Today is really a lucky day. I received such a simple task. I only need to kill a fat pig to get 5 million yen. For me, Bai Ya, this is just a bullet.
Although he has been waiting in this building for so long, he still thinks about the high rewards. The only thing that makes him unhappy is that someone on the killer website actually accepted the task of killing him. "Humph! Stupid guy, really
Do you think my name as White Crow is in vain? A bunch of stupid guys, maybe they don’t even know why I wear white clothes before the mission and black clothes after the mission. The huge color difference between white and black will
People are accustomed to looking for white and ignoring themselves hidden in the dark wearing black clothes. Do you really think I am stupid, huh!"
Use a sniper scope to watch the pedestrians coming and going downstairs. Don't you know it? Now your lives are in my hands. As long as I gently pull the trigger, you will go to hell. But you guys
A herd of pigs is not worth my bullets.
Look, what a cute child. At this time, White Crow spotted a cute boy wearing white clothes through the scope of the sniper rifle. A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of White Crow's mouth, and he really wanted to destroy this cute thing with his own hands.
Suddenly, the cute thing in his eyes smiled in his direction. Seeing this weird smile, Bai Yao was so shocked that he almost dropped his sniper rifle. "How is this possible? Is it just an illusion? This place is at least a few miles away from that child.
600 yards, far beyond the perception of ordinary people, even S-level killers may not be able to feel it."
After a brief shock, Bai Ya forced himself to regain his composure, grabbed the sniper rifle and tried to look for the child again, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it. Was it really an illusion?
After a while...
"Uncle, are you looking for me?"
A light word was heard in Bai Ya's ears no less than a thunderclap. His pupils gathered and shrank, and he instantly turned the gun head and pointed it behind his back. Yes, it was the cute child he had just seen. Bai Ya felt that he must be dreaming now.
, a distance of 600 yards in just two minutes, and this is a straight line distance. Don't forget that he is on the building now, and the normal distance is far more than 800 yards. How on earth did this kid...
"Who are you?" White Crow's sniper rifle locked tightly on the child in front of him, and his trembling hands proved his mood at the moment.
"Oh, let me introduce myself first. My name is Maori Ye. It's normal that you don't know me, uncle, but I know your uncle. I'm going to kill the president on a C-level mission. The reward for the mission is 5 million yen. The recipient: Bai
Crow, White Crow: B-level killer. He likes to wear white clothes when committing crimes and black clothes after committing crimes. The sniper range is 700 yards... His biggest hobby is playing with the target that is about to be killed like a cat and mouse...
..”
Yes, it was Ye who appeared here. After he found out that he was being targeted by a sniper, he immediately found the sniper's position, and then approached without a trace of emotion.
But this B-level killer is really a weakling. He got close to him to about one meter, and he didn't realize there was someone behind him. If Ye wanted to kill him, he would have died long ago. He didn't kill him because Ye was too playful. Maybe
It's time to return to his childhood. Now he is very playful. He wants him to experience the feeling of cat and mouse again, but this time he plays the role of the fearful and desperate mouse. He has a lot of fun at night.
It's a joy, but the white crow opposite is simply hellish torture.
After listening to Bai Ya for so many nights, he was already on the verge of collapse, and his words were not clear. "You... are you the one who accepted the task of killing me? You are still a child? No... No, you are suffering from...
Got dwarfism?" He was scared to death, thinking that he must have encountered an old monster, and the only hope was that the sniper in his hand was snatched away. "Even if you are a monster, you can't guard against bullets."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The continuous attack stirred up countless stone fragments, blocking the field of vision and making it difficult to see the situation in front of him clearly. "Are you dead?"
"What do you think?" Ye's voice came over erratically, and Bai Ya couldn't tell his position at all, so he shot around randomly, but the more bullets he hit and the more smoke and dust, the harder it was to see the direction, and the more panicked he became.
, he could clearly feel the breath of death approaching him.
At this time, a black chopstick suddenly came out of the billowing smoke, and was inserted accurately between Bai Ya's eyebrows. "Uh..." Bai Ya was killed by one blow, and before he could even say his last words, he died unconscious and lay down.
On the ground.
