The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Conan, who was standing low, looked up at Qin Zhibo, feeling a little curious as to why Qin Zhibo would come to this kind of game launch conference.

With the character of Qin Zhibo, an academic master who graduated from Miskatonic University, he shouldn't like games to the extent that he would go out of his way to chase the starters, right?

Judging from meeting Qin Zhibo in the library before, it seems that reading is his usual hobby?

Or does it mean that Qin Zhibo actually has another side that he doesn't know about?

But before Conan could ask, "Uncle Qin, why are you here?", an even more eye-catching presence came out of the toilet.

It was a tall man with a beard under his nose and a distinctive chin.

But what Conan cares about is not these, but the men's clothes——

Black from head to toe!

Conan's pupils shrank, and his two little hands clenched unconsciously.

Man in black!

Ever since Gin hit him with a stick in the back, Conan now has some PTSD. Especially for a person like this who is covered in water, his body is even more tense unconsciously.

Moreover, the man in black and Qin Zhibo came out of the toilet one after another. Could it be that...

Qin Zhibo and this man in black are in the same group!

When Qin Zhibo appears here, is he actually going to make some dirty deal with this man in black in the toilet?

As soon as this somewhat wild idea appeared in Conan's mind, he was immediately brought back by Conan's reason.

Conan showed a slightly self-deprecating expression and thought to himself: How is this possible~

Not to mention Qin Zhibo's identity as a detective and the fact that he always wore a brown trench coat when he first appeared. Even if he wanted to conduct a transaction, he shouldn't come to such a crowded game conference, right?

It is better to choose a bar with fewer people, which will provide better privacy.

Of course, if you understand the behavior of the black organization and know that these people are murderous demons, they may choose public places with many people to conduct transactions.

Just like the bald man who traded vodka at Dorobiga Paradise, he said to vodka during the transaction, "Your organization is not a good thing either."

This shows that the bald man probably knew the organization's behavior, so he chose a crowded amusement park as a trading location to ensure his own safety.

Of course, this approach didn't make much sense in the end, because after becoming smaller, Conan asked Dr. Ari to use a computer to find out the identity of the bald man on the Internet. He was a company president with a record of illegal business operations.

In addition, this man's company has now moved away, and the whereabouts of the company president himself are unknown.

He was probably silenced.

Conan shook his head, bringing back his thoughts that were gradually drifting away.

In short, as long as he is willing to use his brain, Conan can think of 10,000 reasons why he thinks Qin Zhibo will not have anything to do with the black organization.

The reason is also very simple. It boils down to one sentence.

Qin Zhibo is a good man.

As for the man in black in front of him, Conan also "loves everything" and feels that he is a little too sensitive.

Really, if the doctor can invent something similar to radar, he can know who is from the black organization.

Here, Nakajima Hideaki and Qin Zhibo's compliments ended, and Conan could continue to go to the toilet to enjoy the joyful time of peeing.

In the venue, Tequila, who had his hands in his pockets, was feeling a little depressed.

It was obviously agreed before that the suitcase keys and number plates would be exchanged at the toilet door of the Mantiantian game conference venue.

But just now he managed to catch the opportunity when the transaction partner went to the toilet, and another detective appeared out of thin air, making the transaction unable to proceed.

After all, it is an important transaction that the organization requires to be carried out secretly. No clues can be leaked, let alone the transaction in front of a famous detective.

Including the trading partner named Nakajima Hideaki, although he was smart enough to choose such a crowded place as the trading venue, as long as he confirmed that he got the list of computer programmers the organization wanted, he could then hand it over to Gin and Vodka. Dealt with it.

I really didn't expect that the man with the dragon in his crotch was actually a detective.

Tequila glanced at the venue, picked a corner where she could observe the toilet situation, and continued to squat.

The transaction wasn't completed, the man didn't get the money, and was bound to make a second trip to the bathroom.

There is no detective in the way, so I can exchange keys and number plates with him again when the time comes.

Although it is a bit troublesome, it will not affect the outcome of the entire transaction.

However, at this moment, the mobile phone in Tequila's arms suddenly vibrated with a "buzz".

Tequila took out her phone and pressed the button to open the text message reminder on the screen. A short but simple message appeared on it.

【Beware of fraud! Terminate transaction! ——GIN】

Seeing this message, Tequila's pupils shrank instantly.

This GIN is none other than Gin, the number one model worker in the organization.

The words coming out of Gin's mouth, and two exclamation points added, showed that the situation was very serious.

Tequila could only think of two possibilities to get such information from Gin.

First, there is something wrong with the man named Hideaki Nakajima he traded with, and he wants to set a trap for himself.

Second, I was being followed.

Tequila didn't wait to put down her phone, but she immediately raised her head and glanced around fiercely.

But the environment in the venue was complicated, with the annoying noise from the game consoles and all kinds of passers-by. With Tequila's brain capacity, she couldn't figure out who was following her.

what to do?

Since Gin meant to terminate the transaction, he had no choice but to withdraw.

In the cocktail bar of the Dahei Building, a pair of black figures stood on the red carpet in front of the bar.

Among them, the tall and lanky Gin put the phone that he had just sent a text message back into his arms, looking around the bar coldly with a pair of dark green pupils.

"Brother, what are we going to do next?" Vodka, the private driver next to him, stepped forward and asked.

Gin did not answer immediately, but suddenly turned his cold eyes to the bar of the bar.

Immediately, the bartender standing behind the bar expressionlessly put down the cup he was wiping, silently pushed open the wooden door on the side of the bar, and consciously left the bar.

As an alternative, Gin entered the bar, bent down, and found a large silver suitcase hidden under the bar.

Gin laid the silver suitcase flat on the ground, unfastened the metal buckles of the suitcase with both hands, and opened the lid. Inside was a bomb of staggering power.

While entering the password on the control panel, Gin said: "This place is no longer usable. Disposing of it means 'that adult'."

Vodka nodded understandingly, but when he looked up and saw the guests still sitting at the sightseeing window, drinking wine and admiring the city scenery, he couldn't help but ask: "What about the ordinary guests over there?"

In response, Gin stood up and smiled coldly.

"Isn't it strange that after the explosion, the police couldn't find even a scrap of meat in the ruins?"

After setting the bomb, Gin hurriedly left the bar, followed by Vodka.

Before leaving, Gin put an inconspicuous wine glass on the bar into his pocket.