Chapter 352: Find a Lucky Detective to Take the Blame (Combined Chapter)
As expected, Conan was not overwhelmed by the bag containing Haibara Ai.
He hesitated for a moment, faced the oppressive gaze of Miss Anonymous, nodded in pretending to agree, and trotted away with Huibara Ai, taking advantage of the chaos to leave.
After successfully slipping out of the hotel and finding the doctor's little beetle on the roadside covered with snow and crushed ice, Conan put the bag on the back seat and unzipped it under the puzzled gaze of Dr. Agasa.
After releasing Haibara Ai, Conan turned around and planned to get off the car and return to Haido City Hotel.
Although Anonymous just said that whoever returns to the hotel before dawn will be killed, Conan can't control the idea of "going back to get involved" - if he can catch one or two members of the Black Organization before Anonymous kills them and hand them over to the police, the police will be able to obtain a lot of information about the Black Organization, which means that Kudo Shinichi will take the antidote and return to the peak of his life...
However, before the beautiful fantasy faded away, Conan had just pushed the car door halfway open when he suddenly felt a chill on his legs.
At the same time, there is a bit of needle-like pain.
...wait, it seems that we need to remove the word "as if".
Conan turned around in astonishment and saw that Haibara Ai looked apologetic, but her movements were extremely firm as she held a tube of unknown injection and the needle entered his body.
The medicine in the special injection was quickly consumed.
Conan only had time to utter a short and surprised "You...!" before he fell headfirst into his seat.
The last thought that flashed through his mind was: This needle looks so familiar, Xiaobai disguised himself as Huiyuan Ai?! That’s right, some time ago, Anonymous seemed to have a member who could disguise himself, and that person also disguised himself as an English teacher and took Guo Jiangxia away... What exactly does this mysterious organization want to do tonight?!
Before the series of questions in his mind could produce any results, Conan fell into a deep sleep unwillingly.
Dr. Agasa was a little slow to react.
When he turned around from the driver's seat, twisting his slightly fat body, Conan in the back was already fast asleep with his eyes closed.
Haibara Ai put down the empty needle, crawled over and closed the rear door that Conan had just pushed open.
Then she turned her blue eyes slightly, looked at Dr. Agasa, and said in a natural tone: "Let's go home, let's not get involved in things here anymore."
"Oh, okay..." Dr. Agasa started the fire in a daze and did as he was told subconsciously.
The old man is different from Conan. He is very good at accepting opinions. When encountering matters related to the case, he often follows Conan's instructions. Now that Conan is no longer able to do so, he subconsciously follows what Haibara Ai said.
After driving a few meters, Dr. Agasa gradually realized that being able to leave seemed to mean that the death crisis had been resolved.
He immediately shifted his attention elsewhere with a big heart.
Recalling the injection in Huihara Ai's hand just now, Dr. Agasa said in surprise and a little surprise: "Isn't that the medicine I was responsible for developing? Some time ago, Jiang Xia asked someone to help me promote it on TV. After that, it was sold as a self-defense product. The advertising effect is really good. My research funds have increased a lot."
Hearing this, Haibara Ai silently looked at the needle in her hand and threw the empty shell away.
Conan might not take the anonymous threat seriously.
But when Huibara Ai recalled the scene just now, she clearly remembered the way Miss Anonymous said "Pisk won't survive tonight" - her expression and tone were so nonchalant, as if she was going to step on a bug to death, and with a faint joy emanating from the bottom of her heart... If such a person would say something like "I will kill you if you come into the hotel before dawn", then this warning must be serious.
Thinking of this, Huiyuan nodded slightly. Yes, this should be the truth. Anonymous does give people a gentler feeling than the Black Organization, but it is also a secretive organization that can fight against the Black Organization and even crush the Black Organization in some aspects... Wait, now she seems to be a member of it? Although she is only a peripheral member...
As Huiyuan Ai thought about it, she slowly pulled the pillow in the car and hugged herself, burying herself in the oversized clothes and pillow. She felt that everything tonight was like a dream.
Captured by the Black Organization, saved by Anonymous, and then suddenly changed to another organization... By the way, it seems that all formal members of Anonymous must get tattoos. Can they choose the location themselves? Or does the leader of the organization specify the tattoo?
