Yuzuru leaned casually against the railing, his gaze calmly fixed on the distant firelight, his handsome face showing no trace of heartache.
It was still raining.
The raindrops, just before they were about to fall on Yuzuru and the girl beside him, seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, and all of them changed direction and fell to the side.
"Hiss~"
Taking a deep breath, Conan wiped the raindrops from his face that were almost completely obscuring his vision, and looked up in confusion at Hattori Heiji, who was holding an umbrella beside him.
Strange, there's no wind here.
Why is the rain falling at an angle?
Hattori Heiji, who shared the same thought, silently reached out with his other free hand and vigorously wiped the rainwater streaming down his face.
It's like there's no point in using this umbrella.
"Hattori, don't you think that fire is a little strange?"
Conan didn't pay much attention to the inexplicable, windless rain. After wiping his face haphazardly a few times, he stared solemnly at the Porsche 918 Spyder in the group of cars, which was also surrounded by flames and whose outline could only be vaguely seen.
Hattori Heiji glanced at it, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't they all fire? How could they be different?"
As he spoke, Hattori Heiji looked with a pained expression at a green motorcycle that was also surrounded by flames.
That was something his dad had just painstakingly shipped all the way from Osaka!
That was his most beloved car, which he usually treated like a wife. He never expected that it would be so cruelly "raped" after he had only driven it once in Dongdu.
"nothing……"
Hearing his best friend's words, Conan looked away and shook his head.
I don't know if it's just my imagination.
He always felt that the flames burning on Hanyu Nan's car were slightly different from the flames burning on the other cars next to it.
But Conan couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.
...
...
A group of detectives quickly determined that all the cars that had arrived had been destroyed, which meant that the only way to check if the suspension bridge had been destroyed was to walk across.
It was raining at the moment, and the mountain road was not easy to walk on.
Just as everyone was at a loss and looking worried, Hanyu Nan, who was leaning on the high railing, asked casually, "Ms. Ishihara, how did you get to the villa today?"
"Ah! Me?"
Ishihara Ami, who was looking down and seemingly deep in thought, glanced up at Hanyu Nan in a panic and hurriedly said, "I drove here, but my car wasn't parked here. It's probably been bombed by now..."
"It didn't stop here?"
Upon hearing this news, everyone's eyes lit up instantly, and all eyes focused on the maid.
Conan quickly asked, "What do you mean? Didn't you park your car in this parking lot?"
"Ah, yes."
Ishihara Ami, who was biting her nails, put down her hand and, facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, calmly said, "Because my master instructed me to park the car at the back door."
"Um!"
"What are your orders, Master?"
"Where is the shortcut to the back door?"
The detectives immediately realized something was amiss in the conversation.
Ami Ishihara was startled by the crowd rushing over and quickly made way for them. She pointed to the gate above and said, "Just go through the courtyard."
Without the slightest hesitation.
Everyone rushed to the backyard without waiting.
Yuzuru, holding Ai's hand, slowly followed. "Ran, Kazuha, let's go take a look too."
Okay.
"You're here, Nan."
Watching everyone leave, the maid Ishihara Ami, who had been flustered just moments before, lowered her head again, a complex and unfathomable look flashing in her eyes.
She knew in her heart that Yuzuru Nan had already noticed her.
But she had no choice; the mission assigned by the organization had to be completed, even if the opponent was the legendary Hanyu Nan, who was said to have even left Gin helpless.
Thinking this, Ami Ishihara raised her head again, her eyes blazing with fury.
The organization's treasures cannot be taken away by anyone.
Nobody will do!
Even if it's a god, she'll still slaughter one to see what happens.
...
No one expected it.
Or rather, no one could have imagined it.
A distillery comprised of undercover agents unexpectedly produced a fanatical believer.
Meanwhile, Gin, at a base somewhere in Beika, looked at the confident vodka in front of him and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sat back down in his chair and coolly poured himself a glass of red wine.
"Now that he has appeared, there's no need to rush the task of retrieving the gold."
"Yes, brother. I have informed our inside contact to abandon the mission to retrieve the treasure, not to provoke Yuzuru, and to await our further instructions."
Vodka grinned, a smile tinged with relief at surviving a close call.
Like his older brother, he was also greatly relieved. That was Yuzuru Hanyu, who was like a god, and was definitely not someone that their small organization could easily provoke.
Gin took a sip of his drink, gently swirling the glass as he stared at the red liquid inside. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, mirroring the unbearable bitterness in his heart.
He originally thought that after recovering such a large batch of gold, the organization would no longer lack funds, and he would no longer have to go out on missions day and night.
I never expected this!
That brain-dead detective actually invited Yuzuru Hanyu to join him as a detective. Isn't that like throwing lambs to the slaughter?
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