"Well, no problem, you can go now!"

After seeing that there was indeed only one adult and a child in the car, Shancuncao decided to let them go with peace of mind.

At this time, Tang Ze, who had activated his super sense of smell and confirmed that the target vehicle was behind him, began his performance.

"Huh?" Tang Ze looked out the window with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Do you smell any blood?"

"Huh?" Shancuncao was stunned when he heard Tang Ze's words, then he waved his hands and laughed, "How is that possible? How can there be a bloody smell? It's freezing and snowy here, and my nose is filled with the smell of wind and snow."

After hearing what the other party said, Tang Ze couldn't help but look at the other party with a frown, thinking that he was worthy of being the "criminal shame" of the scientific world, because he was too unvigilant.

Generally, when a criminal hears someone say this, he may not believe it immediately, but he will at least ask some questions. How can he deny it?

Helplessly, Tang Ze suppressed his inner complaints and pretended to be a little angry after being suspected. He pointed at the car behind him and said, "But I can smell it! Although I don't have the nose of that "famous detective" in Tokyo, it is much more sensitive than ordinary people's nose!"

Tang Ze patted his chest and said confidently, "There's a smell of blood in that car! Check it carefully, including the trunk!"

Hearing Tang Ze's certainty, Yamamura Cao took two steps towards the vehicle behind him with doubt, and then saw the young man and woman in the car.

After Tang Ze reminded him with the answer almost in his face, Yamamura Cao suddenly remembered that there were only three people who robbed the jewels.

Now there's a man and a woman, and one of the criminals is injured. If the other one hides in the trunk...

Thinking of this, Shancuncao's face changed drastically, but he was a criminal after all, so he knew not to alert the enemy, and then he quietly passed the information to his colleagues around him.

Afterwards, faced with the criminal's request to check the trunk, the two gangsters changed their expressions instantly and immediately prepared to drive away.

But the road ahead was blocked by Tang Ze, and the best way to escape was to reverse.

The criminals, who were well prepared, would not react to this and controlled the man driving the car through the car window.

While waiting for everyone to subdue the woman in the back seat and open the trunk, under the "gaze" of many guns, the gangster who heard the noise also honestly chose to give in.

"Hey! Thank you so much!!"

Seeing that the three robbers were caught, Shancun Cao remembered to thank the man who reminded him before, but when he turned his head to look forward, there was no trace of the GT-R32.

"They actually left." Yamamura Cao scratched his head. "I was even thinking of reporting it to the police station so they could give them a reward as a token of their gratitude."

Tang Ze naturally didn't care about this little reward. If he stayed, he would inevitably have to argue with them, which would be a waste of time.

So after seeing the criminals being subdued, Tang Ze drove away.

This time the speed of the car was significantly increased.

"What a coincidence." Looking at the road checkpoint that had long since disappeared in the distance, Conan twisted around in the passenger seat and grumbled, "It was really unlucky for the gangsters to run into you that day."

"Well...it's because they happened to have an accomplice who was injured in the trunk." Tang Ze looked forward and said, "I smelled it as soon as I opened the window. It's hard not to notice it."

"What a convenient nose."

Conan mumbled something vaguely, but Tang Ze still heard the emotion in it and couldn't help but smile, "Are you jealous?"

"How is that possible!" Conan almost jumped up as if a nail had pierced his butt. "You're just doing evil things. I want to be a great detective like Sherlock Holmes!"

"Hey hey...just be the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era."

Tang Ze casually began to accelerate, a playful smile on his face: "And I will become an existence that surpasses Sherlock Holmes."

With the roar of the motor, the black car accelerated again.

Faintly, Conan's faint roar could be heard from inside the car.

"For... is... not... surpassed..."

As the cold wind blew, the shouts suddenly fell silent, leaving only the roar of the motor continuing to ring on the road.

............

Tokyo at four in the morning seemed very quiet.

At this moment, people are enjoying sweet dreams in their warm beds. The whole city seems to be in hibernation and looks extremely deserted.

Darkness is the only theme in the city at this moment, accompanied by the sound of tires rolling over the snow.

"It's almost time."

Vodka checked his watch and immediately pulled out his phone. "Keep an eye on the area around the station. Don't let even a single mouse get away..."

Vodka, who had long planned to complete the transaction and kill Itakura, naturally would not take it lightly.

After he finished talking to "Itakura", he was murderous and was on guard against the other party calling the criminals over, so he called a large number of people to be on guard around.

After hanging up the phone, Vodka took a flashlight and walked down the stairs into the underground station and came to the locker where the transaction took place.

“Tsk…”

Vodka looked around with a flashlight and found no one in sight. He said impatiently: "That Itakura guy...hasn't arrived yet..."

Just as Vodka looked at the locker "0032" where the transaction took place, he found that there seemed to be something stuck on the locker door.

"kindness?"

Vodka shone his flashlight over and saw the contents of the paper clearly. "A check? This amount is the reward we promised to give to that Itakura guy..."

When I opened the cabinet door, I saw a CD lying quietly inside.

"Pooh!"

Vodka spit out the cigarette in his mouth and said unhappily, "I didn't expect that idiot to be so cowardly. He left his things and ran away without even taking the money..."

While talking about vodka, he called his subordinates outside, "Yes, it's me. That Itakura guy is probably still around. Search him carefully!"

"What? There are only four or five drunks around? How is that possible? Search carefully!"

Vodka yelled into the phone in an unhappy tone, but the next moment the touch from the hat made Vodka's body stiffen and he dared not move.

"What are you doing..." Gin said coldly, pointing the Beretta M92F pistol in his left hand at Vodka.

"Boss...Boss?"

Vodka turned around when he heard Gin's voice coming from behind, but the next moment, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chin. Gin's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "The agreed transaction time is tomorrow night at dawn, right..."

"Yes...that guy said tomorrow is not convenient, so I moved the time forward..." Vodka explained hurriedly.

Although it was already late at night with snow falling, Vodka was unconsciously dripping sweat from his forehead due to the tremendous pressure brought by Gin.