The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Chapter 96 Gin: Trash, all trash (plus update to kaitosama 13)

"Brother..." Gin's bad mood was completely absorbed by Vodka, and his voice became a little softer, "Then we have to kill him according to the agreement with Kumail?"

"Let's wait for the arrangements from above." Gin said without saltiness, feeling very unhappy.

Although he was already very clear about the fact that Shigehiko Tonkoku was a loser, he thought that Kumail's understatement that day that Shigehiko Tonkoku was about to be exposed to the police even if he didn't mention it was that the little pervert was trying to hasten his death. Nonsense.

As it turned out, that waste was really exposed...

"Go back and contact Kumel." Gin ended the topic with these words, and then asked, "Where is the list at Tequila?"

"Brother, that list attracted the attention of the police at that time... Well, in short, we have to think of other ways." Vodka replied euphemistically.

...Another waste, even because he was involved in a vendetta against passers-by...

Forget it, stop thinking about it, your mind is full of rubbish and it affects your mood.

Vodka, a workplace expert who is very good at reading the air, brought the topic back to this mission without a single stumble. He wanted to find some way to vent his anger for his eldest brother. No matter how angry he was, he said: "Brother, today's mission is still It’s quite relaxing. I saw the person opposite was very excited when he got the suitcase. Is it a very valuable thing?”

"That's something that can make a lot of money, of course it's exciting." Gin sneered twice, "I guess that person is sitting in his seat, looking down at the last beautiful scenery."

"The last...?" Vodka asked the doubts in the eavesdropping Conan's mind.

"That person has lost significance to the organization." Gin dusted off his cigarette and said calmly, "The suitcase is full of bombs, and they will explode if there is a strong vibration."

Vodka's hair stood up, and despite Gin's eyes, he could only say bravely: "Then if that suitcase falls to the ground now, wouldn't it..."

"Who dares to let a treasure worth 400 million collide casually? But even so, at 3:10, that person will turn on the switch without warning. It is a worthy death to be buried with the entire Shinkansen. "Thinking of this, Gin's irritable mood finally eased a little.

But when he lowered his head and saw the suitcase full of banknotes in his hand, he thought that he had gone all the way to meet on public transportation, and the money he got back would fall into the hands of those unreliable colleagues...

I heard that Bourbon was sending a note to increase the budget, saying that he was planning to use Kumel's reputation to set up a detective agency to facilitate operations... The reason was very good, but the question was, what kind of detective agency could apply for an arms budget enough to arm a company?

Forget it, Kumail followed him and even applied for a bulletproof pickup truck? !

Are they preparing for two people to bloodbath the rice flower town?

Gin's mood, which had just risen a little, immediately fell to the ground.

Either they are trash, and those who are not trash are mice, and those who are not mice and are not trash are also moths... Damn it!

Gin snorted, listened to the arrival announcement on the radio, and kicked Vodka with the toe of his shoe: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's go."

Vodka, who had been kicked innocently, silently cursed the unknown person who had caused his eldest brother's anger. He honestly grabbed the suitcase, got up and followed Gin.

Conan was startled and looked up in the direction of the two people's seats. Even though they had already stood up and walked towards the exit, he couldn't help but jump up from his seat and rush towards their direction.

Don't go, what happened to the bomb!

And the drug that made him smaller!

How could he just let them leave from before his eyes, he...

Conan tried his best to close the distance between the two of them. Seeing Gin's long silver hair flying in front of his eyes, he subconsciously reached out his hand and tried to grab the hair in front of him——

"Are you crazy?" A quick-eyed hand grabbed the daring Conan by the waist and dragged him back, "Do you want your life?"

"I...!" Conan came back to his senses as if he was startled. He looked up and saw a pair of crimson eyes, which seemed to be emitting a faint red light in the slightly dim corridor, "Joker!"

"Shh!" The other party covered Conan's mouth, looked around warily, put on his sunglasses, and said in a low voice, "You're actually going to pull Gin's hair... that's pretty impressive."

"You know his code name, how come you..." Conan almost blurted out his question when his emotions were rising.

"Change the place." Tang Ze picked up Conan and nimbly ran up the stairs. "Your Xiaolan will catch up soon."

He took Conan to the front of the second floor, opened the door of the special private room, stuffed the person in and locked it.

Conan sat down in the large leather chair and stared blankly at the small lamp on the table.

... He remembered that the Shinkansen's business private rooms were not sold individually. Did Joker buy a group ticket for four people?

That's right, this guy was so skillful in hacking away the stolen goods of the bandit group. The gold coins alone were a big pile. He probably relied on these methods to make money for his secret activities. He was definitely quite rich.

After all, Joker has the ability to get more property, but he only chooses to take advantage of others. In a sense, he is really a "phantom thief" similar to Kidd.

"Why are you here?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"I should be the one to ask this question..." Conan's mouth twitched, then he reacted and his eyes lit up, "Are you here after gin and vodka?"

"Well, I just received a little bit of news about their actions." The reason was explained in one sentence, and he crossed his arms, "Then I saw you pulling people's hair without fear of death... They are villains who carry guns. You are really not afraid that he will shoot you twice when he gets angry."

At this point, Conan's expression tightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab his cuffs and said, "Don't talk about it yet, there is a bomb in the car! I heard their conversation, they came to the car to trade with people. , but what they gave the other party was not the promised transaction item, but a very powerful bomb! The bomb will explode in twenty minutes!"

"In other words, the bomb is in the hands of the trader, not the car." Tang Ze's face became serious. "We have to find this trader, otherwise even if the vehicle stops and evacuates, the exact location of the bomb cannot be found. The threat remains... tell me more about what you heard."

Conan took a deep breath, calmed down, calmly recalled every detail he heard, and simply repeated it to Tang Ze.

After listening, Tang Ze heard the word "Kumel" from Conan's mouth. He tried his best to control the urge to roll his eyes.

Gin and vodka, you two big colanders!

All the information about the organization has been leaked to you two!

If the two of them hadn't noticed a slip of the tongue and said all the names like Bourbon Belmode and Conan the Good Guys directly got the winery roster at the beginning, what a fool you would have been!

The organization really cannot defeat the red side based on its ability.

Karasawa tried his best to block out his complaints about his colleagues, and tried his best to focus on the other information in Conan's words. He pretended to be reasoning and said slowly: "Since Gin can say, 'Looking down at the beautiful scenery.' , that means the other party’s seat is on the second floor.”

Conan thought about his statement and nodded.

"That would be much easier." Tangze clicked on the door, "Except for the dining car, there are special class carriages on the second floor. This is the business private room, the 9th carriage. There are three business private rooms in the carriage. This one on this train I am the only one in the carriage. Then there are only two carriages, No. 7 and No. 10. Think about whether there are more options that can be eliminated, determine the carriage number, and we will go there to check.

"But if you only know the carriage number, you still can't directly identify the suspect, right?" Conan frowned tightly, "I don't have enough time. Is it feasible to inform the police and then go to the carriage to search one by one?"

"It's okay, little detective." Tang Ze showed a warm smile like a brother-in-law and nodded his sunglasses. "You just need to find the carriage... leave the rest to me."