Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

He said that he was familiar with the interview environment, made up nonsense, and brought a child's gin to enter the building smoothly, thanks to his own villainous aura.

The doorman, who had been stared at for a few times, withdrew his blocking hand angrily, and then buried his head on his folded elbows as if giving up on himself, completely out of sight.

Pretending to be asleep, so I didn't see anything.

After successfully entering the building, Conan tried to pull his little hand out of Gin's hand when there were only two footsteps, one light and one heavy, in the corridor.

He pulled hard—

Hi, no twitch.

After a pause, the little detective began to shake his hand vigorously, trying to shake him away, but he still remained motionless.

Gin, who was holding on to the child, turned his head quietly at this moment, staring at the other party with serious eyes: "Didn't you have a lot of fun just now?"

Conan was speechless for a moment, and could only show an embarrassed yet polite smile.

He can't say - I want to use you as a tool for swiping the card to enter the door and not being stopped by the guard.

Gin, who didn't want to argue with the children, asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid of me in the hotel just now?"

"Although I don't know the reason, I don't think you will kill me."

On the way to fly over on the skateboard, the little detective who was blown by the cold wind has already processed the huge amount of information in his brain tonight.

He recalled that Hui Yuan Ai was obviously taken away by the organized people that night, but came back safe and sound the next day, and the few times he hesitated to speak after that.

These tiny clues were grasped and connected by him, and he vaguely grasped the outline of the truth.

"Haihara's safe return is probably related to you."

"You are not completely on the side of the organization, and Huiyuan must have said something to you...about me."

"Let me go because of her advice."

After Conan stated his deduction, the two fell into silence again.

But soon, he felt his hand was clenched tighter.

"I hate smart brats."

Conan:  …

But what you said is completely contrary to your actions!

Hate that I shouldn't let go of my hand!

"Shirley said that you are a very curious person."

"So I have to catch you before you run around and make trouble for me."

The long-haired man explained with a condescending attitude.

While Gin and Conan were walking around the building hand in hand, there were people restless in the brightly lit Metropolitan Police Department.

"Last night's attack on the black organization's base in the Sumida area... the information obtained shows..."

In the large conference hall on a certain floor, the police officer sitting on the stage was still reporting the results of the previous battle.

This is the command center of the Japanese police's operations against the black organization.A series of prudent decisions were sent out from here, and another real-time message was delivered.

Police officers who have the authority to make decisions and know certain secrets are gathered here, including the police officer Zheng Kasahara Shogo.

During the break, the middle-aged police officer was holding a cup of hot tea, standing in front of the glass window, looking at the street below.

Unlike others who treat this decisive battle with caution and seriousness, at this moment he only wants to scold his mother in his heart.

I don't know which ghost came up with the bad idea.

He was still working normally yesterday, but the superior suddenly called him to this conference room for a meeting.

As soon as he arrived at the conference room, his communication equipment was confiscated, and he was searched to ensure that he did not bring anything that might communicate with the outside world.

And in the conference room, there are colleagues who look at each other and feel sorry for each other.

After asking around, no one knew what was going on.

Everyone had to sit in a row obediently, staged the fruit on the tree, you and me under the tree.

After all the people arrived, the immediate boss showed up and announced that the upper and lower floors including this conference room were designated as a combat command center and sealed off.

The name is to prevent the plan from leaking.

"Don't worry, we will arrange everything you need in life. You can ask for any needs."

"It's just that it will probably take a while for everyone to work hard."

The immediate boss showed a meaningful smile.

Colleagues other than Kasahara Shogo expressed their understanding, and expressed their determination to regard the Metropolitan Police Department as my home and rely on everyone for involvement.

Isn't it just retreating and working overtime?I'm not afraid.

What else can Kasahara Shogo do?

In order not to look abnormal, he could only forcibly adjust his facial expression and echo with his colleagues.

But this is fatal to him, code-named Burgai.

The disconnection from the Internet meant that he was unable to report to Rum in a timely manner.

Failure to pass on effective information is a trivial matter, and it would be fatal if the organization labeled him a traitor.

It's not that they can't communicate with the outside world at all. After all, the latest progress of the action plan still needs to be communicated in time, and the instructions can be revised at any time.

It's just that this external communication is to be carried out through a unified network, including the final decision-making, which is also sent from this network.

He can't send information to Rum in full view!

Self-destruction is not self-destruction.

