The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

On the park bench, before the people around him could realize what happened, Domon Yasuki's body had already fallen to the ground.

Blood flowed out from the holes in his scalp.

"Mr. Domon!"

"There are snipers nearby! Be alert!"

Two professionally trained bodyguards were the first to react and immediately sensed that it was a sniper from the angle of entry of the bullet.

The two of them used their strong bodies to block Domon Yasuki who fell to the ground, protecting important people from secondary injuries.

"Mr. Domon has been shot, come here immediately for support!"

Two bodyguards used wireless communication devices to contact two other attendants in the parking lot to come for support.

"ah--!"

Next to her, Rena Mizuna let out an exaggerated scream with some acting skills. Just as she was about to run away in fright, Gin's cold command came from the headset.

"Kiel, go over and take a look so I can confirm DJ's death with my own eyes."

There was no other way, but Reina Mizuna could only bite the bullet and follow the instructions, find a good angle and walk forward, letting the pocket camera on her chest focus on Domon Yasuki's tragic situation.

Bright red blood flowed from his head and had stained a small patch of floor tiles, as if he could no longer die.

Gin stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally confirming Yasuki Domon's death.

"DJ is dead, Michael, Chianti, Cohen, please withdraw."

At the same time that Gin was giving the order, the two Domon followers who were left behind in the parking lot were also running towards Abedo Park with all their strength.

Two figures ran past the Porsche 356A, unaware that the instigator of the assassination was sitting in the car next to them.

…

Under the dark table, Hui Yuan Ai curled up into a small ball. The fear caused by the death of his companions finally dissipated.

She regained her courage and reached out to tug at the hermit's trouser leg.

The hermit lifted the tablecloth and looked at her angrily.

"what happened again?"

The hermit's tone was decidedly impatient.

Hui Yuan Ai could understand, after all, he didn't give her a good look when he told her fortune just now.

"Please...can you call the police?"

Due to fear and being curled up in a ball for a long time, Haibara Ai felt that her body could no longer run. It was definitely unrealistic to go back to find Dr. A Li. It was better to ask passers-by to help call the police.

But the hermit's next words made her mentality hit rock bottom.

"Do not have time."

With a simple and decisive reply, the hermit put down the tablecloth again.

This perfunctory attitude made Haiyuan Ai confused, and he didn't even ask why she called the police.

How indifferent!

At this time, Koizumi Hongzi was finishing her "handwork" wholeheartedly.

A black top hat, a black windbreaker, and a purple shirt were sewn on the little straw doll one by one in order.

In a moment, the mini version of the "Gin" doll is ready.

But now to complete this thing, the most critical thing is needed, which is something that the doll owner has touched.

At this moment, another tall fortune-telling guest arrived.

The guest came to the divination stall, sat down, reached into his pocket and took out something, and put it on the table.

This is a burned photo scrap.

Koizumi Anko picked up the scraps of the photo, inserted the fragments into the scarecrow's body, and began to recite a spell silently.

Huihara Ai, who was curled up under the table, saw a pair of leather shoes on the other side of the table and immediately understood that a guest was coming.

Since the hermit wouldn't help call the police, she had to turn to others for help.

This time, Haihara Ai took the initiative to stick her head out of the tablecloth, climbed out from under the table, and looked up pitifully at the guests above.

"I'm lost with my parents, please help me report..."

She was just about to express her feelings towards him, but she was surprised to find that this guest was none other than Qin Zhibo!

"It's you?!"

"You are..." Qin Zhibo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh! So you are the little girl at that time!"

However, Hui Yuan Ai couldn't hear the voice of "Qin Zhibo" at all. Seeing an acquaintance in his eyes, the negative emotions that had been accumulated were immediately released, and tears flowed out of his eye sockets unsatisfactorily.

"Conan, he was killed by Gin... Wuwu~"

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, let me hug you~"

"Qin Zhibo" picked up Hui Yuan Ai from the ground, patted Hui Yuan Ai's back like a comforting child, and carried Hui Yuan Ai away from the parking lot.

But Hui Yuan Ai was lying on "Qin Zhibo's" shoulder, and his eyes blurred by tears could vaguely see a mini version of "gin" placed on the hermit's table.

There was an evil smile on the corner of the hermit's hood, and he held a silver needle with his slender fingers and inserted it into the "daisy" of the mini gin.

