Chapter 172 Blood-Related Family Members
Conan followed Yuto Takao into his apartment building. As Takao opened the door, Conan suddenly stepped out with his hands in his pockets and a serious expression. "Mr. Takao, did you kill Ms. Inoue?"
Yuto Takao paused as he was about to unlock the door, then turned to look at the short, chubby Conan with an inscrutable expression. A cold yet excited smile then curved his lips.
"No, of course I didn't kill them. I just made a wish to the church..."
Conan's pupils contracted sharply as he grasped the key point in his words.
church!
He opened his mouth to ask more questions, but suddenly, Yuto Takao in front of him collapsed to the ground, his expression still frozen, and a deep, linear bloodstain appeared on the back of his head, even piercing through his skull.
Conan's eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed forward to check on him.
...Dead!
He didn't notice that a white figure in the building across the street glanced at the situation and then left indifferently, toying with a playing card in his hand.
He wouldn't have died if you hadn't asked.
Famous Detective.
His original consequence was simply insomnia and difficulty falling asleep.
That's all.
Conan returned to the agency in a state of utter confusion, and as soon as he got home, he locked himself in his room.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, with three cards placed in front of him.
Two are 'E' and one is 'S'.
Conan scratched his head in frustration.
Damn it!
He had absolutely no clues or leads about the mysterious black-clad organization!
Now another church organization has emerged that helps others or commits crimes on their behalf!
Conan put the card away, deciding not to think about it anymore.
He's going to have a heart attack if he keeps thinking about it!
...
On a street, a black Porsche was waiting at a red light. The driver, Vodka, noticed a young girl walking on the sidewalk out of the corner of his eye.
She was dressed in a pink and black punk-style Lolita outfit, holding a parasol in one hand and a cell phone in the other, seemingly texting.
Vodka was initially just curious about her attire, but when he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat and his eyelids trembled.
"B-Big brother, is that Bertrand?"
Gin: "?"
He looked out the car window in the direction Vodka pointed, but quickly looked away, extinguished his cigarette, and lit another one.
"no."
He replied casually, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Just as the girl passed the car, the light turned green, and Vodka glanced at it a couple more times before stepping on the gas.
At that moment, the girl who was walking suddenly stopped and looked back.
"Ah, it really is Gin's car."
But she only glanced at it before continuing on her way.
Until it got dark.
Safe House No. 3.
Looking at the baby-faced boy watching cartoons while perched on Afra's lap for the nth time, Vodka finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Bai, can I ask you a question?"
“Huh? You asked?” Bertrand replied, his gaze remaining fixed on the television.
"Don't you really have any family?"
“Yes!” Bertrand sat up and pointed to Afra beside him. “Look, my mother.”
Then he pointed to Gin sitting next to the bar, "Hey, my half-brother!"
Gin: ...?
"Oh! But it seems like you could also say he's a father without blood ties?" Bertrand pondered, stroking his chin.
Gin remained silent, his hand gripping the glass tightly, his forehead throbbing.
Vodka: ...
He coughed and wiped the sweat from his brow, which had been broken by Bertrand's words. "No, no, I meant blood relatives."
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