...I always feel that most people would not voluntarily get a tattoo on their face. Miss Anonymous must have been oppressed by an unscrupulous boss...If after a while, I become a formal member from a peripheral member, do I have to meet the terrible mastermind behind the scenes?
Haibara Ai touched the corner of her eyes with some fear.
…
Beihu City Hotel.
After Haibara Ai and Conan left, Jiang Xia dispersed the anonymous puppet, let Miyano Akemi float away and follow Haibara Ai to see the situation, and his own consciousness returned to his body.
The sentence just now, "I'll kill you if you come back again", was actually not said to Conan, but mainly to Haibara Ai.
Conan would not be frightened by such words at all. On the contrary, when he heard that someone was going to die, he might even rush in to try to save people and start his familiar suicidal behavior... But Haibara Ai would definitely not pretend not to hear it.
Thinking of the tube of anesthetic given to Haibara Ai, Jiang Xia felt that if everything went well, Conan should be lying down now.
Sure enough, not long after, Miyano Akemi responded with a message.
——Haibara Ai completed the first mission she received from the anonymous organization seriously, injected a tube of anesthetic into Conan, and persuaded Dr. Agasa to leave.
That is to say, tonight, the busy Kudo-san will not come to cause trouble again.
In this case, maybe I can watch the unboxing of the Pisco and take a closer look at the murderous aura of Gin.
…
In the room temporarily requisitioned by the police, Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the situation in the room.
Conan saw the scene of Gin and Vodka walking into the Haido Hotel just now, so he immediately called Inspector Megure in Kudo Shinichi's voice and asked him to stop the two men in black.
Although Inspector Megure was confused, he realized from Kudo Shinichi's tone that the matter seemed very serious, so he personally led a few capable subordinates to stop them.
As a result, not only did they fail to find Gin, but because the manpower was scattered, the situation in the interrogation room began to get out of control. In the end, the police officers had reached the limit of delaying time and could only take a step back: those who had the purple commemorative handkerchief on them could leave first.
When Pisk heard that the handkerchief was going to be checked, his heart sank a little.
He faced the approaching police officer and calmly reached into his pocket, intending to feel around and then say that he had lost it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips went in, he felt the smooth silk.
The unfamiliar touch startled Pisk.
After a pause, he slowly pulled out his hand, revealing a purple handkerchief.
Pisk stared at it intently, his expression changing slightly.
...His handkerchief was clearly covering the muzzle of the gun, but it was blown away. How did the handkerchief get into his pocket?!
The police officer did not notice the ugly expression on his face under the layers of wrinkles. He briefly checked the handkerchief and confirmed that it was a commemorative handkerchief before letting Pisk go out.
Pisk entered the corridor but did not leave immediately.
He turned around and glanced at everyone in the room with a look of surprise and doubt.
——When celebrities get together, they cannot abandon social etiquette even if they are in the embarrassing situation of being treated as suspects.
So just now, among these people, several had shaken hands with him, talked to him, passed by him... In short, as long as their skills were good enough, they would have the opportunity to put the handkerchief into his pocket.
By the way, speaking of close-up opportunities...
A scene suddenly flashed through Pisk's mind:
Before, when Jiang Xia beat him up and forcibly pulled him up from the ground to wipe off the footprints on his clothes in order to destroy the evidence, he had touched his clothes, and of course there were many opportunities to touch his pockets.
Could it be that...
A flash of lightning flashed through Pisk's mind, and he suddenly looked through the door and towards Jiang Xia in the room.
But he happened to see the police officer saying a few words to Jiang Xia, and then Jiang Xia took out a purple commemorative handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the police for inspection.
Pisk silently withdrew his gaze again.
...overthinking.
There would suddenly be a commemorative handkerchief in his pocket. It should be that the unknown accomplice put his own handkerchief on him to protect him.
Since Jiang Xia's handkerchief is still there, it means that Jiang Xia is not the accomplice.
After coming to this conclusion, Piske felt a little complicated. Thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was reasonable - although he didn't know the identity of the hidden member, the other party knew him. And there was no reason for his colleagues to step on him and beat him when they knew his identity...