So this Kasahara police officer can only share the same hatred with his colleagues on the surface, but he has already greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the guy who came up with the idea behind his back.

I heard that this idea is borrowed from the model of the flower planter across the sea who catches the teacher before the college entrance examination to close the small black room and hand out the test papers.

Is there such a big queue for the exam next door?

"what……"

Gin, whose nose suddenly felt itchy, quickly pinched his nose with his hands, suppressing the remaining half of the sneeze.

Not knowing who was scolding him, Gin quickly ran through the possible candidates in his mind.

No, there are too many enemies to choose from.

Forget it, the most urgent thing is to maintain the image in front of this little devil beside him.

Under his intimidation, the doorman was forced to reopen the elevator.

Gin and Conan took the elevator to the top floor.

Judging from the performance of the guard, Belmode probably entered the building from another place.

The place that can be used as an organization to store secrets must not only have an entrance on the bright side, the difference is only in finding and not finding.

At the same time, a certain amount of space is required.

Even though Conan knew relatively little information, what he saw tonight allowed him to roughly guess the target he was looking for now.

Therefore, without Gin Jiu explaining, he tacitly, like the long-haired man, chose to search from top to bottom.

"Probably not in an obvious place."

The entire building is more than 20 floors high and occupies a very large area.

Just relying on Gin and Edogawa Conan, they couldn't search all of them this night.

The little dot that marked Belmode disappeared after entering the building. It is unknown whether the blond girl has left, and the movement should not be too loud.

The two people with limited mobility chose to stick to the inner edge of the floor and make a circle first.

In addition to an overview of the status of the entire building, there is also the need to observe whether there are hidden spaces in the building.

Under this kind of generous work, the hidden space cannot be knocked out by hand, but should be started from the overall structure of the floor.

"Did you count outside just now? How many floors?" Qin Jiu asked.

It seems that the other party will notice these details in advance.

"27 floors."

Sure enough, the little detective quickly gave a definite answer.

"There is no problem on the surface..."

The button in the elevator is also displayed to the 27th floor.

The long-haired man strolled to the outer edge and looked down: "Is there no problem with the interlayer..."

"and many more……"

The windows on the top floor were locked and could not be opened.

The long-haired man seemed to want to see something under the window, but he couldn't poke his head out and could only raise his height.

He looked up and down, ignoring the boy next to him, and went straight to the stacked objects, and stepped on the iron rod that they reached out to reach the top edge of the window.

After grasping it firmly, he lifted his body up with one hand and looked down from a higher place.

"detective……"

The man's steady voice sounded.

"No.20 is the top of the seventh floor. Is there a small cement compartment from the roof?"

This small concrete compartment is not uncommon, but because the height of the single floor is too low, it cannot be used as a single floor for human activities.

So when calculating the floor, it is generally not counted.

"You mean..." When he heard this question, Conan realized something instantly, and he looked at the man in horror.

"I saw the concrete pillar." Gin's voice was still indifferent, but in the dark environment, it gave people a sense of tension, "Appearance is a deception."

"We're actually on the eighth floor of No. 20."

The interior of this building actually opened up the small cement compartment on the top, making it a separate floor.

The reason why Gin and Conan didn't notice something wrong when they first came up was because the height of this floor was very normal.

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that the ground was lowered to allow enough space for this floor.

And the windows on this floor are located at a relatively high position, and they are locked and cannot be pushed open.

If you don't hang the window up like gin to look down, you won't be able to find structural problems.

As for the outer layer of the building, due to the height, it is difficult for the human eye to observe, so it is more convenient to do it with hands and feet.

In order to keep the number of floors on the outside consistent with the number of floors on the interior surface, it is estimated that a separate layer of fake windows was made on the outside of the building.

Then the problem comes, the elevator shows a total of 27 floors.And their current location is the eighth floor of No.20, which should not exist in terms of height.

"There is a floor space in the middle of the building that is hidden."

Gin tapped the ground with his toe to signal.

"I'm afraid the other floors are using this trick as well."

Make the ceiling lower or the ground higher, and each floor does not seem to change much.But the accumulation of more than 20 layers is enough to vacate a large space.

So if you want to find that hidden floor, the best way...

"Exit."

The little detective had already obtained the answer in the first time, and turned on the light function of the watch with a strong parallel power, and ran towards the empty corridor.

