Chapter 223 I won't listen, I won't listen, you bastard chanting scriptures
Conan: ...
Why did my initial nervousness suddenly disappear?
He coughed twice, interrupting the innocent Xiu Gou's rambling, and then leaned close to his ear to explain in a low voice.
Behrfinger's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
Conan shook his head. "Actually, I'm not entirely sure..."
Behringer stared at him speechlessly. "Are you sure you're still thinking of picking the lock?"
"Better safe than sorry, hahaha..." Conan raised his hand and laughed awkwardly.
"Oh..." Behringer seemed to believe him halfway, then suddenly stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said with some enthusiasm, "In that case, I'll help you!"
As he spoke, he pulled out... an iron wire from his cloak?
Conan: !?
Huh?
Ai Haibara, who was standing to the side, was also stunned. Seeing him approach the car door and prepare to pick the lock, she quickly went up to stop him, "Wait! He'll definitely see through such a rough method!"
"Don't worry, I've learned it, it won't leave a trace!"
Bechfenger remained enthusiastic.
He was taught by Amuro Tooru! Absolutely no problem!
Even if he gets caught... he still has Bertrand to cover for him.
Ai Haibara turned her head and glanced at Conan, gesturing for him to come and help pull the person away.
Conan pressed down on Behringer's restless hand. "Don't be impulsive! Let me do it!"
Behfinger stopped what he was doing, ran to the side and squatted down, pitifully drawing circles on the ground with the wire.
Conan's lips twitched, and he could only step forward to comfort him, "It's not that I don't want your help, it's just that if it really is his car, it would be too dangerous..."
"I won't listen to this bastard's chanting!" Behringer covered his ears.
Conan: "...Next time! I'll definitely ask you for help next time!"
The blue-haired guy, who had been crouching in the corner, instantly stood up, grinning as he retracted the wire. "Then it's settled~"
Conan chuckled, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead.
As luck would have it, Professor Agasa also brought what he wanted.
Conan opened the car door with a coat hanger, climbed inside, and stuffed a tracker into the car.
But Ai Haibara suddenly grabbed him, her face filled with shock, "Look across the street!"
Conan looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Two conspicuous men in black stood opposite them.
That was Gin and his driver.
Conan was about to re-insert the tracker, but Ai Haibara stopped him.
"Wait! I advise you not to do this! Bertrand has many butterflies with various functions! Nobody knows if his butterflies can find you!"
Bechfenger, standing to the side, nodded secretly: I swear, I absolutely can.
Conan's hand stopped abruptly, a look of struggle flashing across his face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took the tracker back.
At this point, Gin and his companion had already ignored the cars driving on the road and were crossing the road.
Upon seeing the messy footprints beside the car, Vodka remained composed, saying, "Probably just passersby who came to admire it; after all, your car is quite rare."
Hiding in the shadows: I suspect vodka is an undercover agent sent by God to infiltrate the distillery.
Watching the car drive away, Conan gritted his teeth in frustration.
hateful!
If I miss this chance, I don't know if I'll have another one!
Behringer clicked his tongue inwardly, walked over to him, and patted his head reassuringly. "Don't worry, don't worry, what if there's another chance next time?"
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