Chapter 2782 2794 [Gin's Hair]
Akai Shuichi thought: "Now that everyone is watching, Mr. Yamada will not refuse to send Miss Mori to the hospital in order to maintain his image in society.
"But when this matter is over...privately, he might think Jiang Xia has caused him trouble, and secretly make things difficult for this peripheral member.
"But never mind. This isn't a big problem. As long as I find some time to do something for Vodka, he won't have time to do these things. Given this guy's personality, if he finds himself being targeted by me, he will definitely hide as far away as possible, and then he won't have time to cause trouble for Jiang Xia."
Before Vodka turned over here, Shuichi Akai turned around and left quietly - he wanted to get to the parking lot before Vodka and drive out the car for subsequent tracking.
…
In Chinese restaurants.
Vodka approached reluctantly like a forcibly conscripted serf, "eagerly" to help.
"Damn it, how did this guy know I was in the store?" Vodka thought about it and secretly reviewed his bad experience today:
"Could it be that my decision to have a good meal today because of the excessive work pressure was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but was influenced by Uzo?"
"...That's impossible. I haven't had any contact with Wuzo recently. No matter what, he can't be so amazing. If I think rationally, maybe there is one of his minions in this Chinese restaurant. As soon as that person saw me coming to dine, he immediately reported me to Wuzo?"
This is much more reasonable.
While greeting Uzo's ancestors in his heart, Vodka walked towards the parking lot not far away. Then he began to struggle whether he should step on the accelerator and escape, or drive the car back to the restaurant honestly.
At the restaurant entrance.
Conan never thought that Vodka was also here, and became a kind driver who was about to take them to the hospital.
...Let this guy pick up Xiaolan? Is this really possible?
Beside him, Jiang Xia seemed to see his doubts. This considerate classmate patted his head and comforted him, "Don't worry. Mr. Yamada is a good driver and will definitely be able to take Xiaolan to the hospital as quickly as possible."
Conan's eyes twitched wildly: "..." Nonsense, how could Gin's driving skills be bad? He was not worried about this, he was obviously worried about the "contact with vodka" itself.
But then I thought, it seems that my group has come into contact with Vodka a lot. Once, I was even trapped on an isolated island with Vodka and spent several days together...
"Forget it." Conan finally put "sending Mao Lilan to the hospital" first. He comforted himself in his heart, "Look at the bright side, isn't this the 'opportunity to contact the Black Organization' that I have always dreamed of? - Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. I can get some key information from Vodka because of what happened today."
Not long after, a car drove in from a nearby parking lot and stopped reluctantly in front of the restaurant.
Conan got on the bus with his classmates reluctantly.
Vodka: "......?" It's fine if I dislike you, but why do you look so reluctant? - What, are you wronged by riding in my car? Or do you think I'm stealing your master Uzo's attention?
After giving the brat a beating in his heart and imagining 108 ways to strangle the kid to death, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief and drove to a nearby hospital with a group of people he wished to die with.
On the way, Conan put his hand into his pocket, took it out, put it into his pocket again, and took it out again.
Conan: “…” Damn, I really want to install a bug and a locator.
...No, hold it in.
"We are the only ones who have touched Vodka's car tonight. Once these two things are discovered by Vodka, they will undoubtedly become a terrible death spell."
Conan took a deep breath, pinched his palms, and reminded himself in his heart: "Not only can I not pretend, I have to pray that others don't pretend either."
After sitting quietly in the car for a short while, Conan became restless again: "But this opportunity is rare. If I get off the car like this... it's really unbearable."
After thinking for a while, he began to look around the smooth surfaces in the car: How about looking for Vodka's fingerprints here? - Although Vodka was always very cautious in the past and he had never been able to get away with it, today was a rare "chance encounter" and this was Vodka's own car. Maybe this organization cadre was careless and accidentally left traces in the car?
The ideal is beautiful, but after taking out the tape and quietly sticking it on a few easily touched places using the noise of the running vehicle, Conan regretfully discovered that there were no traces of fingerprints in the car.
——Looking more closely, Vodka was driving with gloves on.
Conan: “…”
Forget it, there are no fingerprints, so let’s look for hair - Vodka is a living person, it is impossible for him not to shed hair... huh?!
Looking at Vodka's majestic back, Conan belatedly realized one thing: this guy seemed to have never taken off his hat!
The back of his head that was exposed outside the hat was actually coated with hairspray, and the hair was so strong that it would not fall off and be picked up by him.
Conan's pupils trembled slightly: It turns out that this black organization suit has such a profound meaning, which can ensure to the greatest extent possible that these mysterious guys will not leave any traces in the outside world.
"He never takes off his gloves in his car, wears a hat and sprays hair gel wherever he goes... How cautious is this guy Vodka?"
While he was naturally respecting his enemy, Conan's trust in his friends was once again shaken:
"This is completely different from how Haibara Ai introduced him. It seems that Haibara's evaluation of the members of each organization cannot be trusted - after all, she is just a researcher. She can be trusted in terms of professionalism, but forget about other aspects."
"but……"
A mature detective never gives up, and if one plan fails, he will think of another. Conan soon came up with a new idea - vodka does prevent hair loss, but what about his partner?
Although he was also wearing a hat, Gin didn't put all his hair into the hat, and his long, flowing silver hair didn't look like it had been sprayed with hairspray - in other words, as long as his hair fell, it would sooner or later be blown away by the wind and fall into the car.
Conan began to stare at the ground, trying to find some long light-colored hair... but unfortunately, he still found nothing.
Next to him, Jiang Xia couldn't help but glance at his neighbor with a wandering look in his eyes: "..." What are you looking for? Is he trying to pick up a strand of Gin's or Vodka's hair? That would disappoint him - Vodka's hair wouldn't circulate at all, and Gin hadn't acted with Vodka for a while, so naturally he wouldn't ride in this ordinary black car.
(End of this chapter)
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