The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

clatter……

clatter……

Footsteps in the corridor were slowly approaching, until they stopped at the door of the ward.

The ward was dark, and the shadow of a pair of feet reflected on the ground in the ward through the gap under the door, just like a common scene in a thriller.

The only difference is that Yuya Kazami has a gun in his hand.

All fear comes from lack of firepower.

But even with sufficient firepower, Kazami Yuya was still very nervous inside.

He was not sure whether the person standing at the door was his colleague, a nurse from the hospital, or an enemy.

This hesitation made him hesitate in his heart, and he was unable to press the trigger with his finger.

However, he was so nervous that he didn't notice a slender figure wearing a hospital gown behind him, who had stepped out of the opened "cocoon".

Suddenly, a sharp palm strike struck Yuya Kazami on the back of his neck from behind.

Feng Jian Yuya couldn't react in time and fainted on the ground.

Curacao walked over Kazami Yuya's body with his bare feet, glanced at the shadow reflected on the ground, then reached out to unlock the door and opened the door.

Outside the room, a man with black hair and a black trench coat was standing there, holding a silenced pistol in his right hand, pointing it straight at the eyebrow where Yuya Kazami was standing just now.

At this moment, Curacao pushed out of the room and walked out, with the gun pointed directly at Curacao's eyebrows.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, Curaçao's expression remained unchanged.

“Scotch whiskey…”

"Curaçao, how did you get out?"

Curacao calmly explained: "I have recovered my memory a long time ago, and I have been waiting for the opportunity to escape from that..."

Scotch's eyes glanced into the ward, and there was a huge cocoon-shaped device in the darkness.

"What's that?"

"I don't know...maybe it's an electric shock therapy device to help restore memory."

Before Scotch could continue to ask questions, Curaçao walked away from the gun pointed at him, came to the corridor, and asked: "How did you find this place?"

"Thermal imaging camera."

Curacao glanced at the empty corridor and understood immediately.

"I see……"

Although Kazami Yuya had a good idea, he ignored that once the doctors, nurses and patients in the hospital were evacuated, those who were still in the hospital would only need to scan the outside with a thermal imaging camera to know the specific location.

At this moment, Feng Jianyu, who was lying on the ground, regained some consciousness, struggled to straighten his head, and looked out the door.

But just looking at it, he saw a familiar face.

"Mr. Zhufu..."

Scotch immediately turned his head as if stressed, his eyes slightly wrinkled.

The next second, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Yuya Kazami's head.

Curacao saw this and quickly asked: "Hey, what are you going to do?"

Scotch didn't answer, but continued to exert force with his finger, and the angle of the pistol trigger gradually narrowed.

Just when the bullet was about to eject from the muzzle of the long gun equipped with a silencer, a large number of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

The two of them turned around and looked over at the same time, only to see a large number of people in suits appearing at the corner of the stairs.

"Hey! There!"

Several men in suits were obviously members of the police and came to provide support.

Without saying a word, Curacao ran away to another staircase.

Scotch turned his gun and fired several shots in the direction of several public security policemen.

Several police officers hurriedly hid in a nearby ward and fired back with guns drawn.

Pia!

Pia!

For a moment, the originally quiet corridor turned into a battlefield filled with bullets.

Scotch followed Curacao to the corner of the stairs on this side, and the latter quickly asked where to escape next.

"above."

The two quickly rushed to the seventh floor, the top floor of the hospital, and came to the rooftop.

In the sky, a black helicopter was hovering.

A rope ladder descended from the air and landed directly in front of the two of them.

Without any courtesy, Curacao took the lead in grabbing the crossbar of the rope ladder and climbed up a short distance with his bare feet, leaving a place for Scotch.

Scotch Whiskey below used firepower to suppress the police who chased him to the attic, while he followed the rope ladder and trotted to the edge of the rooftop.

When the rope ladder was already two meters away from the rooftop, Scotch Whiskey jumped into the air, and his black windbreaker spread out like a bat, firmly grasping the bottom of the rope ladder.

