Detective Conan empathy

According to the original plot, how did this blue coffin get there?

It seems that the heroine Mao Lilan and the female partner Suzuki Sonoko were held hostage by treasure hunters as bait, and found the treasure of the two female pirates, but they encountered a storm, and with the help of the heroine, they took the hundreds of years old ship The former antique ship escaped successfully...

The invisible bond between the hero and the heroine has deepened a bit...

In short, it will definitely not be the case now...

The two treasure hunters were kicked into the sea by him because they were in the way, and he borrowed their boat by the way. The plot of Mao Lilan being held hostage passed.

On the way, I met the hero who rushed out on his own initiative. After the vodka escaped, the few people went down the mountain and boarded the boat and returned the same way. The climax/tide scene of fighting wits and courage in the cave passed.

The male and female protagonists are gone, so naturally the plot of the last pirate ship out of the water will pass.

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Thinking silently in his heart for a while, Qin Jiu looked at the gloomy sky outside the boat with a little melancholy.

A good movie version, if you don’t have it, you won’t have it, Brother Qingshan Gangchang, I’m sorry for you...

Conan was sitting on the boat next to Xiaolan, secretly watching the two of them.

After vodka, he consciously took over the rudder of the boat. The silver-haired man leaned against the side of the boat and half-closed his eyes, looking like he was keeping away from strangers. This made Sonoko, who was excited by the man's appearance, hesitate for a while. Did not rush over.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, no matter how nympho can be, he can't even give up his life, right?

Well, he admitted that it is really hard for people to look away from a man like Gin, especially at this moment, when the clothes are half-wet and stick to his body, outlining the appearance of strong and full chest and abdominal muscles, even Conan himself can't control it. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

It's a figure that even men can't help but envy and envy...

Thinking of this, Conan relaxed his body indiscriminately to relieve the pain in his body.

His whole body was weak, his head was heavy, and he was still in pain. Even the breath from his nose was hot, and his temples were throbbing like needles...

The tightly wrinkled forehead and the movement of the left hand in the pocket rubbing the handle of the gun from time to time all show that this person is in a state of endurance.

Maybe we should also thank the man's state at this time, so that he didn't attract this person's attention.

However, being on the same ship with the killer of the Black Organization so peacefully...

Go back and try to buy a lottery ticket.

Conan thought so, suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth, pretended to be obedient and waited for the boat to dock.

"Lan—" As soon as the boat touched the shore, Mori Kogoro, who had been waiting on the shore, rushed over immediately, "It's fine as long as it's fine!"

"Father, I'm sorry for making you worry..." Xiaolan pulled Yuanzi and Conan to jump off the boat, with an apologetic smile on her face.

"One of the two treasure hunters is a major criminal who is wanted internationally. You two are lucky to not be injured this time. Just in case..." Seeing his beloved daughter escape from trouble, Mori Kogoro immediately turned into a nagging uncle, surrounded Watching Xiaolan and Conan talking non-stop.

"Fortunately, I met a kind person this time, and rescued Yuanzi and me..." Mao Lilan thought of something, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the boat, but found that the boat was empty, and the two men who came back on the same boat with them I don't know when it has disappeared.

"Good-hearted person? What kind-hearted person?" Mori Kogoro looked puzzled.

"It was a gentleman who rescued Sonoko and me... Conan, did you notice when that gentleman left?" Xiaolan wanted to thank the man but there was no one there, so Xiaolan lowered her head and asked Conan, who was always more sensitive.

Who would have thought that Conan also shook his head blankly: "I don't know, sister Xiaolan, they will be gone by the time I recover."

From getting off the boat to when a group of people gathered around, it took only a few minutes, and there were so many people present, but no one noticed when those two people left, even he was a little distracted , and the person disappeared...

However, it's good that Xiaolan didn't have too much contact with them, after all, they are such dangerous people.

Conan thought so, and put on a solemn and serious look on his face: "The next time we meet that uncle, let's thank him well."

"That's the only way to go." Xiaolan had no choice but to hide her regret in her heart, and turned to comfort Yuanzi who was still a little panicked.

Seeing his childhood sweetheart's attention being taken away, Conan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was his luck that he didn't attract the man's attention this time.However, if he really confronts that person next time, how sure is he that he will not be suspected?

"Let's go." Glancing at the few people surrounded by the crowd over there, Gin looked back and walked towards the hotel: "Go back and pack your luggage, it's time to go."