…

In the Porsche 356A, Vodka had put away the portable screen, and the car was on fire, ready to retreat at any time.

Gin's body was leaning against the seat, with the seven-star cigarette he had just lit in his mouth.

Belmode, who was sitting in the back seat, changed his legs and crossed his legs, with a very relaxed expression on his face.

The original plan was that once the sniper attack failed, Bermod would disguise himself as a female cadre of the Mukai Kaisha, Busushima Kiriko, and drive a motorcycle to perform a car accident in front of Domon Yasutei's car.

Yasuhiro Domon, who has a strong sense of justice, will definitely not turn a blind eye to the scene of the car accident. When he gets out of the car, Rena Mizuno, who approaches from behind, shoots Domon to death.

This Plan B has not been announced to others yet, but there is no need to announce it now.

Belmode was relaxed at the moment because she no longer had to perform a dive.

Although it was an acting act, it was a real fall. If you fall so suddenly while riding a motorcycle, it will definitely be very painful, and physical injuries are inevitable.

If the foot that was finally attached was broken due to a car accident, it would be troublesome.

But fortunately, Domon Yasuki was killed with one shot, so there was no need for Plan B.

Although Domon Yasuhiro had just died and everyone in the car was closely related, there was no tense atmosphere in the car at all.

The "virtue" of a guilty conscience does not exist in them.

Because the goal of those bodyguards and followers at this time was not to catch the murderer, but to ensure the safety of Tumon Yasuhi.

Even if the person is dead, the hospital still has to send him.

At this time, the police would not arrive immediately. Even if they did, they would only be able to block off the small area where Yasuki Tomon died.

In short, the organization chooses sniper killing first because it is the most difficult assassination method to trace the murderer.

Of course, they stopped here not to wait in vain, but to wait for Michael to come back.

Among the three points for sniping Yasuhiro Domon, the distance between Chianti and Cohen is relatively close, while Michael's is a separate location, which is relatively close to the Abeido parking lot.

So the original evacuation plan was for Chianti and Cohen to leave in a Dodge Viper, and Michael to leave in his own car.

But since Michael didn't drive here today, he had to take Gin's car.

While waiting, Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the phone and sent an email to the boss of the organization, reporting the good news that DJ was dead.

Suddenly, Gin's body trembled involuntarily, and a strong tingling sensation burst out from the inside out of his abdomen.

Snap.

The Qixing cigarette at the corner of his mouth fell unconsciously into the car, but Gin stayed on the seat.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Vodka, the younger brother, looked at Gin with some confusion.

Cold sweat broke out on Gin's face, and there was a faint tingling pain in his abdomen. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that if he moved even a little bit, his ancient power would be unleashed uncontrollably.

But even if his body remained still, the cramping pain in his abdomen continued to tease his heartstrings, like maggots in his tarsus that couldn't dissipate.

"Brother? What's wrong with the assassination just now?"

Seeing Gin's expression becoming more and more ferocious, Vodka saw more beads of sweat on his forehead, thinking there was some flaw in the plan.

"without……"

Gin forced himself to calm down and opened the car door, "I'm going out and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Gin closed the car door with a bang and left with a somewhat awkward walking posture.

Belmode looked at Gin passing by the window and frowned with a strange look, but didn't say anything.

After waiting for another two minutes, Michael came back first and sat in the back seat alongside Belmode.

"We still have to wait a moment, brother..."

Vodka explained to Michael why he was not starting.

"Where did he go?"

"have no idea."

"Then just wait."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, a black figure quickly came to the passenger door of the front seat and opened the door.

The frosty-faced Gin was back again. He sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the rearview mirror. When he saw everyone was here, he immediately issued an order.

"drive."

After hearing Gin's order, Vodka, who had long been prepared to retreat, stepped on the accelerator, started the black Porsche, and drove towards the entrance of the parking lot.

…

Two minutes ago, Gin got out of his car and went straight to the public toilet near the parking lot.

Although I don’t know why my abdomen suddenly feels crampy and unbearable, as the saying goes, stomachache is not a disease and can be solved by going to the toilet.

Moreover, the next drive is quite tense. If you have a stomachache during the journey and transform into a Splatoon in your car, the situation will be difficult to deal with.

So Gin planned to solve the stomach problem here first, and then go on the road feeling refreshed.

The restrooms in the park were not difficult to find, and soon Gin entered a public restroom with few people.

