Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Another point that surprised Zuo Ye was that he had never mentioned before that he might be the black dead Conan, but this time he didn't do it secretly, but had a showdown with him.

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But this also saves the effort of going to Zuo Ye, wondering how not to find out that Conan is messing with his own hair.

On the other side, police officer Megure and Mori Kogoro and others have just arrived at the airport.

Before they could start to do anything, they saw a man with an extremely miserable and distorted appearance, who appeared to be inexplicably familiar.

The man was limping when he was walking, and he looked like he had been injured, but when he saw Officer Mugure and his party, he suddenly burst into tears like seeing a family member who had been separated for many years.

"Surrender, I want to surrender!

"

"..."

Officer Megure and Mouri Kogoro looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground and was grabbing their trousers, and finally recognized it after a long while.

Isn't this really Abe Feng!

……

In the two days after the Red Ghost Village fire festival incident, Zuo Ye didn't encounter any tasks again, as if he had returned to that peaceful daily life all at once.

Strange, last time it could be said that Conan, the protagonist, was recovering from illness, so he couldn't advance the plot, so what is this time...

Could it be that I kicked Conan's pig's foot to cause something wrong?

Zuo Ye rubbed his chin, guessing whether Conan's body is still okay.

But reading the newspapers, Conan, the God of Plague, has been causing trouble a lot in the past two days. Why doesn't he trigger the mission?

Speaking of newspapers, Zuo Ye thought of the Tokyo ghost story report the day before yesterday.

Yes, it was it again.

Zuo Ye couldn't figure it out. Isn't the title of this thing called Tokyo Ghost Story? How could it even report on things outside of Tokyo?

Especially the code name of this strange talk, why is it always so weird?

Also ghost electric motorcycle.

You mean Ghost Rider, or Dongmingshan Rider are better than this.

After this report came out, it also caused quite a stir.

It's not that the content of the ghost talk is too shocking, but because the truth is too high.

Excluding the drag racing party, traffic police and others present in Dongmingshan, after Zuo Ye's experiments all the way, there are at least hundreds of passers-by who have witnessed the little eDonkey in rampage mode.

Outrageous content, numerous witnesses, and finally disappeared without a trace, as if the suspense had never appeared before, making this report itself extremely hot.

Later, some media reports that like to rub the heat were confirmed from the official mouth, making this matter more and more popular.

Many Bricks also ran out to join in the fun, but their words were in the same direction—that was impossible.

It is impossible for a small eDonkey to have the power to pull its speed to half Mach, and it is impossible to withstand such a power at all, this is what the bricks said.

It seems that even Ke Xue in this world does not recognize the rationality of his runaway eDonkey...

"drop."

And just when Zuo Ye's thoughts gradually went astray, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was Gin's email.

"There is a mission, team up with Mezcal, go to the Metropolitan Police Department to steal something, and he will contact you."

mezcal...

Zuo Ye frowned, and there was a new teammate, I hope he won't be as unreliable as Kelun Tequila.

As soon as the idea came to him, Qin Jiu suddenly sent another email: "Let him steal something, you let him know, if the situation is wrong, you can withdraw first, if conditions permit, save it if you can, and silence it if you can't."

Zuo Ye: "..."

Good guy, have you prepared yourself to kill yourself before this mission even started? How unconfident Gin is about Mezcal's ability?

After complaining speechlessly, the phone rang, and Zuo Ye answered the phone, and the voice on the other end just said three or ten minutes and then assembled at the entrance of the police station.

...Why does this mezcal's voice sound familiar?

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Ye tilted his neck and didn't care too much. After going out quickly, he came to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department wearing a rye vest.

Zuo Ye looked around, and finally saw a figure who was also looking around in a corner.

It was this guy.

Zuo Ye couldn't help but smacked his lips when he saw the middle-aged man who looked like he had been shot for some reason when he met him for the first time a few days ago.

Although I don't know if this teammate is reliable, but I hate it, I really hate it.

...I hope that Conan, the God of Plague, can also perform stably today, and let this guy be killed by Plague.

Zuo Ye moved towards Mezcal while his heart was beeping.

"Yo."

Mezcal was originally puzzled because he couldn't find any trace of his teammates. Could it be that this newcomer is really proud of his talent, and dared to release the pigeons of his senior.

But he didn't expect that his idea had just arisen, and there was an extra person at the side at some point, and even Mezcal was so frightened that he almost threw a backhand shot at him.

"Dark, rye?"

Looking at the figure in black sweater, peaked cap and hood in front of him, Mezcal was slightly relieved, and at the same time became even more surprised: "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived."