Gin:  …

Sure enough, this kid tends to ignore his surroundings as soon as he gets on top.

I'm still standing here at my own age.

But what the other party said is correct, the best way to do it right now is to start with a safe passage.

Changing the relative height between the exit of the emergency passage and the floor, changing the number of stairs on each floor, or secretly raising the height of each step can all create false illusions quietly.

As long as you look carefully layer by layer, you can find clues.

The two calculated and observed while measuring the steps, and quickly came to the conclusion: that space is roughly hidden in the middle of the No.18 and No.19 floors.

"Then, let's find the entrance to this space next!"

The detective's eyes sparkled.

"Belmode should have entered here... eh, eh..."

Before Conan finished speaking, he felt himself picked up by the long-haired man.

"This time it's really over."

"Then it's not your domain to explore."

"Go back to sleep."

"Wait! Didn't you also..."

The boy was quite reconciled.

"Do you want to compare with me?" Qin Jiu's face turned cold.

Seeing that the other party swallowed the remaining half of the sentence, he explained: "I won't go any further tonight."

"Rushing in unprepared is tantamount to courting death."

"And I'm not an operative who's curious about it, I'm just providing information for those who want to find out."

"The rest is their business."

Although Gin did not specify who those people who wanted to find out were.But his decisive attitude made Conan realize:

That's all for now.

Even though Gin has a very high tolerance for him today.But he will never be allowed to go any further.

"I see, let me go."

The little detective who was carried in the air kicked his feet listlessly.

Qin Jiu was about to say something, but suddenly his expression froze.

A tune that made his stomach ache subconsciously passed through the floor and vibrated in the empty corridor, faintly reaching his ears.

Even if it is not a paragraph, just a few fragmented notes, it is enough for him to realize who is at the other end of the tune.

After all, this ditty caused many people in the organization to have ptsd.

It was the first time tonight that I saw Gin Jiu's face change, and the little detective couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

In the next second, the words he wanted to ask were covered with one hand along with his own mouth.

It's like reenacting the scene in the closet.

"Don't make a sound..."

The long-haired man said this softly, and then kept holding the little detective, and quickly and silently went down from the safe passage to the first floor.

Leave that broken melody far behind.

"Who was that just now?"

Conan, who was finally able to cancel the mute state, asked immediately.

He was very curious about this person who could change Gin's face.

Gin didn't answer him, but frowned and walked to the tall counter by the side door.

That's where the doorman sits.

The middle-aged man buried his head in his elbow and pretended to be asleep just like when he gave up on himself just now and pretended he didn't see anything.

Is there really no exception?

wrong……

Some tastes are all too familiar to people like gin who have been on the front line of life and death all year round.

It was the smell of blood.

Qin Jiu stepped forward and pushed the doorman's head.

The buried face was turned sideways.

The wide-eyed face stared at him blankly, and under the light of only a little moonlight, it obviously lost its vitality.

There was a bleeding hole between his brows.

Wet drops of blood flowed down the face to the eyelids, cheeks, and chin.

I don't know who's bad intentions, but the middle-aged man's lips were smeared thickly with bright red blood, making him look extraordinarily coquettish.

Apparently, the doorman was specially placed to look like he was asleep, which was also written by this person.

Gin took a deep breath.

He took out his mobile phone, no matter what time it was, he directly dialed a certain guy's number.

The phone rang several times before it was picked up.

A reluctant and vague voice came: "Who is it..."

"You'd better explain."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Gin opened his mouth—with a voice that seemed to be frozen into ice.

"Explain what?"

After hearing the caller's voice clearly, Green on the other end woke up instantly.

"Did you provoke that lunatic?"

"Huh? Did Charl pass by?"

"It's more positive than I thought—"

As if he didn't hear Gin's bad tone, Green had a happy and funny tone on the other end of the phone.

"It's really you..."

Qin Jiu walked out while talking on the phone.

"so what?"

There are not many people who dare to interrupt the words of gin, and Green is one of them.

His voice at this moment also became cold, and he was a different person from just now.

"Although I am on the same front as you now."

"But you have no right to intervene in the matter between me and Chartre."

"Yes, Qin-chan—"

The face-changing expert changed back to a happy look, as if the coldness just now was just an illusion.

"They're all crazy."

Gin directly hung up the phone.

As soon as he muttered something, he raised his head and saw a small figure standing quietly in the shadows ahead.