me, the protagonist

Gin felt that there might be some strange curse in this city.

Usually, he scoffed at supernatural claims, so what if there were evil spirits, they couldn't help him when he was alive, and what could he do when he was dead?

He has always acted with no scruples. When he was seen in the police station, he planned to silence him directly.But at that moment, an idea popped up in his mind that would never be his own:

"How can you hurt others? You can't do illegal things. She just wants the brand of shampoo."

When Gin recalled this paragraph again, he almost wanted to dig out his own brain to see what was going on.

This can never be his own idea! !

It doesn't matter if you don't succeed.After confirming the identity of Yamabuki Sakura, Gin decided to find a sniper spot on both sides of the parade main road. The same is true for killing her during the parade.

Isn't it exciting that a well-known idol is killed while everyone is watching?

Thinking that that beautiful cherry hair would soon be stained with blood that couldn't be washed off, Gin Jiu slightly pulled the corner of his mouth and began to attack.

Vodka should have left at this time, but after hesitating again and again, he still said: "Brother, the firm where the idol came from is under the banner of Port Mafia, will killing her rashly like this..."

They were unable to find Substance X either on Sakura or in his office at the police station.Before you get it, you will definitely stay in Yokohama for a while. At this time, it is never a good thing to conflict with local snakes.

“VODKA (vodka),”

When the last word of vodka fell, the sound of pulling the safety catch sounded at the same time.The black muzzle of the gun was like a bottomless abyss, Gin Jiu pointed the gun at him, his voice was chilling:

"I forgot to ask before, how do you know these things in such detail?"

"What did you do during the past few days in Yokohama?"

Vodka's body was stiff, and he had no doubt that as long as he showed something wrong, his elder brother would shoot immediately.All the people who chose to gamble on this point before are all dead.

"Brother," his Adam's apple twitched twice, and the plum-colored shirt that was praised was wet with cold sweat: "I have investigated the situation in Yokohama in the past few days. The location has been investigated.”

"The chick from Academy City communicated with the girls' school affiliated to the Port Mafia, and the person accompanying her was a cadre of the Port Mafia besides Sakura Yamabuki."

"But Sakura said that he had already got the things from Sakura Yamabuki. So I suspected that the things might be in the hands of that cadre now, so I asked my staff to check."

The muzzle did not move.

"The results of it?"

"The upper management has done a good job of keeping secrets. I plan to contact Bourbon in the near future. He should know a lot."

There was a commotion in front of the parade main road, and a parade car the size of a grain of rice could be seen slowly approaching in the distance.

Gin put the gun away, turned around and aimed at the sight: "Tell Bourbon, I'm going to see him today."

"yes, Sir."

Vodka responded immediately.

GIN's feeling of oppression is one of the best, and Vodka has been tensing his body until he entered the elevator before he exhaled a big breath and pulled his tie.

The back is completely soaked.Obviously he didn't do anything to betray the organization, at most he bought Zhang Shanbuki Sakura's poster.But he always felt inexplicably guilty.

Vodka sighed heavily.He's back on the street, leaning on his Porsche, smoking a cigarette and calling Bourbon.After calling several times in a row but nothing came through, I put the phone back in my pocket.

The cheering crowd approached like a wave, and he finally couldn't help taking a deep puff of his cigarette, took out his phone again in the rising white mist, and cut to the live broadcast screen.

Opening the screen is a youthful and bright smiling face, and the snow-white and delicate skin can't see the pores under the close-up.She tilted her head slightly and waved her hands to the sides. The sunlight at nine o'clock in the morning shone into her pupils, which looked like a light and translucent pink.

No longer a gray and black haunting melancholy, but the country's early spring cherry blossoms in full bloom in the winter sun.

Smoking on vodka, he looked away from the screen and into the cascading crowd.He couldn't see the scene in the main road, but he just held his breath to catch the indiscernible gunshot amidst the cheers.

boom--

Well, it's all over.

Vodka thought he would take her poster back and replace the female icon on the wall.People will gradually forget her like a female idol, and her posters will gradually oxidize and fade.

But there will be no new posters in his apartment.If he can live to return to his hometown one day, he will take her poster back and paste it in the house he bought for the elderly.

With luck, he could die looking into her eyes.

But now, it's all over.

Vodka waited, but the expected screams did not come out from the crowd, instead there was a loud cheer.

what happened?It is impossible for the eldest brother to miss.

He subconsciously looked down at his phone, and the (vodka thinks) stupid seagull behind the parade car was holding a string of hydrogen balloons. One balloon burst, and the gold foil and ribbons inside poured down and scattered behind the car. one place.

"We saw that one of the balloons in Seagull-kun's hand burst. It was originally planned to be released when the idol Sakura was sworn in."

The voice of the hostess was full of enthusiasm. In the live broadcast, the seagull looked at the burst balloon exaggeratedly, then shook his head, showing regret, and bowed to Sakura Yamabuki who turned his head when he heard the voice.

"Mr. Seagull was apologizing to his idol Sakura, and Sakura-chan touched Mr. Seagull's head. This scene is so cute, everyone can hear it, and the cheers behind me became even more enthusiastic!"

So hit the balloon by mistake?

Vodka's pupils tightened: Impossible, big brother will never miss it!Not to mention such a large deviation.

But obviously the sniper is more accepting of reality than he is.The convertible was still within sniper range, and while Vodka was still in shock, the gunshot rang out a second time.

This time there were only gunshots, let alone people, and the balloons were not even shattered.

Vodka looked towards the rooftop in disbelief.

"It's a blank bomb."

The gin that made this shot by hand couldn't be more clear.

The distance between him and the parade convoy is no more than 100 meters. This distance is the same as throwing garbage into the trash can at hand. It is absolutely impossible to miss.Gin obviously took aim, but the first bullet only hit the balloon.