Without fire suppression, several public security policemen immediately rushed to the rooftop.

However, looking at the helicopter that was gradually flying away, several police officers raised their pistols and wanted to take aim, but in the end they could only put down their pistols, "looking at the opportunity and sighing."

However, on a skyscraper under construction near the hospital, a man with a stern face stood beside the wall, aiming his AWM sniper rifle at the person hanging from the rope ladder below the helicopter.

The crosshair of the scope continued to be locked on Curacao's head as if a lock had been unlocked.

Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a sound suddenly came from the headphones in his ears.

"Shuichi, the operation is cancelled!"

"Curaçao is ours now!"

The man's eyes were shocked, but then he slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun downward and locked it on the head of the man at the bottom of the rope ladder.

The black trench coat expanded when it encountered air currents in the air, making this target even more obvious than the Curacao hanging on it.

When the helicopter flew over a building, the man suddenly pulled the trigger.

An 8.6mm Magnum bullet ejected from the muzzle and flew toward the man below the rope ladder in a high-speed spiral.

Under the influence of the wind, the flight trajectory of the bullet deviated slightly, and a crimson arc seemed to appear in the air.

And the highlight of this arc is none other than Scotch, his head hanging below the rope ladder!

But at the moment when the bullet was about to hit, Scotch's head suddenly moved an inch to the side.

It was this inch of distance that caused the bullet to pass by Scotch's ear with a whistling sound.

But Scotch Whiskey just glanced at the dark skyscrapers in the distance, then raised his pistol, aimed the muzzle this way, and pulled the trigger.

At this moment, the man who sensed the danger immediately withdrew and hid behind the concrete wall.

Two seconds later, several pistol bullets hit the wall next to the window and the concrete floor inside the window, making a "crackling" sound.

The man's sharp eyebrows sunk slightly, and his eyes were extremely serious, staring at the bullet hitting the ground in front of him.

On the other side, when the helicopter moved away from the area near the police hospital and gradually slowed down, Curacao and Scotch were able to climb back into the helicopter's cabin.

Curacao took an earphone handed by the driver, looked at Scotch sitting opposite and asked: "What were you shooting just now?"

"A person who hides in the dark and makes a sneak attack."

Scotch Whiskey said it lightly, then looked into Curaçao's eyes and asked: "The text message you sent before was not edited. It just said that the undercover agents were Stout, Aquavit, and Vislin..." ˆ ˆ " And Bourbon and Keir, Lord Rum wants to know how they are doing?"

Curacao also looked directly into Scotch's eyes and said without hesitation: "They are not undercover agents, at least their names are not in that list..."

Curacao didn't keep his words to death, which would have made him look suspicious.

"That's right..."

Scotch immediately pulled out his phone and edited a text message.

Curacao stared at Scotch's movements and asked, "Are you sending a message to Lord Rum?"

"No……"

Scotch put away the phone and said coldly: "Just let the bourbon and kiel go."

"But Lord Rum has given an order before. Once you are rescued, you will be sent to him immediately."

Hearing this, Curacao's face suddenly trembled.

As soon as he escaped, he was summoned by Rum. What did this mean?

Curacao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because his special memory control switch ability was trained by Rum.

What if Rum secretly left a backdoor in his brain, which he could open to query the memories in his brain, wouldn't all the meetings he had just met with Shirley and others in the virtual world be exposed?

Not only can Rum know that he has abandoned the dark side, but he will also know Shirley's current identity and the undercover identities of Bourbon and Gere.

You must solve it yourself before this happens!

Thinking of this, Curaçao glanced at the plane door next to him and the sky above the door glass.

In her mind, she had already rehearsed the scene of opening the cabin door and jumping down from the sky.

This is the only way to protect everyone!

Although death is feared by everyone, Curacao will not be afraid of death under the indoctrination of Rum's extreme ideas.

The only difference between the same death is whether he died for the mission of the organization or because of the longing for the light in his heart.

Between the two, Curacao would rather choose the latter.

