The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

"Conan" was stunned by this sudden order.

Why did the masked man call me?

And he looks very familiar with me? It’s like we’ve collaborated like this before…

But "Conan" thought about it again and soon felt relieved.

The other party is the FBI, and he also has his phone that was taken away by Judy. Of course he will hear from Judy that he is a "very smart elementary school student."

Thinking of this, "Conan" no longer hesitated, and quickly followed the instructions on the phone to search for suspicious people in the auditorium.

However, there are hundreds of guests from all over the world gathered in the auditorium at this time. It is not easy to find suspicious people here.

The only way is to walk around the crowd in the auditorium first and see if you can find anything.

"Sister...Sister Yuanzi, I have to go to the toilet~"

"Conan" almost spilled the beans and turned around to ask for leave from Sonoko next to him.

But before Yuanzi could agree, he quickly ran away.

Taking advantage of his short stature, he shuttled among the guests in the auditorium, his keen eyes under the lenses observing everyone's details to see if there was anything unnatural.

Almost everyone in the auditorium was looking down at their phones, searching for the latest updates about the parade.

From time to time, the fragile guests would exclaim, "Oh! My God!" and make small gestures such as covering their mouths.

Suspicious person...

Suspicious person...

"Conan" walked, silently reciting his search target in his heart.

After all, Qin Zhibo didn't say what specific aspects were suspicious, so he could only judge based on his own intuition.

But "Conan's" intuition in this regard has always been very accurate.

While walking, suddenly a middle-aged blond man wearing a black suit broke into "Conan"'s sight.

This man passed by "Conan" with an anxious expression on his face and hurried towards the passage at the side of the auditorium.

"Conan" looked at the man's back and felt something was wrong.

Everyone in the auditorium is intently checking the latest news on the Internet. Where is he going?

"Conan" frowned and quietly followed from behind.

The man walked quickly, trotting down the long passage, checking his watch many times, and soon ran into the men's room.

In a hurry to go to the toilet?

"Conan" wondered for a moment. If he was going to the toilet, why should he pay special attention to the time?

He decided to keep going.

Arriving at the door of the men's room, "Conan" stood behind the wall of the door and heard the sound of nausea and retching coming from the bathroom.

"Ugh... ugh!"

"Conan" quietly poked out half of his head to look inside, and found the man standing in front of the sink, picking at his throat with his hands.

Half of his hand had already been put into his mouth, and the muscles on his face were twisted to the extreme.

"vomit!"

He kept vomiting into the pool without realizing that "Conan" had stood up behind him.

"Uncle? What's wrong with you?"

"Conan" asked tentatively in a childish voice, trying to determine the reason why the other party did this.

The blond man turned his head, his long, slightly wrinkled face full of pain.

He yelled, "It's too late!"

The man spoke English, but there was no problem for "Conan" who was fluent in foreign languages.

"What happened is too late!"

"Conan" also asked anxiously in English. He could tell that the man must be experiencing something unusual.

The blond man raised a palm to signal "Conan" not to come over, and said painfully: "Those black guys, they forced me to do this!"

"They took my family hostage!"

black!

Hearing this vocabulary, "Conan"'s eyes widened.

But when he was about to walk over and ask carefully what was going on, the blond man's stomach suddenly exploded.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Red flesh and blood burst out, splattering all over "Conan".

Under the blood-stained glasses, "Conan" looked at the blond man in front of him with his stomach blown to pieces in disbelief, his pupils dilated.

He said...black!

…

Vespagna capital, Prince Street.

As more police cars and ambulances arrived, the rescue work at the scene was greatly accelerated.

At the request of the Zenigata Police Department, the bodies of all assassins were gathered together for investigation.

After an inventory, it was confirmed that there were 30 assassins in total. Including the driver who was blown up with the explosion of the AH-64, the number should be 31.

No matter in terms of number of people, weapons and equipment, or elite level, these people cannot belong to ordinary mercenary organizations.

And when investigating the identities of these people one by one, it was discovered that these people come from all over the world, of all races, and are widely distributed.