It's hard to describe that feeling, it's like the strange feeling that when pouring water, the mouth of the cup is close at hand, but the liquid spills out.

It was as if something invisible had poked a ballistic in the air.

And the second round was blank, not even able to shoot out the formed projectile.

Gin gripped the handle of the gun tightly, with such strength that his knuckles began to turn white.

The cruiser was moving slowly, and he still had a third chance to aim and shoot.

But he had a strong premonition that if he pressed the button again this time, the chamber would definitely explode.

This conclusion is very absurd, and reason tells Gin that it is impossible.First of all, he has used this gun many times without any quality problems.The ammunition is also fully qualified and does not meet the conditions for bombing at all.

However, there is this premonition.

"..."

Seeing the parade car move a little bit farther away, Gin let out a light breath, and his index finger resting on the buckle loosened.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed it.

"Brother--!"

Among the noisy cheers, Sakura Yamabuki vaguely heard an extremely subtle roar.

She subconsciously turned her head to look, but found nothing.The fans who thought she had left once again enthusiastically raised their hand banners and the support card with her name written on it. The seagull doll slightly turned its head towards her, as if a little puzzled.

The deputy director beside her asked her, "Miss Yamabuki, is there something wrong?"

Yamabuki Sakura shook her head: "No, maybe I got it wrong."

One day the director's activities went very smoothly.It should be said that all the announcements in Uchiyamabuki Sakura in Yokohama City went very smoothly.

With the escort of Morisha, even when idols are popular, there are usually criticisms or negative reports-some media can always find fault with eggs to attract attention, which is not seen in Yokohama City.

The media in other places, such as Tokyo, had some negative, negative, and critical news, but the style of writing for doing things for money was obvious, and it didn't stir up any splashes.

However, Sakura Yamabuki does not have any negative news to report, after all, the world did not exist in the first 16 years of her life.Some media found this out, but most thought it was because the Mafia did a good job of keeping secrets.

It is not a new thing for gangsters to run listed companies or get involved in the field of performing arts. In fact, this is also allowed by law.

The Port Mafia is not a secret organization, its existence has always been known to the outside world.In Yokohama, they are the masters of the world like local snakes.

It can be said that, except for Sakura Yamabuki who thinks that Morisha is a multinational trading company, most people in Yokohama have heard the rumor that "Morisha's entertainment department is backed by black roads."

After Edogawa Conan inquired about this, his wariness towards Yamabuki Sakura almost dissipated.

Unless it is an undercover organization, it is impossible for the black organization to absorb members of other mafias into the organization.After all, this kind of thing is different from a serious job, and there is no such thing as a "part-time job".

— Except for certain people.

Looking at Sakura Yamabuki who swore to the microphone, Conan was a little impressed: with so many flashes flashing one after another, he was able to maintain a normal blinking frequency as usual.

No, or it is less frequent than the average person's daily blink rate.

Conan has been watching her intently, without noticing that she blinked a few times.

"Is this a professional idol..."

I remember when he was Kudo Shinichi, he was often complained by the media that he couldn't find any usable photos.In the end, we could only take pictures within a few seconds of his turning around, at least that way we wouldn't get a picture of him closing his eyes.

"However, since she is not from that organization, what did she say to GIN when she was at the police station?"

Conan remembered what he saw in the monitoring room in the morning.

How did gin and vodka come to Yokohama?If he guessed correctly, the chief of the Yokohama police station had disappeared for at least a while, and he might have died.

It is very likely that they were killed by Gin and the others.

I didn't expect to come to see Gojo Satoru once, and there would be unexpected gains.

He waited patiently, and carefully observed Sakura Yamabuki for another day, but he really didn't find any signs of an undercover agent from the black organization on her body.

After thinking twice, finally at the end of the event, when Yamabuki Sakura asked him if he had thought about his social research homework, Conan pretended to be excited and nodded:

"Well! I learned a lot today, and I also saw an old man with long hair, he turned out to have silver hair!"

"Really," Yamabuki Sakura smiled, "Actually, I also met that big brother."

"Hooked!"

"Wow, really?" The little boy was innocent, he tugged on Sakura's cuff, and said eagerly, "Did Sister Sakura talk to him?"

"Of course!" Yamabuki Sakura became a little proud, she raised her face slightly, and said proudly: "I asked him the secret of his usual hair care!"

Conan: "Wow, so it's...care for...hair...?"

You and the backbone of the transnational, criminal, and organization met mysteriously in the police station, and you two just talked about this?

That's it? !

The image of the cold and suspicious Gin in Conan's heart collapsed along with it.

The last one to collapse was Toru Amuro, who was discussing the protagonist's saving the world in a serious manner at Sakura Yamabuki's house.

Are you all like this?Haven't found it before?

Edogawa Conan has never been so confused since he was born.

"That's right! Conan-kun, do you want to listen to it, it can make your hair smooth and smooth?" Yamabuki Sakura was in high spirits. She couldn't hear the doubts in Conan's heart that made her soul tremble, so she squatted down and leaned into Conan's ear enthusiastically:

"Tell you, it's ▇▇▇▇."

Yamabuki Sakura feels that in the future, she should fully assess the other party's ability to accept, and then reveal the secrets of hair care.

Look, after listening to the secret recipe, Mr. Conan has an expression of being out of his body until he gets in the car.Must have been blown away by this amazing recipe!

The author says:

*Yokohama Mariners is a football club, and it seems that the name is no longer called after the merger.Their mascot is a seagull named "Mr. Marinos".

* Japanese underworld operations are legal and can operate listed companies.However, in recent years, with the promulgation of the "Act on Countermeasures against Violent Groups" and the "Regulations on the Exclusion of Violent Groups", they have gradually been excluded by society.