The Secret of Gin [Conan]

After blowing up the two organizational buildings, the BOSS called.

It was the same inorganic, computer-altered male voice.

"Gin, explain."

The fewer words you use, the worse the mood of the boss.

Gin had already prepared, he didn't blame Rum, but simply explained the situation.

"...The Japanese police are very purposeful. They know a lot of things they shouldn't know, such as the organization's hidden location. Combined with the previous Tokyo serial bombings, we have reason to believe that many of the organization's stronghold addresses have been leaked. I suggest important All personnel and equipment must be transferred."

BOSS has many news channels, and he obviously got the information about this bombing and arson case.

Just like what Qin Jiu said, there is no need for the police to search the underground floors, and this kind of ordinary case should not be handed over to the public security police, but all signs show that these people are here to dig out the secrets of the organization.

"Gin, you've let me down, and of course, so has Rum."

"..."

Gin didn't answer, he was holding his phone with a complicated expression.

The BOSS over there continued to say: "The organization consumes the most resources in Japan and has the greatest influence here. Whether you can use weapons or intelligence, the degree of freedom is unimaginable. I will hand over Japan's affairs to Rum, I entrust you with the responsibility of eradicating the undercover organization, is this the answer sheet for your trust in me?"

"I'm sorry, boss."

Gin whispered.

There is no guilt in his voice, nor the fear of other members when facing the boss, only the respect they deserve.

But the BOSS knew that Gin was like this, and he never doubted Gin's loyalty, because apart from the organization, there was no second force that could give Gin a better life.

And Belmode, if she falls into the hands of other forces, she will probably be vivisectioned. She can't betray the organization and join other forces, and she can't betray.

As for Rum, he is the number two figure in the organization and has worked for the organization for many years. No matter where he goes, he cannot get equal power and strength, so it is impossible for Rum to betray.

Rum did have flaws, but what the BOSS valued was a flawed second in command, and he didn't want an ambitious, smart and capable person to sit in the position of deputy.

Everyone has a price tag, and every loyalty has a bottom line.

BOSS only trusts those who "have no other choice".

"I will order Rum to withdraw from Tokyo. You first get rid of the policeman who is staring at you. As for the detective...just kill him."

"Yes, boss."

Gin hung up the phone expressionlessly.

He leaned against the cheap sofa in the temporary base, his eyes were cold.

This is not the site of the organization, but a car repair shop under the name of peripheral members, located near Ekota Station in Tokyo (Note)

The two consecutive transfers made these organization members and researchers feel like frightened birds. They couldn't sleep well, and the conditions were poor and the space was crowded. In addition, Gin Jiu, the evil god in the organization, was in charge, and they had to worry about whether they would be considered undercover by Gin Jiu. Mu Cangsha was tortured, his face was covered with dark circles.

"Contact Belmode and let these people leave Tokyo in batches." Gin said to Vodka.

"That Mori Kogoro..."

Vodka is also aware of it, and Belmode really wants to know the whereabouts of Kogoro Mori. If she is in charge of receiving these transfer personnel, the situation of Kogoro Mori will not be concealed.

Gin caressed the black wooden barn body of Bo | Lai | Tower, and walked to the inner room.

"boom."

There was a sound of a wooden barn.

Many people have scalp numbness.

Gin came out and ordered Vodka to plant a bomb in the room.

——Looking at the expression, it doesn't look like he just killed someone.

However, this is also the normal performance of gin.

The members of the organization knew that although Gin was terrifying, except for interrogating to obtain information, he had no habit of torturing or abusing others for a long time. As long as he could solve it in a second, he would not waste a second bullet.

After a murder, it is also the normal operation of the organization to plant a bomb without disposing of the corpse.

Not surprising at all.

Anyway, after hearing that they were planning to withdraw from Tokyo, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you can get rid of the scrutiny of Gin Jiu and get rid of this inexplicable and unlucky life, any arrangement is fine.

53

Mori Kogoro is not dead.

Vodka couldn't figure it out, why did Gin pretend to have killed Mori Kogoro, was it because he wanted to release fake news?

But why are there so many bombs in this room, enough to blow up three buildings?Is it going to be a trap?

Vodka wanted to return, but he didn't ask.

After all, there are too many people here, and the elder brother is in a bad mood.

This time their evacuation plan went smoothly. There were no strange cases, and no policemen who appeared suddenly. It was so peaceful that everyone suspected that the chaos of the past two days was just a dream.

They left in batches.

You can't ask about your destination, and you can't miss the time of retreat.

The atmosphere in the organization was tense, and there were obviously dark ghosts. No one dared to do something outrageous at this time, which would arouse suspicion.

So they don't know where the vodka went or when the gin left.

eight pm.

Gin replaced his black windbreaker, and brought vodka to a high-rise apartment near Jianggutian Station.

"Brother, this is the safe house I was looking for urgently."

"It's not a safe house, it's an observation point."

Gin surveyed his surroundings.

In an old apartment building more than ten years old, although the floors are high, there are fire-proof stairs at the back, and the floor space is so narrow that he can jump directly to the balconies of the residents opposite.There is also a huge neon billboard hanging in front of the building. Hiding behind the signboard and using binoculars or sniping the wooden warehouse is very concealed.

The first choice of snipers is the rooftop. They like to occupy the commanding heights, and the windows of apartment buildings with narrow viewing angles are too aggrieved.