The hurried figure flashed in front of the mirror, and then got into the toilet cubicle at the end.

Time was running out, so Gin did not choose to take off the black windbreaker. Instead, he hugged the coat with both hands, took off his pants, and sat on the toilet.

But just when Gin had pulled off a few pieces of toilet paper and was preparing to resolve the battle as quickly as possible, the cramping pain in his abdomen suddenly disappeared.

Gin: "???"

This pain came and went in a hurry, leaving many question marks.

The gin brewed for another ten seconds, and I realized that I felt much better, so I immediately picked up my pants and walked out of the public toilet.

While walking through the park, he saw that there was still chaos in the center of the park in the distance. It seemed that the commotion caused by Yasuki Domon would not stop in a short time.

A cruel smile appeared on Gin's lips, and he quickly walked towards the parking lot.

He was extremely fast and quickly returned to his parking position.

However, the parking space where the car was supposed to be parked was now empty, with only a white frame sign on the asphalt road indicating that another car could be parked here.

"Um?"

Gin's eyes widened in disbelief at first, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the surroundings, feeling both surprised and confused.

After scanning around, he found no sign of his car. He took three steps at a time and ran to the entrance of the parking lot, but still didn't see his car.

what happened?

Vodka drove off without permission?

Doesn't he know that I haven't gotten in the car yet?

Gin thought about this idea for a while and felt that it shouldn't be possible.

Even if Vodka dared to disobey his order, Belmode and Michael were still sitting in the car.

One of these two people is the boss's favorite woman, and the other is the boss's confidant. It is absolutely impossible for them to abandon themselves.

Unless Vodka has the skills to kill these two guys in the car.

Does he have it?

While Gin's brain was thinking rapidly, his eyes were also looking around, trying to collect useful information.

Suddenly, his eyes stared at the sidewalk at the entrance of the parking lot, and something seemed to come to his mind.

It seems that there was a fortune-telling stall in that place before...

But at this moment, that place was also empty, just like his beloved car, he had vanished from the world.

this……

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and smelled a hint of conspiracy in the air.

There may be a scam!

Run quickly!

Gin felt alarmed, but without transportation, he could only escape in the direction of one of the sidewalks.

But at this moment, several police cars suddenly came speeding down the quiet street, approaching at lightning speed.

Gin subconsciously took out the pistol in his holster, but several cars had already blocked his way at lightning speed.

"Let's capture him without mercy!"

"You're surrounded!"

More than a dozen plainclothes police officers got out of several vehicles, all armed with live ammunition. They used the vehicle body as a cover and pointed guns at Gin with both hands.

Gin held the pistol and looked at the policeman who arrived so quickly with his wide eyes in disbelief, his mind falling into a trance.

Why?

how so?

how……

"Put down the gun immediately, put your head in your hands and lie on the ground!"

A police officer gives another stern warning, but Gin doesn't do what he says.

Suddenly, with a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his gun and fired several shots at the policeman in front of him.

Pia, Pia, Pia!

The pistol without a silencer floated over the parking lot, and then there were several sharp metal collisions.

Gin's heart was beating very fast at this time, and his rapid breathing caused the accuracy of his bullets to drop a lot, and they all hit the iron plate of the police car.

Now he has been surrounded by the police, at the end of a strong crossbow.

More sirens blared in the distant driveway, and more police officers arrived for backup.

Gin gasped for air, there was no fear or uneasiness in his eyes, only extreme shock, which even made his face a little distorted.

He didn't understand where he lost, nor why the situation in front of him happened.

The only thing he knows now is that even if he is given a helicopter, he will not be able to fly!

There is no escape!

I can only get caught...

no! Never get caught by the police!

I control my own life!

"Roar--"

Gin shouted angrily to the sky, then raised the pistol and pointed the muzzle at his temple.

But just when he was about to pull the trigger, a stinging pain came out of his body again.

The pain was still the same as before, as if someone was poking an organ in the body with a needle, but this time the attack was on the heart.

"Ah~"

Gin subconsciously covered his heart, and the gun in his hand lost its target.

In an instant, all the police officers swarmed up and threw Gin to the ground.

"ah!"

"Ah - let me go!"

Under the heavy pressure of the five policemen, Gin roared like a beast and fell into a crazy struggle.

But even so, the pair of exquisite silver bracelets were still worn on his wrists.

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