"Who are these people?"

Kudo Yusaku held his chin and fell into thinking.

The Qianxing Police Department on the side got a new phone number and contacted Interpol to ask it to send additional manpower to further determine the identity of this group of assassins.

Lupine III borrowed Polaroids from nearby citizens and took photos of some assassins' faces, intending to investigate them in his own way.

Among the group of people, Qin Zhibo was the only one who stood next to the assassin's body, with his hands on his trousers, and "moves in silence" to the corpse one by one.

【Corpse investigation completed√】

[...Congratulations on getting the character skill: Firearms]

[Acquire repeated skills, converted into 1000 proficiency of that skill]

During the "mourning of silence", Qin Zhibo's skill proficiency also skyrocketed.

After investigating the corpses of all the guards and assassins, the firearms skills have been upgraded.

The current firearm level is 7, proficiency is 4270/64000, and the maximum accurate range is 750 yards.

In addition, he also gained three new fighting skills: boxing, close combat, and karate, and other previously repeated skills were also gained.

Make money with blood!

Qin Zhibo checked his skill panel and couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.

This method of improving skills is so cool. After only ten minutes of "touching corpses", the firearms skills have been upgraded to one level.

The key is that skills become more difficult to upgrade as you advance to the next level. The required skill proficiency doubles for each level.

Qin Zhibo glanced at the streets, and there were many corpses of civilians. There was no time to deal with them all, so he could only temporarily cover them with white cloth.

Then these corpses are also "silenced"...

At this moment, Qin Zhibo's phone rang.

It was the iconic marimba ringtone of the iPhone, and the lively music made other people nearby couldn't help but turn their heads and look.

Qin Zhibo walked a little further before picking up the phone and answering it.

"Did you find anything?"

He knew the caller was "Conan."

"Well, a man's stomach suddenly exploded in the bathroom. He might have taken a microcapsule bomb..."

"Conan" was not sure what caused the man's stomach to explode, but after spending time with Dr. A Li, he guessed that there might be such black technology in the world.

"Conan" glanced at the tragic scene being inspected by the palace guards, and continued: "This man's identity is an American official, but before he died, he said that he had been threatened..."

"The people who threatened him were a group of black guys."

Black guy?

Although Qin Zhibo did not have black PTSD, he immediately thought of black organizations.

Is it the black organization in this world?

If it is an organization, it is not surprising.

At least the organization has this strength. Fierce assassins, AH-64s, and various high-tech weapons are all within the organization's capabilities.

But why does the organization want to get involved in this matter?

What benefits can the organization gain from attacking Queen Mira?

Qin Zhibo stood there and meditated for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Maybe I’m complicating things...

According to the Mi-Go alien race's style of doing things, they will not invade a region or country on a large scale, but they will look for suitable human agents.

Is it possible that the human agent Mi Go is looking for is the black organization in this world?

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo suddenly felt a chill coming down his spine.

The black organization itself is troublesome, and if Mi Go's cooperation is added, it will be even more troublesome.

And why the black organization joined forces with Mi Ge is also a problem in itself.

Kirad and Mi Go joined forces in order to realize their inner ambition and usurp the throne of Vespania.

Is it possible that the purpose of the black organization is to obtain the ore that Mi Ge dug in the mining area?

This is very possible, because the Vespagna ore's ability to shield electromagnetic waves is said to be able to change the world structure.

The black organization's move is most likely to buy time for Mi Ge in the mining area.

Because the new queen was attacked during the coronation parade, the country will definitely prioritize investigating the matter with all its efforts, and temporarily put aside the matter of Mi Go occupying the mining area.

If we think about it in reverse, the black organization will delay the mining of Mi Ge, which means that the mining of Mi Ge is about to be completed.

Time cannot be delayed any longer!

…

Time was urgent, Qin Zhibo came to Kudo Yusaku and quietly told him his thoughts.

Kudo Yusaku looked solemn and was lost in thought.

