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Since he was going to flee, the hospital gown must be changed.

Xijian Heyin took out a few colorful shopping bags from behind the bed, cut off the tags, and put on new clothes.

Inside was a new suit. He changed out of the hospital gown and put on the somewhat solemn black suit.

Conan looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Sherlock's taste has always been very good. Whether it's clothing or other things, he pays attention to matching. Although they are all suits and trench coats, they will also change their colors.And he has never worn such a solemn color, a pure black suit, and even a black tie...

A match like this is usually only seen at funerals.

Even Conan, who watched him change his clothes, was a little dazed when he saw the final result, and called out, "Sherlock?"

Xijian Heyin took out a mask, and responded to Conan casually, "Yeah."

Facing the mirror, he tied his hair into a ponytail with a hair tie, and took sunglasses and a mask to cover his face.

Xijian Heyin looked left and right in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and led Conan out of the main door of the room in a fair manner.

Along the way, I met doctors and nurses who often checked him these days. Xijian Heyin greeted them naturally, and the medical staff only thought that he was here to visit the well-known patient who was visited by many people every day. One of the people who never imagined that he was the one who was sent here before, who was so dying that he almost died.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, a black car drove over and stopped in front of them. The driver got out of the car and bowed very politely, "Mr. Holmes."

Xijian Heyin took off his sunglasses, revealed his red eyes, and nodded coldly.

The driver pulled the back seat of the car, waited for Shiomi Kazuo and Conan to get into the car, closed the door and returned to his seat.

The car sped away, and in the nearby white car, the blond young man just frowned at the license plate just now, and a man's urging voice came from the phone in his hand, [Bourbon, what are you thinking?Quickly answer my question. ]

"Sorry." Toru Amuro put the phone on the stand beside him, plugged in the Bluetooth headset and started the car, followed the car, "Can I trouble you to explain the mission again, RUM (Rum)."

[I don't know what you're doing, I advise you not to have any thoughts that you shouldn't have. ] Rum threatened him with a gloomy voice, [I will send you the target location to your mailbox. If it is done well this time, the BOSS may interview you. ]

"Will the BOSS take a fancy to me?" Toru Amuro revealed a voice of surprise almost seamlessly, but quickly calmed down, "I know, I will complete the task well."

The other person hung up the phone, but there was no message from the mailbox, it should take a while.

When Toru Amuro left the hospital, he received this troublesome call. After apologizing to the other people, he chatted with the person sitting in the car, and then saw the strange car.

As a police officer and undercover agent, Toru Amuro's observation skills are much better than ordinary people. He has long noticed this car that has been driving around for a long time.Until the car finally stopped, a teenager who looked like Sherlock got into the car with Conan Edogawa.

When seeing Edogawa Conan, Toru Amuro thought he had misunderstood the person. That child should be with Sherlock now, and it is absolutely impossible to leave with someone else at this time...

Then there is only one possibility, that boy is the famous detective who was supposed to rest on the hospital bed.

Toru Amuro chased after him without thinking too much. After all, the task of the organization is not so urgent, and it will be too late when he is sure what these two people are going to do.

But what Rum said...that the BOSS will interview him, it seems that Belmode also said it before?

He has been undercover in the organization for five or six years, even if he got the code name, he has never gained the trust of the boss. Why did he come at this moment suddenly?

Toru Amuro knew that there must be some inside story, and he didn't know anything about it now, but this kind of opportunity is indeed very rare, no matter how dangerous it is, he will never give up.

The car in front gradually slowed down, and Toru Amuro also slowed down and drove in another direction. After making a circle and coming back, he happened to see Sherlock and Conan getting out of the car together and entering the annex .

here is……

Toru Amuro frowned slightly, turned on the phone and quickly pressed a few times, trying to find out the information of the owner of the annex, but at this moment, he finally received the email.It has been 10 minutes since I hung up Rum's call, and it would definitely not be so slow according to the usual speed.

Toru Amuro opened the email that he didn't receive until he parked the car, but when he read the words clearly, it seemed as if a bucket of cold water poured down from the top of his head, plunged his whole body into endless cold.

He pursed his lips tightly, the veins in his eyes holding the steering wheel with one hand were bulging, he looked around carefully as if he was overly sensitive, and finally threw the phone on the seat next to him.

On the email page with the screen still on, the text on the email sent from the mysterious organization was slowly disappearing, and finally the entire email disappeared from his phone.

"Stand here.

——M”

It used to be written like this on the mail.

Conan didn't expect that Sherlock actually ran out after accepting the commission. From this, it can be seen that he really has nothing to do.

Sherlock Holmes, a detective who is only famous within the Metropolitan Police Department, never accepts any interviews or reports. Even if someone captures him, all the content will disappear on the Internet within 24 hours.

However, private commissions usually rely on people's word of mouth. If there is no evidence to believe and have a puzzle that can make an otaku go out, only one of these two conditions is difficult to meet.But even so, his invitations were endless, but in Conan's impression, Sherlock basically did not accept a few personal invitations.

