Chapter 3547-3559 [A Warning from Gin]
Miwako Sato, holding Conan, looked at the drastically changed child with some confusion: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
"Of course..." Conan started to say excitedly, but then suddenly realized something and stopped talking.
...We can't just tell the police about the existence of the Black Organization without any evidence.
This kind of thing can't be handled by involving "Brother Jiangxia" or "Brother Kudo" like before—not to mention that without any backing, the police simply wouldn't believe a first-grade elementary school student. Even if they did believe him, as police officers, they couldn't arrest Gin without evidence.
"In other words, saying anything about the organization now will only alert them and implicate these innocent police officers..."
Realizing this, Conan could only grit his teeth, and then, taking advantage of the two policemen's inattention, he suddenly ducked down, trying to use his height to rush in the direction Gin had left.
Unfortunately, before he could run two steps, another hand reached out and grabbed him.
Kogoro Mouri snorted, "You brat, you're running around again."
Sonoko Suzuki chimed in, "Exactly! You were just kidnapped, and you still don't learn your lesson."
Two helpful police officers also came over: "There are a lot of vehicles here, please be careful."
Conan, surrounded by four people: "..."
He touched the anesthesia wristwatch on his wrist and, remembering that it only contained a single anesthetic needle, felt a pang of frustration: Why couldn't the doctor have put in a little more effort and modified the anesthetic needle to fire continuously, creating an anesthesia Gatling gun wristwatch?
While making a futile struggle, Conan suddenly focused his gaze and saw a familiar Porsche 365A driving out from the direction Gin had left.
As the black car passed the intersection, the person in the driver's seat glanced at him coldly through the car window before looking away and driving off.
"..."
Conan suddenly met Gin's gaze, and bathed in that exceptionally cold stare, he felt as if he had been frozen in place.
Several seconds later, after the black car had driven away, the fake elementary school student slowly came to his senses and broke out in a cold sweat.
"What's going on?" Conan was shocked. "Gin was looking at me just now? And that terrifying look... it felt more like a warning than a normal 'sight'!"
"Is he... warning me?"
After a brief moment of confusion, Conan shook his head in bewilderment, muttering to himself, "No, it must just be my imagination."
“Gin probably glared at me because he was annoyed by the brat… Otherwise, it couldn’t be that he noticed me rushing out of the restaurant and knew I was trying to follow him—haha, if that were the case, he might have already driven by here, thrown a grenade on the side of the road, and killed everyone present.”
...
While Conan was diligently working on his reading comprehension.
Inside the shopping mall diagonally opposite.
Against the backdrop of the soundly sleeping vodka, Jiang Xia picked out two clean cups, poured himself a cup of tea, and leisurely took two sips.
Then he looked up at Vermouth across from him and pushed another teacup full of tea toward her: "Thirsty? Have some."
Vermouth: "..."
She silently looked at the cup, then turned to look at the large, cautionary tale beside it... Let alone drinking it, she had already given it her all to refrain from throwing the cup away.
However, this was something Uzo offered, so if we just stand there and don't accept it...
It wasn't that I was afraid of offending the child and incurring retaliation, but as a composed and elegant adult, I really shouldn't do such a rude thing to a junior.
Thinking this, Vermouth naturally took the teacup, then, with her superb acting skills, pretended to take a sip. Afterward, the actress put the cup down and said gently, "If there's nothing else, then I'll..."
Jiang Xia interrupted, "As an ally who just hunted down Akai Shuichi together, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Vermouth thought to herself, "..." What's there to talk about? Should we talk about how you used me as bait? Or how I got shot a few times by Shuichi Akai and still have rib pain when I breathe?
Vermouth smiled: "A perfect plan, a brilliant performance."
Jiang Xia smiled, clearly not taking the somewhat insincere compliment to heart, but for some reason, he seemed to feel even better than before.
Under Vermouth's puzzled gaze, the enigmatic young cadre took another sip of tea and then continued unhurriedly:
“Gin didn’t ask you why you suddenly recalled Calvados to Tokyo, nor did he ask what you were doing the night before last—it seems that Shuichi Akai is indeed useful. As long as he appears, all other purposes will be ignored. This ‘silver bullet’ will automatically become Gin’s number one enemy.”
“But your true purpose…” Jiang Xia looked at Vermouth, “is something we all know.”
Vermouth understood.
She wanted to change the subject, but she knew this issue would have to be resolved sooner or later, so she took a deep breath and asked directly, "You want to talk about Shirley?"
Jiang Xia nodded in satisfaction.
Vermouth paused for a moment, then tried to struggle: "Between Sherry and me..."
Just as Jiang Xia began to speak, his phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.
Vermouth's gaze unconsciously shifted over, and the next instant, a note that sent chills down her spine caught her eye.
—Ran Mouri.
"..."
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Vermouth suddenly realized something, and her heart skipped a beat: "..." She was still too naive—Uzo probably had no intention of negotiating with Sherry; he was purely threatening her!
Just then, she saw Jiang Xia's fingertip twitch as he pressed the answer button.
Seeing the speakerphone button on the screen being turned on simultaneously, Vermouth instinctively held her breath and, in a flash, reached out and delivered a heavy chop to Vodka's hand to prevent him from hearing anything he shouldn't have.
With a muffled thud, Vodka, who was already not fully awake, went black and fell into an even deeper sleep.
At the same time, a familiar voice came through the already connected phone call.
Ran Mouri exclaimed in surprise, "Jiang Xia? Are you alright? I think I heard something over there..." She hesitated, "...a sound like a chop to the neck?"
Vermouth: "..." How could you tell that?
While her mind was racing with random thoughts, she glanced at Jiang Xia and gestured for him not to say anything inappropriate.
Jiang Xia casually replied, "It's probably the noise from the TV next to us. My client likes to watch action movies, and there are often fight scenes on the screen."
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