"What?!"
Heiji Hattori, who had been lounging lazily on Professor Agasa's sofa, instantly sprang to life upon hearing Conan's words, as if struck by lightning. He jumped up from the sofa with a "whoosh," asking, "Kudo, are you sure it's Gin's car?"
"Absolutely true!"
Conan hid behind a telephone pole, cautiously observing his surroundings, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
"It's right here in Beikacho 2-chome, I saw it with my own eyes! That familiar Porsche 356a, and that unique license plate number Shinjuku 4869, there's no mistake!"
"I'll be right there!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Heiji Hattori rushed out of Professor Agasa's house, hopped on his beloved little motorcycle, and sped off towards where his best friend was.
Meanwhile, while Conan was on the phone, he quickly pulled a wire from his pocket, skillfully inserted it into the car door lock, and gently twisted it a few times. With a "click," the Porsche door was pried open.
He then quickly took out a small device invented by Professor Agasa that had eavesdropping and tracking functions, and used a piece of chewing gum to firmly stick the device in a hidden corner inside the car.
His technique was exceptionally skillful; it was obvious he had learned it from Kidd.
"Gin, this time, let's see where you run!"
Conan muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a mysterious confidence.
He got out of the car, crouched down, and quickly hid behind a nearby telephone pole, his eyes fixed on the Porsche, waiting for his prey to take the bait.
They didn't make him wait any longer.
Soon, Gin and Vodka appeared on the other side of the road, striding across the street with an air of nonchalance.
This forced all traffic to come to a complete stop.
For a moment, the sounds of brakes and horns rose and fell.
An enraged driver, unable to contain himself any longer, leaned out of his car, about to unleash a torrent of abuse: "I...you..."
However, Gin simply turned around and gave him a cold glance.
The murderous look in his eyes made the driver swallow back his words, which were about to be spoken to his mother. He had a premonition that if word got out about this mother, he could really tell his own mother that he wouldn't be coming home for dinner that night.
I won't be going back for meals anymore.
As Gin approached his beloved vintage car, he stopped in his tracks. Naturally alert, he stared at the messy footprints beside the car and narrowed his eyes: "Why are there so many footprints next to the car?"
"Most of the people passing by must have come to admire it; it's rare to see a car like yours, bro," the mole, Vodka, immediately flattered.
"Hmph!" Gin snorted arrogantly when he heard his car being praised, his expression softening slightly as he dismissed his doubts. "This German car really does have a great reputation."
He reached out and gently stroked the car body, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
“Big brother has a good eye,” Vodka quickly chimed in.
The two got into the car, and as the engine started again, the car slowly drove forward.
At this moment, Conan emerged from behind a nearby telephone pole, his excitement almost overflowing. He reached out and tapped his glasses, and an electronic map appeared on the lens.
The moving red dot above represents Gin's current location.
You deserve to own Dr. Agasa's inventions.
"Kudo, where are Gin and the others?"
Heiji Hattori arrived quickly on his little motorcycle.
Without saying a word, Conan jumped into the back seat and shouted, "I've already installed trackers on them. Let's chase them. This time, we definitely won't let them get away."
"That really shows that God has eyes!"
The green motorcycle paused briefly on the road before speeding off in the direction the Porsche had traveled.
After they had all left, a little girl appeared leisurely around the corner, gazing in the direction they had gone, a playful smile on her lips.
In places they can't see.
Several lantern ghosts were floating above the speeding Porsche and motorcycle, moving with them as they went.
Let the great detective continue to struggle in the fog. Anyway, with Yuzuru Nanami around, the organization can't cause any trouble. It's not bad to keep them around to have some fun.
With these thoughts in mind, Ai felt exceptionally happy. She hummed an unknown song softly and walked briskly towards home, leaving a trail of light footprints that were quickly covered by the falling snowflakes.
...
...
On the other side, the Beihu Grand Hotel.
A memorial service is being held here today.
The person being mourned was a highly influential director in the film industry who directed many well-known films during his lifetime. Therefore, many people from the film industry, as well as some people from all walks of life, came to attend today.
Yuzuru Hanyu accompanied Yukiko to the memorial service.
After all, my sister is also in the film and television industry.
Although her comeback is seen by others as a display of capital, she herself considers herself an actress.
Yukiko is very satisfied with her identity as an actress.
Yuzuru was actually very satisfied.
After all, who can resist a wonderful older sister who can play all sorts of roles for you?
Yuzuru Hanyu and Yukiko stood side by side at the memorial service, both dressed in black formal attire, looking exceptionally solemn and elegant.
"Oh my, there are quite a few familiar faces here!"
Yukiko, arm in arm with Nanami Hanyu, her bright eyes sparkling like stars, smiled as she surveyed the people present at the memorial service, introducing them as if they were old friends: "That's the famous writer Nanjo Mika; that's the professional baseball investor Yasuo Sanpei; and there's the musician Naoto Tarumi... and this is the super popular American actress Chris Vineyard..."
Hmm, maybe some strange people have infiltrated.
Yukiko stared at the blonde actress who was slowly sipping her wine, her gaze strange. She almost forgot that Chris Vineyard was the identity of her best friend after she faked her death.
Upon seeing this identity, she felt inexplicably angry.
You know, when the news of her best friend's "death" came, she was heartbroken for a long time and cried every day. If she hadn't accidentally bumped into her best friend at her bad brother's house and found out that her friend was using her face to deceive people, she doesn't know how much longer she would have been kept in the dark.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Yukiko let go of Hanyu Nan's hand and charged over aggressively.
At this moment, Sister Bei also noticed the two of them.
She said a few words to Pu Siqinglan beside her, and then gave Yusheng Nan a charming wink.
Yukiko, who had just walked past, became even angrier.
Deceiving yourself is one thing.
They even brazenly tried to steal my bad younger brother.
It's one thing to rob, but to bring accomplices to rob is simply intolerable!
"Oh my, isn't this Chris?" Yukiko greeted him with a sweet smile, but her voice carried a hint of gritted teeth. "It's been so long~"
Bayonetta elegantly swirled her wine glass, her blonde hair gleaming under the light: "Yes, I've really missed you since we parted ways at the little master's villa, Yukiko~"
Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.
Best friends are meant to love and fight each other.
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