It’s better this way, since they are not colleagues, it will be easier to silence them later.
After confirming through the handkerchief that the accomplice of the organization hiding in the dark was not Jiang Xia, Pisk snorted coldly and did not linger any longer.
He walked quickly down the corridor toward the wine cellar.
If you continue to look at the door, you might be able to discover the true identity of the teammate who is paddling.
But right now, that's clearly not the point.
The key point is to confirm Shirley's current situation as soon as possible and transport her out of the hotel - he left too hastily just now, thinking that he could get back before Shirley woke up, so he didn't tie her up. Now he just hopes that Shirley won't commit suicide out of panic, otherwise the organization will undoubtedly lose a lot of intelligence, and he will also lose a lot of merit... Pisk prayed secretly.
As for the teammates, after they go back and finish writing the mission report, that person's slacking behavior will naturally be punished.
He walked through the corridor in a hurry and with a chaotic mind.
I didn't notice that not long after I left, a figure followed quietly behind me.
Jiang Xia controlled his pace and looked at Pisk's back expectantly.
Jiang Xia had also passed the police's handkerchief inspection and left the room smoothly. The police officers in the room were not familiar with him and no one noticed the direction he left.
——As early as when he was preparing to attend the memorial service, Jiang Xia had planned to get another purple handkerchief.
First of all, Pisk must be protected. Otherwise, if Pisk is suspected and detained by the police and falls into the hands of the police, the blind box cannot be opened. After all, it is impossible for the police to shoot a cunning and non-resisting old man on the spot.
In addition, Jiang Xia also wanted to continue to take advantage of the red team and did not want to expose Wu Zuo's identity immediately. In order to avoid being targeted by some active-minded people, he also had to have his own handkerchief.
So before, when Jiang Xia drove the puppet to find a bulletproof vest to prevent Gin from shooting upwards in the fireplace on a whim, he did not forget to change into Xiaobai's puppet and take his parents' ghosts to play with the aunties who were handing out handkerchiefs at the front desk for a while.
On the way, he took advantage of no one's attention and quietly took away a remaining purple handkerchief.
He gave one piece to Pisk and had one piece left for himself.
Plan Pass√
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Pisk walked quickly down the steps and into the corridor where the wine cellar was located.
When he saw the half-open door of the wine cellar from afar, his heart skipped a beat and he felt very disappointed.
When he strode closer and saw clearly the gun hole on the lock of the wine cellar door, Pisk frowned again and fell into deep thought.
...This simple and rough way of opening the door reminded him of Gin.
However, we cannot rule out the possibility that after Shirley escaped from the organization, she mixed up with a new, violent companion who had a gun and was too lazy to pick the lock - this bullet hole might have been made by the person who rescued her.
The former is fine, but if it's the latter...
Pisk looked solemn, pulled out his gun and loaded it, then carefully opened the door and walked into the wine cellar to check.
I had just taken two steps when the door behind me suddenly creaked.
Pisco turned his head suddenly and saw Gin approaching him. At the same time, Gin raised a gun with a silencer and pressed it against Pisco's forehead. A terrifying chill hit him in the face.
...is "cold" in the physical sense.
——There were occasional wet stains on Gin's black windbreaker, and some snowflakes that had not yet melted were piled on his shoulders and hat brim, as if he had been frozen in the cold wind and snow for a long time.
The smile on his lips was like frozen ice, and a cold breath with murderous intent rushed towards him. Gin did not mention Shirley, but asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you kill the reporter immediately and dispose of the film?"
"..." Piske was startled by the cold muzzle of the gun between his eyebrows, "Reporter? Film? ...What do you mean?"
Gin remembered that he had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time but did not see Shirley climbing up. Instead, he received an email from his boss that contained implicit reprimands. In an instant, he felt even more murderous.
He pulled a malicious smile on his face. "Haven't you heard yet? I heard that the headline of tomorrow's morning paper will be a photo of you pointing a gun at the ceiling at the memorial service for Director Sakamaki."
Pisk was stunned.
Thoughts gushed out of his mind, and in a flash, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the cluster of flash lights that lit up in the dark banquet hall before he shot the chandelier.
He suddenly realized the problem.
(End of this chapter)
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