Chapter 229 Incapable of Thinking

Then, just like in the story, Pisco smashed the barrel, and the cigarette he was holding in his mouth caught fire.

While he was in a panic, Conan immediately used whatever was available to kick Asti's arm that was holding Ai Haibara.

Behrfinger: ...You stinky corgi, you're doomed! You actually kicked me!

As soon as he released Ai Haibara, Conan immediately rushed over to catch her and then sprinted out of the wine cellar, locking the door behind him.

Asti clutched his arm, glanced at Piske, walked behind the shelf, and teleported away.

As Pisco tried to find them, Gin emerged from the fireplace and pointed a gun at his forehead.

at last.

A shot rang out.

He's gone.

Gin glanced at his corpse and frowned.

"Koto-chan! What are you doing! Bring his body up here!"

A voice came from up on the chimney, belonging to a pervert.

Gin remained silent as he hung Pisco's body on the rope that Vodka had thrown down.

Genuine liquor from the distillery ×

corpse transporter

Of the three men, only Bertrand was pleased with himself, carrying a corpse with him.

A well popped out of Gin's forehead.

If I keep going on missions with this kid, his car will definitely turn into a corpse transport vehicle!

When Conan brought Ai Haibara back to the car, Behringer was already there. Seeing Ai Haibara covered in blood, he looked surprised. "My God! What happened? How did she get so much blood on her? Is she injured?"

It's unclear whether it's because Haibara's injuries are too severe, but the little corgi has temporarily forgotten about Behefinger's sudden departure.

He laid Ai Haibara down in the back seat, then sat in the passenger seat and let Professor Agasa drive away. He then learned from Professor Agasa that Pisco had been killed by Gin.

While listening to their conversation, Behffiner, who was squeezed by the car door, would occasionally glance curiously at Ai Haibara lying next to him.

How can you make your injuries seem to disappear after you shrink?

Is this really the world of Detective Conan? It's so amazing.

Meanwhile, in the black Porsche, Gin was chatting with Vermouth, talking about Sherry.

When it was mentioned that Sherry would choose to leave because they saw her face, Bertrand, who was quietly playing with a small butterfly, interjected.

"That's not necessarily true. What if they use reverse thinking to stay here?"

There was a moment of silence between them, then Vermouth smiled and said, "My sweetheart is right~"

Bertrand yawned, wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes, and waved the butterfly in his hand. "Alright, you guys continue chatting."

"Wait a minute." Vermouth rubbed his head. "Didn't you say someone was waiting for that little girl? I didn't expect she was still rescued."

The baby-faced man snorted, crossed his arms over his chest, and said unhappily, "What can we do? People who are being controlled can't think."

Vermouth smiled helplessly, "Yes, yes, it's none of your business."

“It had nothing to do with me in the first place!” Bertrand puffed out his cheeks and poked her arm with his finger.

Then she leaned over to the front seat, staring curiously at Gin, "Seriously, Gin-chan can still drive even when she's injured, that's amazing~"

"I can't do that; I can only laboriously take out the butterfly bomb and throw it."

Gin: "..."

Vermouth, standing to the side, laughed heartily.

Vodka immediately tilted his head to one side and let it hang down, afraid that his older brother might suddenly shoot him.

But who doesn't love to see Gin speechless?