books44 Chapter 173 Reunion with the Black Organization
Chapter 173 Reunion with the Black Organization
The black sedan started its engine and drove away, revealing five tiny little creatures crouching behind it, inhaling the exhaust fumes.
Ayumi crossed her arms, her eyes filled with longing: "Kuromon-nii, you speak so gently!"
"But as that traffic policewoman said, you can't tell they're drinking buddies at all!" Mitsuhiko said to Ayumi with a hint of jealousy, arms crossed.
Yuan Tai, blushing, was completely off-topic: "That traffic policewoman is so pretty!"
"I never expected him to give relationship advice to others. What a surprise!" Ai Haibara said with a smile, unusually interested.
Conan's lips twitched, and he put his hands in his pockets with a bored expression: "So you dragged me here just to listen to this? Eavesdropping on other people's conversations is not a polite thing to do."
Everyone turned their heads instantly, revealing disgruntled crescent-shaped eyes: "Tch—"
"Even though we're all elementary school students, Conan is acting like a little adult!"
"Yeah, you were really enjoying it just now too!"
"Hey, I was just saying it offhand."
'That's ridiculous. But these days aren't bad either. You can't experience this kind of atmosphere when you're sent to the US for study. Consider it compensation for my childhood.'
Ai Haibara chuckled softly, looking at Conan being noisily surrounded by several children. A smile played on her lips as she turned and walked away from the scene of the disturbance. But the moment her gaze shifted to the other side of the street, her smile vanished—
A black Porsche 356A slowly pulled up across the street. Two men, one tall and one burly, dressed in black, stepped out of the car and walked straight into the shopping mall across the street, leaving a chilling, ghostly image in the mind.
Gin!
Having barely escaped the children's ridicule, Conan hurriedly caught up with Ai Haibara: "Hey! Aren't you going to help me...? That car, could it be?!"
Ai Haibara instinctively wanted to stop him from uttering that name; her survival instinct drove her to flee from danger. But at that moment, a warm and encouraging emerald green image surfaced in her mind, giving her a sliver of courage:
"You're right, that's Gin's car."
Conan was momentarily surprised, then quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Kuromon Haruya's number. After a busy signal, a mechanical voice came from the receiver: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
After hanging up the phone, Conan couldn't help but regret it: "Damn it! The timing is too coincidental! Kuromon is currently driving and can't get through on the phone at all."
"Luckily, I had prepared the necessary tools in advance. Let's notify the Doctor to come over first! Haibara, let's go over there."
As he spoke, he pulled Ai Haibara along, jogging across the intersection with the green light, shouting, "The Doctor suddenly needed to call us, so we're going to wait for the bus! You guys go home!"
"Conan, Ai!" Ayumi reached out to catch up, but the red light just turned on.
"Honestly. They were just talking about us, and now they can't wait to sneak over to the luxury car."
Mitsuhiko stroked his chin, a guess forming in his mind: "Could it be because Kuromon's car isn't good enough?"
……
"How's it going on your end?" Gin opened the door and got into the car, turning his head to the side with his phone between his fingers as he lit a new cigarette for himself.
"I've already arrived at the scene and am on standby, but why hasn't the target arrived yet? Has something gone wrong with the mission?"
Hearing the flustered and unsteady voice on the other end, Gin sneered: "Don't worry, Pisco. The target will appear at Beika Hotel precisely at 18 PM."
"Are you so sure you're also on my mission?"
"Me?" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, then bent down to put away his cigarette case. "Of course I won't be there for such a simple task. Or have you reached the point where you need me to clean up your mess?"
Pisco breathed a sigh of relief: "That's for the best. I don't need your interference."
"You can use that drug if necessary. Today may become a memorial service for you and him..."
The streetlights outside swept across the car, and a sliver of light flashing beside the seat caught Gin's attention. He bent down and picked up a thin strand—a short, reddish-brown hair.
"Hey, Gin? You mean I can?" *Beep!*
After hanging up the phone, Gin's dark green pupils narrowed to a point, and he gave a bloodthirsty smile.
He glanced at the back seat a few times. The positioning items he had set up showed no signs of being moved, so the grains of rice that the mouse had left behind were probably nearby.
After a brief assessment, Gin finally identified a small white sphere tucked between the sides of the seat. Judging from its size and exposed structure, it was likely a transmitter with eavesdropping capabilities.
Vodka, who was discussing healthy eating with Fanze, looked up at Gin, who had suddenly unleashed his killing intent: "What's wrong, brother?"
"Pisco is too verbose."
As he said this, Gin raised his hand to show the text in his phone's notes: [Don't speak. Drive to a safe zone in the suburbs. This is Sherry's hair.]
Shirley! That Shirley who dared to resist and run away despite being appreciated by that gentleman!
"I see!" Vodka nodded quickly, switching to a serious work attitude.
After parking his brother's car in a safe area of a villa district in the suburbs, Vodka followed Gin out of the car, his mind immediately filled with questions: "Brother, how dare Sherry come looking for you?"
The older brother's ability to recognize people by their hair is undeniable, but getting Shirley to willingly get into the car sounds like Yoko crawling into his vodka-filled bed—it's just too unrealistic!
Gin loosened his grip, and the still-sparkling cigarette butt fell to the ground, crushed into pieces by his heel: "Of course, it's impossible for her alone, but it's different with the FBI backing her up."
It seems that after that woman escaped, she found the swarm of flies' lair based on the message left by Akemi Miyano, and is now, under her encouragement, trembling and crawling into the spotlight.
Vodka scratched his head, looking at himself: "But why doesn't she just hide and be a witness behind the scenes?"
"Because that drug exists."
Gin opened his contacts and sent a report to the email address that had been pinned to the top and had been silent for a long time.
I've become accustomed to not replying to read notifications.
"This is the fate of the Miyano family. As long as it involves that drug, whether it's recording data, experimenting on living subjects, or making hypotheses, the family is like a drop of water being dragged down by gravity, and they will get close even if it means being smashed to pieces."
Years later, she too, like her parents who died young, will be stained with the blood of a cruel fate.
"I missed you so much, Sherry!"