If time is allowed to drag on, M.G. will leave the mining area after completing mining.

Not only may the ore fall into the hands of dangerous organizations, Xiaolan's body cannot be exchanged, and Qin Zhibo and Conan will also lose hope of returning to their original world.

"It seems that the situation is very urgent, and troops must be mobilized immediately to attack the mining area."

Qin Zhibo also had the same idea as Kudo Yusaku, but the key issue was that mobilizing troops required Mira's handwriting, because she was the newly crowned queen.

"Then let's go find Mira now..."

"Um."

The two confirmed each other's ideas, and were about to take the police car to the hospital where Mira was.

Before leaving, Qin Zhibo saw Conan still standing there in silence, so he said hello.

"Let's go, Ke Bei!"

Conan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw Qin Zhibo and Kudo Yusaku already sitting in the police car, and trotted over to follow them.

"whats the matter?"

"Go to the hospital to see Mira and ask her to advance the time for the decisive battle..." Qin Zhibo explained as concisely as possible.

When Conan heard this, his heart was lifted, "What time?"

Qin Zhibo responded with a calm look.

"Just today!"

…

The three people took a police car and arrived at the largest capital hospital in Visbania. A large number of patients waiting for treatment had gathered at the entrance of the hospital.

Countless groans of pain echoed in the hall, all from innocent citizens injured in the accident.

The nurses in white clothes were busy moving between the various hospital beds.

As a queen, Mira certainly wouldn't wait in the hall for an empty ward like these citizens, who were probably already hospitalized.

But the specific location must be completely confidential.

Qin Zhibo took out the magic extractor and put it on, silently closed his eyes, and imagined Mao Lilan's face in his mind.

Soon, inspiration from two different directions appeared in my mind.

One is Mira, who looks exactly like Mourilan, and the other belongs to Fujiko Mine, who temporarily uses Mourilan's body.

Fujiko Mine's location is still in the direction of the apartment, so Mira's location is easy to identify.

"It should be upstairs."

Qin Zhibo, Kudo Yusaku, and Conan took the elevator and soon arrived at the fourth floor of the hospital.

After checking the direction again, Mira was on this floor.

In order to cover up his cheating behavior, Qin Zhibo finally said: "Let's search on this floor first..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Kudo Yusaku raised his hand and pointed to the end of the left side of the floor, "No need to look for it."

Looking in the direction Kudo Yusaku pointed, there were indeed several guards and police standing in the corridor. If they weren't guarding important people in the ward, they wouldn't be like this.

The three of them ran over quickly, but were blocked before they got even ten meters away from the door of the ward.

"Who are you? Stop!"

The police and guards were all on standby and did not allow anyone to get close. They even reached for the pistols on their backs.

Kudo Yusaku, the only one who looked like a good person without a mask, spread his hands to show that he had no hostility.

"We are friends of Her Majesty the Queen and have been in the parade before."

"We have important things to report to the Queen..."

Before Kudo Yusaku finished speaking, the policeman suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Kudo Yusaku's head, as if reacting to stress.

"I don't know who you are! No one is allowed to approach the Queen now anyway!"

"If you don't want to get hurt, get out of here quickly!"

The police seem to be unreasonable, but in this chaotic situation, there is no room for reason.

Because anyone could be an assassin intent on killing the queen.

Fortunately, at this time, a soft voice came from the ward.

"Who is... outside?"

Qin Zhibo recognized Mira's voice and quickly replied, "Big-headed son and little-headed father..."

This is something only Mira and Fujiko Mine can understand. After all, they have flown on the same plane before.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Mira in the ward spoke up.

"Let them come in..."

At Mira's order, the police and guards at the door moved out of the way and let the three people in.

In the slightly dark ward, with the blinds closed, a nurse and doctor were checking Mira's physical indicators, while two guards were watching over her.

Mira, who was half lying on the hospital bed, had a white bandage wrapped around her forehead. Apart from her pale face, she didn't seem to have suffered too many injuries.

But this is also the result of the lives of hundreds of royal guards.