All in all, there was only the incident of the exhibition artist substitute for the first time he served as Sherlock's assistant, and the incident of the jewelry box of Miyagawa's house a few months ago, nothing more.

Of course, it is also possible that he accepted the private invitation and did not take him there, but the possibility is extremely small.

So it's really strange to accept such a private commission today, even Sherlock's attitude is very strange, no matter from which point of view, it seems that he shouldn't go out at this time.

But it seems to make sense... After all, Sherlock has been bored in the hospital for a long time, and suddenly received a commission, and it is estimated that Sherlock will go even to find the lost cat.

And this kind of situation where there is someone to pick up when you go out, it must have been agreed in advance, even the time is so accurate... Conan glanced at Sherlock, who seemed extraordinarily lively today.

This guy completely took my reaction into account, didn't he think that I would refuse!

Conan thought a little depressed, but he replayed the scene just now. If he did it again, the possibility of him refusing should still be zero.

...It's even worse, it's completely under control.

At the entrance of the annex, they met the owner here.

The lady named Crowe looks about 30 years old, wearing a long black dress, she is a beauty in the universal sense.

Both facial features and temperament are excellent, no accident she should have many suitors.

However, according to her self-introduction, Ms. Crowe is still unmarried for the following reasons:

"Because I have someone who wants to dedicate my life..." The black-haired woman gently pulled her hair behind her ears and said with a chuckle.

"A person who devotes his whole life?" Conan thinks this statement is a bit strange. Don't they usually refer to career...or something?

Ms. Crowe showed a mysterious smile at him, changed the topic calmly, and looked at the detective aside, "I didn't expect Mr. Holmes to be so young."

Xijian Heyin took off her mask after she finished speaking, showing a smirk.

Ms. Crowe was taken aback by his smile, and stared at him for a long time before sighing, "You look very good, too. If I were 20 years younger, I would have chased you."

"Let's forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep." Xijian Heyin laughed, and entered the annex first with his hands behind his back.

There seems to be some connotation in these words... Before Conan had time to think carefully, the beautiful lady didn't care about Sherlock's attitude at all. She bent down and stretched out her hand to him, and said very gently, "Then, little brother, we Go in too."

Conan hesitated for a moment, didn't hold her hand, just smiled politely at her, and took two quick steps to catch up with Xiomi Heyin.

Ms. Crowe straightened up, looking at the backs of the two people, her eyes became more gentle.She turned around, gestured to the building in the distance, then turned and walked in.

In the place she was looking at just now, the light reflected a few times, as if someone had been hiding there long ago.

[Wait... what's going on here? 】

[Crow?This name is too dangerous, I have a bad feeling]

【Me too……】

【Sherlock is still a wounded person, Conan, a kid, can't take Sherlock with him】

[Grass, run!Sherlock can't stand being hurt again, and neither can I! 】

After entering the annex, the entire hall is filled with a very strong artistic atmosphere. When entering the door, there is a huge portrait oil painting, but the specific face is blocked by the curtain, and only the remaining half of the body can be seen.

It's not like a house for people to live in, it's more like an art exhibition or something.

In addition to the portrait in front of him, the corridor extending to the inside is also covered with various paintings on the walls, and none of them are random street stalls, they can be called works of art.

The detective stood in front of the covered oil painting, watching quietly with his hands in his pockets.

He had been waiting for this time a long time ago.

"I have a very distressing thing." Ms. Crowe said, she showed a pitifully distressed expression, but the people present didn't like it very much, she still said softly, "This house is the one I got The man said that there are treasures that everyone would envy... Although I am not short of money, I still want to know what treasure it is."

"If you can find that treasure, I will give it to you." Ms. Crowe said with a smile, "The specific content is inside. I will go and take it out for you, or will you go and see it with me?"

Conan turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, who was staring at the huge oil painting in deep thought. He didn't want to disturb him, so he said, "I'm with you."

He heard Conan's voice getting farther and farther away, and something hard hit his head.

"At such a close distance, you should know that a gun is useless to me." The detective said calmly, and took out a pipe from his pocket with his right hand.

According to common sense, the closer the weapon is, the easier it is to hit, not to mention the distance to the head.In front of the detective, this is completely the opposite. The closer the distance, the easier it is for him to dodge, and the gunman has had an experience before.

The silver-haired TOPKILLER was unmoved, and said in a low voice, "It may not work for you, but it's different for others."

"You're right." Sherlock turned around indifferently, not worried about whether the man would shoot suddenly, facing the dark muzzle of the gun with a calm smile, "So I didn't come Yet."

Gin didn't speak, but stared at him expressionlessly.

"But don't shoot, I'm afraid of scaring Conan." The detective said calmly, and took a step towards Gin, "Now you can take me away."

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Harmony: But I don't guarantee what will happen.