The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

The sudden change was like thunder, exploding among the police and onlookers.

Although the police had formulated the most thorough arrest plan in advance, they still let Gin fall down the moment he was put in the police car.

Blood flowed from the long golden hair, weaving a dark red spider web on the asphalt road.

This is not Kuroba Kaito's magic mechanism, but real human blood!

The surrounding police officers immediately went on alert and dragged the policeman whose palm was punched to the side of the police car. They each held pistols and looked around carefully.

Conan looked at Gin lying on the ground not far away in disbelief, his body froze in place.

The important clues about the organization that were finally obtained were just gone?

Gone?

Obviously, in Conan's mind, the value of Gin's life is far greater than death.

Toru Amuro, who was hiding behind the tree, widened his eyes and was very shocked by the development of the situation.

It's just that he didn't have much hope for Gin's role in intelligence.

A die-hard supporter of an organization like Gin can even be described as a fanatical believer. Unless there is some high technology that can pry open his brain or a powerful veritaserum, Gin will definitely not tell anything to the police.

But excluding Gin, the dissident, he can more easily rise to the top within the organization, gain trust step by step, and get close to the organization's boss behind the scenes. This is his real goal.

So at this moment, Toru Amuro was not as shocked by Gin's death as Conan was.

He immediately raised his head and looked around, squinting his eyes slightly to look for the sniper's position between several buildings.

However, no suspicious figures were found.

Toru Amuro's mind quickly recalled the assassination plan Qin Zhibo told him, not missing every detail.

There were three snipers involved in the assassination plan, and they chose the rooftops of three buildings as their sniping positions.

However, there are a total of four buildings around Abeido Park with heights and angles that are very suitable as sniper locations.

If Qin Zhibo, Chianti, and Cohen choose three of the buildings as sniper locations, then the sniper can only be on the last building!

Toru Amuro's eyes immediately locked on the building to the south, and he ran in that direction.

…

Soon, Toru Amuro arrived at the main entrance of the south building.

This is an office building for office workers, and all the people coming in and out of the door are businessmen in suits and leather shoes.

Toru Amuro stood at the door of the elevator waiting for the elevator to come down. A group of social animals looked at him and came to work wearing sportswear, and they all cast strange looks.

But Toru Amuro ignored this and stared intently at the declining numbers on the display screen above the elevator.

As the numbers decreased, his breathing became increasingly rapid.

His hands were clenched into fists, waiting for the sniper to come out of the elevator and capture the person on the spot.

In order to ensure the safety of people on site, he must quickly resolve the battle with thunderous means.

But fortunately, the sniper probably didn't expect that someone would find his sniping spot so quickly, and he could catch the opponent by surprise.

Ding--

With the melodious elevator arrival bell, the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

The elevator was full of office workers, and a large group of people in suits walked out of the elevator.

These people passed by Amuro Toru, and they all inevitably had a glance at Toru Amuro, who was dressed in "weird" clothes.

Amuro Toru pushed his powers of observation to the limit, trying to find suspicious spots on every passing office worker.

But everyone's performance was very natural, without any flaws.

And the biggest thing these people carry is their briefcase.

The kind of briefcase that is commonly seen in the hands of business people. Apart from containing documents, it cannot hold any larger items, including a disassembled sniper rifle.

"Excuse me, do you want to take this elevator?"

While Toru Amuro was still analyzing with the visual residue in his brain, the social beast who was about to go upstairs had already got in the elevator, and asked him in a very good manner if he could take the elevator.

Amuro was stunned for a moment, then tilted her head and glanced at the elevator next to her.

The elevator next to it showed that it was out of service for maintenance, while the elevator farther away could only go up to the 15th floor, and could not reach the highest 24th floor.

Tohru Amuro thought for a moment. An elevator was out of service today, and since he was carrying a large object like a sniper rifle with him, the sniper might have to wait for the elevator.

"OK, thanks."

Toru Amuro smiled, accepted the kindness of this social creature, and got into the elevator.

The social worker next to the control panel pressed the elevator's door-closing button, and the elevator door began to close slowly.