But before she could raise her hand to pull the handle of the cabin door, Scotch, who was sitting opposite, suddenly approached Curaçao's body and inserted an injection into the white neck.

Curacao's pupils shrank instantly, veins popped up on his neck, and a strong feeling of dizziness invaded his brain.

"you……"

Curacao braced himself to speak, but the handsome face of Scotch Whiskey within his field of vision became increasingly blurry.

The next second, she tilted her head and closed her eyes.

…

Tokyo Police Hospital.

As the fire was completely extinguished, police and firefighters entered the scene one after another and removed the injured Yuya Kazami.

Qin Zhibo and Conan also took a taxi from the Suzuki Building to the police hospital.

Looking at the burned-black hospital on the second and third floors in front of them, the two men's faces became serious in unison.

The organization's methods of action are becoming increasingly brazen.

The last time it was a helicopter strafing Tokyo Tower, this time it was a police hospital set on fire.

This is completely opposite to the cautious style of early organizations.

This only means one thing, the organization is getting closer to their goals, so there is no need to care about these minutiae.

While the two were standing on the roadside looking up at the hospital, a car on the roadside honked its horn twice.

Beep! Beep!

Conan and Qin Zhibo looked back and saw a Mercedes-Benz CLK.

"Let's go."

Qin Zhibo greeted Conan, and then walked straight towards the car.

Conan trotted after him, raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you go."

Conan's eyes changed slightly, but he still chose to follow quickly.

Qin Zhibo came to the back seat, opened the door and got in.

Conan also sat in the back seat. Just as he was about to look forward to see who was sitting in the front seat, a blonde woman suddenly turned her head from the gap in the seat and greeted Conan with a smile.

"Hello~ Cool Kid!"

Conan stared at the woman's face and felt familiar at first.

The next moment, a flash of inspiration came to his mind and he suddenly realized the woman's identity.

"Teacher Judy!"

"Yes!"

Judy looked at Conan with a smile, and her rosy lips were a little shiny even in the dim car.

An old man with a goatee in the main driver's seat also cast a look at Conan through the rearview mirror in the car.

"Little detective, we meet again."

Conan turned his head to look at the old man and recognized that he was the old man who was kidnapped after performing in the Randy Hawke Circus and was mistaken for Randy Hawke himself by the kidnapper.

"You are..."

Conan looked at the two with a puzzled expression, wondering how these two people got together.

Qin Zhibo, who was sitting next to him, explained at this time: "They are my former colleagues who worked with me in the FBI, Agent James and Agent Judy."

"Former...colleagues?"

Conan widened his eyes in shock and turned his gaze to Qin Zhibo.

He had already learned that Judy was an FBI agent in the Full Moon incident, but he didn't know James's identity.

He didn't know that Qin Zhibo knew them.

Looking at Qin Zhibo's serious eyes, he also knew that this was not a joke.

"Then you...actually knew each other before?"

"The bus kidnapping case, and the circus kidnapping case?"

Qin Zhibo nodded without comment, "Of course I know each other, but they are carrying out a secret mission, and I can't reveal the identity of my former colleagues, right?"

When Conan heard this, his mind immediately recalled the scene in the Full Moon incident when Judy took him to catch Vermouth.

At that time, he asked Judy in the car whether she knew Qin Zhibo before, and Judy denied it.

As a result, he really thought that Qin Zhibo and this group of FBI were not in the same group.

Looking at Conan who folded his arms and looked out the window with a half-moon eye with dissatisfaction, Qin Zhibo felt helpless.

At that time, he didn't know that he was a colleague of James and Judy.

Even if he knew, he didn't want the appearance of these two to disturb his originally peaceful life.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, wait until we get to our base."

James stepped on the accelerator, and the Mercedes-Benz car on the side of the road slowly started and drove away.

...

Half an hour later, Qin Zhibo and Conan took James' car and came to a building similar to a private club.

The overall decoration style of the building is European church, with flags of many countries hanging outside, but the most eye-catching one is the American flag on both sides of the door.