Zuo Ye made a perfunctory sentence casually, and turned to ask the serious matter: "What are you trying to steal, and how can I support you?"

"You don't have to worry about stealing anything, you just stay outside. If the situation is not right, I will notify you to make some noise outside, so as to muddy the water and facilitate my evacuation."

As he spoke, Mezcal took out a pair of earphones from his pocket and gave them to Zuo Ye, then took out a pair of transparent gloves to put them on, and put on a hat and mask.

Seeing that Mezcal was unwilling to say more, Zuo Ye didn't bother to ask any more questions, and entered the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department with a few minutes of time difference.

But before that, Zuo Ye pretended not to care and touched Mezcal with the Hammer of Justice in his sleeve, confirming that the opponent was not a mouse.

—at least not an official mouse.

Affected by the cap of passers-by, Zuo Ye wandering in the Metropolitan Police Department did not attract anyone's attention.

When he came to the bench on the second floor for people to rest, Zuo Ye turned his head and glanced at the camera at the top of the corner.

As far as Zuo Ye knows, there are relatively few neon cameras.

Except for a few who install it in their own territory, only the Metropolitan Police Department, which must have an important place where surveillance exists, will install it.

Because for a reason, Neon people have always attached great importance to privacy. For example, if cameras are installed in some public places, it is easy to receive a lot of complaints, or simply choose to avoid them.

Secondly, the authority of the taxpayers of Neon is quite high. If a large number of cameras are installed with official funds in places such as the road, it is easy to be labeled as a "waste of taxpayer resources".

This also led to a small number of neon cameras, um, it also facilitated the actions of people like Gin Jiu.

Of course, the above is what Zuo Ye heard from other people. As for whether it is because of this, and what is the difference between the neon in the previous life and the neon in this world.

Then Zuo Ye didn't know.

…Actually, it stands to reason that Zuo Ye and Mezcal should have invaded the surveillance system of the Metropolitan Police Department first to prevent being photographed.

It's just that maybe considering the difficulty of this and the impact that being photographed will have on the organization, it's better to come in than to come in directly.

Anyway, the final bottom line is nothing more than a guarantee that the core members of the organization will not fall into the hands of the authorities—at least not alive.

Zuo Ye tilted his neck and looked at the surveillance camera. He wanted to grin, but he remembered that even the camera couldn't capture his face clearly due to the effect of passersby's faces, so he simply raised his middle finger.

After provoking the cold camera, Zuo Ye went into a daze again.

Letting go is so boring...

To be honest, although Gin Jiu had reminded Zuo Ye before the start of this mission and remembered to silence him when necessary, he didn't think the possibility was very high.

After all, almost anyone can see how difficult it is to come to the Metropolitan Police Department to steal things.

This is a mission, not a game.

If Mezcal really doesn't even have a half chance of success, then it's impossible for Gin to simply let the opponent die.

Although the premise of all this is that Mezcal will not be attacked by Conan, the plague god.

But Zuo Ye has been sitting here for a long time, and he hasn't seen Conan's shadow, so he probably won't do anything wrong today...

"Rye, I've been found, find a way to save me!"

Suddenly, Mezcal's flustered voice came from the earphones, which instantly made Zuo Ye's thoughts stuck there.

...So is it because the mezcal is too delicious, or because my g is too strong?

After curling his lips helplessly, Zuo Ye just wanted to reply when the task trigger sound came.

"Drip, the current mission has been triggered, you can check it anytime!"

[Please rescue the bear child who can only die, you can get 3 strengthening points after completing the task, the remaining time of the task - 59:59:[-]].

Zuo Ye: "...?"

At this moment, at the other end where the left field could not see, Mezcal was running wildly under the pursuit of more than a dozen policemen.

Careless, it was discovered.

Mezcal's forehead was covered with sweat. In such an environment, there would only be more and more policemen behind him. If he was alone, he would be blocked in a few minutes at most.

Then either a gun battle will be launched to take the last chance of life, or they will be arrested and then silenced by the organization.

Now we can only pin our hopes on the newcomer.

As an intelligence officer, Mezcal discovered that this newcomer might be the white-haired murderer who was hunted down by the police when he met Zuo Ye for the first time two days ago.

And if my guess is correct, then there is a high possibility that the other party will have explosives on him. If you use that to attract attention, your chances of escaping will undoubtedly increase a lot.

"Watch out for the bomb."

A voice came from the earphones, and Mezcal's face immediately showed ecstasy.

Chapter 147 No Contrast No Harm

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