But just when the elevator door was more than halfway closed, a blue figure hurried past from outside the field of vision and walked towards the outside of the building.

It was a man dressed as a repairman, and it made sense that he was holding a long toolbox.

But Amuro Toru's eyes widened immediately, and just when he was about to open his mouth to shout, the elevator door was completely closed.

"Hello!"

This shout seemed a bit dull and embarrassing in the closed elevator room, and the people next to him once again cast incomprehensible looks at Toru Amuro.

But Toru Amuro didn't care much at this time, so he quickly got off the elevator on the second floor and returned to the first floor through the stairs.

He ran out of the building's front door, but the street was crowded with people and the repairman had long since disappeared.

Toru Amuro was a little disappointed and could only return to the building.

Judging from the direction in which the man passed by the elevator door just now, he didn't come down by the elevator, but by the stairs.

Toru Amuro returned to the staircase passage and looked up along the gap in the middle of the stairs.

A regular spiral structure circulates upwards, with no edges visible at a glance, like an endless corridor.

The 24th floor... He came down by taking the stairs.

And it only took 4 minutes for him to go from Gin's death to standing at the elevator door.

In other words, it only took the sniper 2 minutes to go from the 24th floor to the 1st floor, minus the time to disassemble the sniper rifle.

2 minutes, from the 24th floor to the 1st floor?

Toru Amuro frowned and then looked back behind him.

In the corner of the ceiling, there is a gratifying piece of futuristic technology - a surveillance camera.

…

In the speeding Porsche 356A, although the assassination team completed their mission brilliantly, there was still a serious and tense atmosphere.

Vodka sat in the driving seat and drove on the retreat route planned by the organization in advance.

Gin rarely smoked, and just sat quietly in the passenger seat without saying a word.

"Brother, that old guy DJ was shot in the head by Michael. He will never be able to give a speech on stage again."

Vodka seemed to feel that there was some silence in the car, so he forced himself to find a flattering topic, and at the same time praised Gin's successful assassination plan and Michael's accurate shooting skills.

However, Gin didn't seem to be very interested in this topic, and just replied indifferently, "Yeah."

Michael simply refused to answer.

This made Vodka a little embarrassed and he could only continue driving honestly.

Belmode and Michael sat in the back row, still maintaining a safe distance that made them comfortable.

Suddenly, a dull phone ring broke the silence in the car.

Belmod's body trembled slightly and he took out the phone from between the two balls on his chest.

She looked at the email on the phone, and the expression on her face gradually changed from calm to shocked.

Suddenly, Belmode took out the lady's pistol from his waist and without hesitation pointed the gun at the head of Gin sitting in front.

"Say! Who are you!"

Belmod had an angry look on his face, and his finger pressed the trigger as hard as it could.

Gin turned his head and glanced calmly at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him. Before he could speak, Vodka, who was driving next to him, was stunned.

"Belmod, what are you doing?"

"He's not Gin!" Belmode explained sternly, "The real Gin is dead! He's in the parking lot just now!"

"What?!"

Vodka's tiger body shook, and the news was like a thunderbolt, making his mouth open involuntarily.

Such a powerful big brother actually... died?

"Then the big brother here..." Vodka still didn't understand.

"I told you, he is not Gin, he is disguised by someone else!"

As a "disguise master", Belmode naturally understood this trick. He pointed his gun firmly at the "Gin" in front of him and ordered angrily.

"Take off your mask and let me see your face!"

"If you don't take off your mask, I'll shoot!"

Belmode was not threatening, her finger was ready to pull the trigger at any time, because "that lord" had already issued an order regardless of life or death.

But even in the face of this situation, "Gin" in the front seat remained very calm, looking at Belmod without fear, and even had a contemptuous smile on his lips.

What is he laughing at?

Belmod's heart was shaken, and he suddenly realized that his head was also being pressed against by a hard object.

Glancing to the side, he saw the crony of the organization boss next to him holding a gun to his head!

"you!"