"Okay, brother." Vodka hurriedly followed.

"What do you want to ask?" Seeing his younger brother's tangled expression, which hesitated to speak, Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows.

"The two women who were rescued by you on the boat before..." Wasn't it your harem?Vodka swallowed the last few words with a wink, wisely avoiding a crisis.

"It's just a matter of time, who let those two guys block my way?" Qin Jiu looked in his pocket, but couldn't find a cigarette, so he had to give up regretfully, "That guy with a voice like Mapo Tofu looks at my The eyes made me very uncomfortable, so I couldn't help kicking him down..."

Voice like mapo tofu?Vodka was taken aback, and blinked a little blankly.

"What kind of description is this, let me say..." Conan muttered to himself and scratched his head, seeing Vodka burying his head in packing his things. It seemed that the two were about to leave.

One advantage of vodka is that when you encounter something you don’t understand, you will give up decisively and stop entangled, and turn your attention to another problem: "The kid who appeared later, brother, you seem to pay special attention to him..."

Conan was taken aback.

"Did you find out?" He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table and put it in his mouth. Gin raised his eyebrows, and the fingertips of his left hand touched the metal body of the lighter.

Vodka smiled "hehe": "Because you have been secretly watching that little brat, brother, as long as you meet something you are interested in, you will show a cold look, but your eyes will always look at that thing intentionally or unintentionally... "

Conan's back was already dripping with cold sweat—when did he get noticed? !He didn't even realize it himself...

"That kid..." A man's low laugh sounded next to Conan's ear, but it was no less than a devil's voice to him.

Vodka's curiosity still hasn't dissipated: "It's just an ordinary kid, brother, why are you..."

"Ordinary kid?" The man sneered, "Vodka, you'd never imagine how powerful that kid is." After all, he was the hero of more than 800 episodes of anime.

Conan, who could only feel the man's senses but could not know his mental activities, was shocked and complicated by the man's words echoing in his mind.

"Your previous guess is indeed correct. I found traces of Sakura-III on your wound, so it can be seen that the 'Iron Wolf' has indeed used this new type of medicine on weapons..." the researcher in a white coat Handed the man a piece of paper full of characters, "There is no way to restrain the medicine Sakura-III. With our ability, we can only temporarily suppress the speed of wound deterioration, but we must completely cure it..."

"That is to say, there is nothing you can do about my wound for a while?" The man with platinum blonde hair raised his eyebrows coldly, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly: "This potion has been delivered half a month ago. Are you in your hands? To be honest, I am quite worried about the progress of everyone's work..."

"But the composition of Sakura-III is really too complicated..." a famous researcher justified in a low voice.

"Sherry has even made that kind of medicine. Are you all self-proclaimed geniuses, but you can't even compare to a little girl?" Qin Jiu sneered, stopped looking at the group of eye-catching guys, turned and left the research room .

Really...is it Sakura-III?

He didn't bother to understand the cleverness of this potion, he only knew that as long as a little bit of this potion was applied, the wounds on his body would basically stop healing—very troublesome.

When he came back from the island that time, his wound was almost infected. After cleaning the wound well, he lay on the bed for a day before the fever subsided, which made him unable to even go to the competitive battle...

The so-called scientists in the organization are a bunch of waste. It's been half a month and they haven't even analyzed the basic ingredients of that medicine, let alone the antidote...

No, he has to find a way to heal his injury. It's not a problem to delay so much, and he has to make up for the missing points, otherwise he may miss the collaborative competition next month...

Gin touched his chin thoughtfully.

The group of dry rice in the organization is unreliable. Who else has the ability to unlock the ingredients of Sakura-III and successfully develop the antidote?

The answer... is almost ready to come out, isn't it?

But approaching so hastily is not an option, he has to think long-term.First of all, I have to say something to that guy who is crazy about his sister...

"Lend it to her. PS: The limited-edition game hard drive you mentioned last time..."

"Five photos of life. Also, the package is on the way."

Looking at the content displayed on the email, the man rubbed his forehead in distress: "Really, I'm a killer, not a paparazzi, hello..."

At that time, I shouldn't have made that bet with Belmode, and ended up saving such a troublesome guy...

Photos or something... just give it to the woman in Belmode. Anyway, this guy is able to live without the organization to this day, and he is also half of that woman's responsibility.

big deal...

Just buy another bag for that woman.