Chapter 3479 3491 [Anesthetic Resistance]
He was planning to drive to the dock to see for himself, but at that moment, a black Porsche flew past with several messy figures.
After a few seconds, the scene he just saw flashed back in his mind. Gin frowned and whispered a code name: "...Calvados?"
The car slowed down and eventually stopped.
Gin turned around and looked at the dark forest: "..." If I was not mistaken, that idiot was carried over by two strangers?
…
County Citizens Comprehensive Park.
After a frantic response, Inspector Megure finally managed to stabilize the situation and explained the whole story to reporters: the shot that knocked down Councilman Narimatsu was not fired by the police!
...Although it was not a decent thing for a congressman to be shot in public under heavy police protection, compared with the previous rumors, the current situation was enough for Inspector Megure.
"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Mr. Narizo that he has so many enemies." Inspector Megure wiped his sweat, quietly turned on his mobile phone, monitored public opinion, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Just now, Takagi and his men wanted to squeeze next to Congressman Narizo for protection, but were ruthlessly blocked by the bodyguards, and this scene was photographed.
Therefore, now, there is more discussion online about Councillor Cheng Zeng than about the issue of "inadequate police protection".
In addition, the most widely circulated rumor is "The police shot the hostage congressman!" - but fortunately, this is a very obvious rumor, and if it is publicly refuted at the press conference, it can actually improve the precarious credibility.
I was secretly calculating the subsequent workload in my mind, when at this moment, Takagi Wataru ran over shouting "Inspector!!".
"?!" Inspector Megure looked at his solemn expression, his heart skipped a beat and he cried out in disbelief.
But now that things had come to this, under the deliberate and unintentional sweep of the cameras, Inspector Megure, as the police chief, could only force himself to stand up straight and said calmly, "What's the fuss! Tell me slowly, what happened?"
Officer Takagi: "We just received a message from the Metropolitan Police Department. Someone reported that there was a fire at the nearby dock. It's suspected that someone set the fire and there seemed to be an explosion!"
Inspector Megure, who had been apprehensive about this, heaved a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "For something like this, go find Investigation Section 3—call them over here right away! I'm too busy to handle this here."
"But..." Officer Takagi lowered his voice, glancing warily at the reporter next to him. "The caller also said that before he saw the flames, he heard sounds like firecrackers, and there were vague shadows of people at the dock..."
Mumu Police Department: "..."
Just after rescuing the hostages at the factory, a shooting occurred at the comprehensive park. Just as the situation at the shooting scene was stabilized, another incident occurred at the dock!
Although I have known that my job will be very busy, but it is not busy to this extent... Is the way I got up today not right?
He took a deep breath and was about to lead people to the dock, but at this moment, Officer Sato ran over: "Inspector!"
Mumu Police Department: "?"
Coming again?
With mixed feelings, he turned to another capable subordinate of his, praying that she could bring some good news.
Under his anxious gaze, Sato Miwako lowered her voice and said, "The ballistic analysis of the gun in yesterday's shooting has been completed."
Inspector Megure was stunned: "Shooting case?"
After two seconds, he slapped his forehead and remembered: It was the case from yesterday afternoon! At a party for a group of Kamen Rider fans, someone used a real and fake pistol to stage a "gun suicide" case that almost successfully deceived the police...
Thinking about it, he was still worried about the source of the gun in that case yesterday. Unexpectedly, today, more headaches came one after another, so much so that he almost forgot about it.
Inspector Megure pressed his brows together, briefly showing a kind of indifference, as if he had given up. He asked Sato Miwako, "What was the result?"
Officer Sato: "After comparison, we have records of this gun - it belongs to the FBI agent who illegally possessed a gun. His name seems to be Shuichi Akai."
Memu Police Department: "...?"
Officer Gao Mu was stunned after hearing these words. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "Yesterday's shooting, today's shooting of the congressman, and the gunshots at the dock... could there be any connection between these three things?"
"You mean..." Inspector Megure's head hurt like it was about to fall out, "It's those unruly FBI agents who are behind this?"
…
When the police were worried.
In the woods between the park and the pier.
Inside the white Mazda, a large and a small car were restraining each other, facing each other solemnly in the rising anesthetic gas.
According to their verbal bet, if Vermouth faints first, Conan, who wants to dig out information about the organization, will win. If Conan faints first, the evil Vermouth will destroy the recording and kill everyone related to him.
Both sides tried their best, and finally, after a silent contest... Vermouth's sinister smile gradually disappeared, and finally she gritted her teeth and fell down first.
She fell, and the sinister smile shifted to Conan's face.
"Who's going to be anesthetized first? Haha, just because the anesthetic needle the doctor made specially for today can make me sleep for so long, doesn't mean your thin hypnotic gas can do the same."
Conan raised his head proudly, but what emerged in his mind was the bloody and tearful past where he was inexplicably stabbed twice by every anonymous person who passed by.
——Anesthetics are like cigarettes and alcohol. You get used to them after using them a few times.
After a brief silence, Conan shook his head like Vermouth just now, trying to shake off the not-so-pleasant memories from his mind.
Then he looked at Vermouth and reached for her phone: "Now I can..."
Boom!
As soon as he leaned down, Conan was hit hard on the back of his neck. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the last thing he saw was Vermouth opening her eyes again and a sly smile on her lips.
In a flash, Conan understood everything.
"This cunning woman wasn't paralyzed at all! She was just pretending! In order to prevent me from pulling out the strings on my body to inform Dr. Agasa, she had to restrain my hand with her own, so that she couldn't hit me with the knife.
"But just now, after she pretended to faint, I carelessly let go of the string and reached for her phone, so her hands were free... This is too cunning! Doesn't she have any integrity at all?"
Although I completely disagree with the consequences of cheating, it is too late to regret it.
It is possible to resist anesthetics, but it is difficult to resist hand knives.
In the end, Conan, who was hit on the back of the neck, looked unwilling and fell down on the seat with a thud.
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