Belmod gritted his silver teeth and was about to reiterate that he was telling the truth, but then he thought and realized something was wrong.

Gin sat in the car and directed remotely from beginning to end, except for one trip after the assassination was successful, and then the fake Gin came.

The only person who can grasp time so accurately is someone who knows every step of the organization's plan.

Vodka, Chianti, Cohen, and Kiel have all been members of the organization for many years, but this "Michael" is a new member.

It's just that both himself and Gin guessed that he was a crony of the organization's boss, and believed in this halo, so they trusted him credulously!

"Are you not the boss's confidant?"

At this time, Qin Zhibo no longer needed to pretend, and confirmed: "Yes, I never said that from the beginning to the end, it's just what you think."

Belmode gritted her teeth angrily, but she had not turned into a crazy death warrior like Gin. She continued to ask: "At Director Jiumaki's memorial service, you did it deliberately just to make me think so. Close to me?"

In fact, it was an accident within an accident.

However, Qin Zhibo did not answer this question, and pushed Belmod's head harder with the gun.

"Put down your gun or else..."

"Otherwise what?"

At the critical moment when important members of this organization were about to be wiped out, Belmode chuckled, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Or else?"

Suddenly, Belmode pulled the trigger, and a bullet was shot from the muzzle of the gun and penetrated into "Gin"'s head!

The bullet head broke through the fragile human skin mask, and a large amount of blood spattered at the impact point on the temple!

Qin Zhibo looked shocked. Before he could react, Vodka in the driver's seat suddenly turned the steering wheel vigorously.

In an instant, the entire vehicle was completely out of control. The Porsche 356A rolled like a steel beast on the road beside the Tsumutsu River, and did not stop until it lapped several times.

The shiny black paint is full of mottled scars, and its fate is just like the two "owners" of this car.

Qin Zhibo woke up first, endured the headache and physical injuries, opened the door and climbed out of the car.

The door of the front seat had been deformed due to impact. Qin Zhibo couldn't open it after trying twice, so he could only take the [Gift of the Golden Tree] and use all his strength to pull the door open.

"ah--!"

He roared toward the sky, his muscle strength exploded to the extreme, and he finally opened the car door a crack.

"Hello!"

Qin Zhibo shouted "gin" from the passenger seat, but his body could no longer react at this moment.

This was not caused by a car accident, but by Belmod's unreserved shot just now.

That shot was in the temple!

"Hey! Gin! What's going on over there?"

"We'll be there right away!"

Chianti's call came over the radio that had been dropped in the car.

Qin Zhibo looked towards the road in the distance. The green Dodge Viper was approaching from behind at a high speed and would be here soon.

There were no passers-by around here, not even one other car, which seemed to be unable to stop them from doing anything.

After looking at the "Gin" in the car, as well as Belmod and vodka, Qin Zhibo chose to cut the seat belt of "Gin", put it on his back, and jumped into the river of Tewujin River. .

When Chianti and Cohen drove over, they saw the Porsche 356A overturned on the side of the road.

When I got closer, I saw that only Belmod and Vodka were in the car, while Michael and Gin were missing.

"What's going on?" Chianti asked with a frown.

Cohen, who had always been dull, was also a little surprised at this time, "I don't know..."

At this moment, Belmod, who was lying in an extremely uncomfortable position in the car, woke up.

"We were plotted, Michael betrayed the organization, and Gin died..."

"What?!"

Chianti yelled, and Cohen was even more shocked.

They never expected that the new member of the organization, Sniper King, whom they were recruiting a few hours ago, would actually put the organization on the line so quickly.

And that man actually died?

"Someone over there rolled over!"

"Let's go take a look..."

Just then, a pedestrian appeared on the embankment of Tsumutsu River, and he was about to come to help.

Belmod immediately ordered, "Get me and Vodka out of here quickly!"

Chianti was stunned by Belmode's stern tone, and now he could only give up his personal prejudices and follow the instructions.

The two quickly took the Belmode and vodka out of the Porsche 356A and threw them into their car.

Before the pedestrians could get down from the embankment to check, the group of people had already left in the dust.