not be too late for her to deal with the transmitter.

Komatsu poked Conan, signaling you not to speak.

At this time, you should remain cool and ruthless to maximize the sense of oppression.

The black muzzle of the gun stretched out from under the robe and aimed at Vermouth.

"Oh, your temper is getting colder and colder." Vermouth joked frivolously, trying to distract the attention of the person in front of him.

Conan wanted to ask about the relevant information in the organization, but he could feel that Xiaosong below was always watching him. Once he said something inappropriate, Xiaosong would definitely poke him.

Oh, forget it, just bear with it for now.

Anyway, according to Xiaosong, this person lives in Xiaosong's hotel and has installed a bug, so he will get some information more or less.

Exposing it now will be more trouble than gain.

After comforting himself, Conan calmed down.

But in the moment when Conan was thinking for a short time, Vermouth immediately seized the opportunity, aimed at Miyano Shiho in front of him, and immediately pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gun with a silencer was very slight and did not attract the attention of others.

The bullet hit the body of the person in front of him, but the other party only took two steps back and showed a little panic on his face, that's all.

Sure enough, that robe is not simple, not only can it be stabbed, but also bulletproof.

But it doesn't matter anymore, anyway, she fired just to buy some time.

Now she can take the opportunity to escape. Belmode is still very confident in her skills. This time is enough for her to escape from this alley.

However, Belmode still overestimated herself. The moment she just moved her feet, she suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen.

A ray of light penetrated her lower abdomen, and the pain instantly made Belmode's body soften.

Can't fall down!

Absolutely can't lose consciousness.

Belmode gritted her teeth, snorted violently, and fled from the alley with a flash, covering her wound and leaving quickly.

"Is it over?" Conan looked at Chris running away and frowned slightly.

After all the trouble, just to shoot her?

"Of course not. What's next has nothing to do with you. You can pack up and go home." Xiaosong got out from under his robe.

Conan's mouth twitched slightly. Why did he feel like a tool? This guy threw him aside after using him.

Of course, Conan would definitely not listen. He wanted to see what Xiaosong was going to do.

Xiaosong didn't care about Conan and went to find Xiaoai happily.

"Ah, you finally remembered me?" Xiaoai crossed her arms and glanced at Xiaosong.

"Okay, I admit it. It's my fault." Xiaosong grabbed his chest, then looked at Xiaoai and said:

"You hurt my little heart. I ran back without stopping."

"So, you should run faster next time." Xiaoai was not fooled by Xiaosong.

"You know, I have always lacked exercise, so you should give me a little... a little reward." Xiaosong gestured slightly and continued:

"Just like in a track and field competition, the runners will be more motivated, right?"

Conan, who had just chased after him, immediately turned black, as if he had eaten a fly.

No.

Aren't we doing business?

Why are you two chatting again? Can't you concentrate on doing one thing?

I'm really impressed! What kind of teammates are these? Can they be a little more reliable?

"Ahem!" Conan calmed his throat and coughed twice to remind the two to stop chatting.

It's time to do business.

Xiaosong glanced at Conan.

You kid really don't have any sense.

Forget it, it's time to chase Belmode.

If there is a transmitter, it's easy to find Belmode.

But the moment Xiaosong turned on the receiver, he found something unusual.

One of the transmitters actually stayed in the same place without moving. It was obvious that one of the transmitters was discovered by Vermouth.

But she probably didn't expect that he had installed more than one transmitter on her.

There were two transmitters that Xiaosong had secretly installed on the hem of Vermouth's skirt.

Now the two transmitters were moving slowly, and it seemed that Vermouth was seriously injured.

At the beginning, Xiaosong controlled the angle of the shot, so no organs were penetrated. It should be excessive blood loss, after all, it was penetrated from front to back.

We have to hurry up.

Just as Xiaosong expected, Vermouth's head was now dizzy.

Although a simple wound treatment was done, blood continued to flow out.

"Huff! Huff!" Vermouth panted, her eyes gradually blurred.

If this continued, she would definitely die. She wanted to contact someone in the organization, but found that her mobile phone was actually hit by the shot just now, causing it to be completely damaged.

This was completely over.

I didn't expect that my life would end here in the end.

No!

Belmode suddenly woke up.

It's not time to give up yet!

As long as she finds the hospital and Angel, she will definitely be saved.

Xiaolan's figure slowly emerged in front of Belmode, with a gentle smile on her lips, and she extended a hand of salvation to herself, just like a real angel.

In desperation, Belmode's body erupted with powerful strength, and the whole person became energetic.

Adrenaline took effect.

The body began to save itself.

But this was only temporary after all.

"Plop!"

Belmode fell to the side of the alley, and her eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably. At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Sister Chris, what's wrong with you? Is it okay? Are you okay!"

The voice was mixed with anxiety and worry.

In a trance, Belmode saw two familiar little figures.

Then she felt her body floating up and being pulled away by two people.

She should be saved.

Vermouth relaxed, and then fell into a coma.

Conan, who was not far away, saw Komatsu carrying Chris and walking towards him, and his mouth twitched slightly.

He shot someone in the front and rescued him in the back?

Okay, you are still good at playing.

You know how to gain the trust of others.

Conan dared to guarantee that after Chris woke up, she would never doubt that this Haibara was Miyano Shiho.