"Brother, why don't we choose the top floor? That house is also vacant. It's not a safe house anyway. We'll only stay there for a few hours at night and no one will know."

"Need not."

Gin moved the cabinet by the window of the room, looked at the garage in the distance, and lowered his head to check the time.

There are still three hours until the bomb is activated.

Gin believed that the FBI or the Japanese police would definitely get the news—the clues were picked up from those members of the retreating organization, from the responders arranged by Belmode, and even the messy cases that happened, and then the repeated With a set of suffocation procedures, the garage can always be searched around the corner.

But this time, Gin gave them a surprise.

An unconscious Mori Kogoro and the bomb strapped to him.

The power is very powerful, the structure of the bombs is also very complicated, and there are still a lot of them, distributed in every corner.

It is impossible for ordinary bomb disposal personnel to dismantle it.

"Let me see who is behind this poor detective and who will come to save him."

Gin's face was completely hidden in the darkness, only the red light of the cigarette butt could be seen.

The slender fingers held the cigarette, and the shaken ash fell on the floor lightly like fine snow in early winter.

His dark green eyes were hidden under the long hair, and suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

"They're here. Vodka, whether you're watching a fireworks show tonight or watching Speedy Rescue, you have to look forward to the performance of the Japanese police and FBI!"

54.

"No, I don't believe that Gin will not directly kill Uncle Mori! He will never willingly abandon the valuable pieces in his hand!" Kudo Shinichi blushed, desperately emphasizing that Mori Kogoro might still be alive.

"That proves it's a trap!"

Toru Amuro was wearing a thick coat, hat and mask, commanding in the car, "First use the drone to go in and investigate."

The garage door was locked, and no one responded to any knocks. The blasting team and the bomb disposal team had already arrived at the door to check it carefully. After confirming that there was no detonation device at the door, they quickly dismantled the rolling gate.

The drone quickly flew in, and then the heavily armed riot police.

"A large number of explosives were found!"

"Found the target!"

The image was transmitted quickly, and everyone gasped.

I saw a timing detonator tied directly to Mori Kogoro's chest, and the four corners of the hospital bed were placed with bombs with balanced impact devices, as long as there was a slight vibration, there was a possibility of exploding.

In addition, there are plastic|plastic bombs on the walls, Kogoro Mori's oxygen pipes and life support equipment.

This is simply a cake workshop full of bombs, and Mori Kogoro is obviously the cake embryo that has been decorated in various ways.

"Damn it!" Conan ran down holding his helmet.

"Hey, wait!"

Kudo Shinichi was shocked, you are a child who can't dismantle bombs, what are you doing?

Conan said firmly: "I will dismantle it. All you need to do is cut the thread with a knife for those plastic | plastic bombs outside. One more person will give you more strength. We need to hurry."

"what?"

Kudo Shinichi was at a loss, and he was even more at a loss when he found that Amuro Toru did not stop Conan.

Because he was really worried, Kudo Shinichi could only bite the bullet and run in.

Soon the casing of the first bomb was removed.

"This--"

Conan froze.

How can this be?Why is there no wire in this bomb?

Kudo Shinichi squatted beside him and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"This, this bomb is different, it's abominable!" Conan clenched his fists hard.

"Aren't all bombs like this?" Kudo Shinichi suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that the bombs in your world are like the movies, one red line and one blue line, just cut one at random with luck?"

"..."

"Standard bombs are produced on an assembly line, and the seams fit perfectly. Only special tools can be used to disassemble them. Otherwise, it is the kind of self-made bomb, which is full of messy threads, layer after layer, and all the threads are the same color. Unless the prisoner specially prepares, otherwise Who is so considerate and divides them into different colors, it’s not the connection plug of the main computer case, one color hole matches one line, so that people won’t get it wrong.”

When the prisoner made it, his idea was to prevent people from dismantling it, and it was no different from a knot.

Kudo Shinichi saw Conan's face, his voice became lower and lower, and he said with a dry smile: "Well, maybe our customs are different?"

"It's gin." Conan lowered his head, his voice muffled,

"what?"

"This is indeed a trap, but it is also a difficult problem. Gin may be not far from here. He specially selected these bombs that are difficult to dismantle... He wants to find out who he thinks is a threat."

Conan stood up, looked at Mori Kogoro who was close at hand, and shouted in his heart: Ran!No matter what, I will save Uncle Maori.

At this moment, Kogoro Mori, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved.

"Ahhhhhhh—Mr. Maori, don't move, there's a bomb!"

"Um, uh, what?"

Mori Kogoro looked at the ceiling in horror. Because he stretched halfway and found the wound hurt, he was stopped urgently, so his limbs kept a strange twisting arc.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Conan, Shinichi Kudo and the bomb disposal team who were standing at the door panting.

55.

A pitch-black sniper barn hangs over the window.

Long silver hair hangs down on the side of Mu Cang's body.

The dark green eyes behind the scope stared coldly into the depths of the darkness.

"Shuichi Akai, did you show up here tonight with that smell that I hate...and Bourbon, I can't wait to give you a surprise."

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Note: Ekoda, here is the daily activity range of Kaito Kuroba, the real body of Kaito Kidd

There is a stalk in Conan’s official comics, that is, the night when Kidd appears by default, the crime rate will drop and the survival rate will increase that night

(Because according to Ke Xue's theory, the "prisoner" who confronted the detective this night is a strange thief. As long as it is not a theatrical version, other murders will generally not happen)