After taking photos for nostalgia, he then searched Bai Ya's body, including a sand hawk, a tactical dagger, and even hundreds of thousands of yen in cash. The sniper rifle was quickly disassembled and put into the box. The sound of the gunfire had already
It has attracted a lot of people. I believe that the place will be blocked by the police soon and we must leave as soon as possible.
Sure enough, not long after Ye left, several police cars arrived at the same time and surrounded the entire building. Fortunately, Ye left quickly, otherwise it would have been a lot of trouble if he left now. Ye hated trouble the most.
On the other side, the murder case in the art museum is coming to an end. With a series of reminders from Conan, the case has become very clear.
Conan secretly thought: "The murderer is not Mr. Kubota, but how should I let my uncle know? By the way, use this." Holding the navigation map, Conan said anxiously: "Toilet, toilet, I can't hold it in anymore."
La." He jumped like a flea and ran to the old curator: "Uncle, where is the toilet."
"Oh, toilet. There is a staircase on the left when you go out of this room. Go down the stairs and you'll be there at the end." Curator Luo He pointed to the door of the room.
"I don't know the mouth clearly, please help me draw it on it." Conan handed over the navigation map and asked the old curator to draw it on it.
The old curator took it over with a smile, took out the ballpoint pen and was about to draw, "Ah" suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank violently, and cold sweat couldn't stop breaking out on his face. "What's wrong with you, uncle, are you here?"
I knew before writing that the ball pen couldn't write." Conan pretended to be confused.
"A ball pen that can't write?"
"Wait a minute, if the ball pen hits the boss's hand, you can't write." Mao Li took out the evidence piece of paper from his arms, "Then this piece of paper with traces should be... white
Paper."
"Hey..." Conan turned into beet-eyed, "Do you see any strange marks on it?" Conan pointed at the note and said.
"Ah, this is..."
"That's right, that mark was made by trying to erase it with a ball pen that couldn't write."
Curator Luo He looked at Conan with shock: "Ah, this kid."
"That's right." Wu Lang clenched his fist with his right hand and hit his left hand: "If the murderer was attacking the victim at that time, the name of the murderer was written on the note behind you. Then when the boss saw the name that was different from the murderer, he would naturally
I want to erase it, but I can’t write with a ball pen..."
"No wonder Boss Zhongzhong would throw away the pen that he couldn't write on at that time." Officer Memaku added.
"That's right, the murderer used a silent video recorder and a pen without ink to conjure up our wrong reasoning. This is the trap set by the murderer. Haha!" Goro thought he had solved the mystery and laughed proudly.
"But, can the pen I found now be able to write normally?" Officer Memaku asked doubtfully.
"Officer Memaku, when you picked up the ball pen, the nib should have been retracted." Conan continued: "Mr. Masakawa on the video recorder probably didn't have time to retract the nib."
"So was this ball pen replaced by the murderer later?" Mu Mu said, "It must have been careless at that time, and he put it down before the pen tip could be rotated out."
"So now that you have a ball pen that can't write, you are the prisoner, Director Luohe, and the prisoner is you, right?" Wulang looked at the old director and continued: "Then can I ask you a question now? 4 and a half
Where were you when the murder occurred?"
"At that time, I was waiting to meet an important person. He was a demon with a corrupted soul. I thought he was hopeless. I hid in the armor, and then as you saw...
....." Curator Luo He narrated quietly.
"Ah, curator..." Sakashima looked at the old curator in disbelief. He really couldn't believe that the usually amiable curator Luo He could be the murderer.
"Then, the composition of that heavenly punishment? Is it a coincidence?" Inspector Memaku asked immediately.
"That's not a coincidence, it's just that I practiced many times and didn't stop until I performed perfectly under the video camera." Director Luo He said.
"So? It's also the so-called moving armor that the security personnel saw?" Goro said in surprise.
The old curator raised his head, closed his eyes and said very calmly: "Maybe you think it's stupid. Everything is done to get rid of Boss Zhengzhong, because he is selfish and wants to destroy this sacred museum, so I want to
Get rid of that devil, and he will never take away an art piece like his own child from my hands. "Also," Director Luohe looked at Kubota with a face full of fear, and continued: "There is also Kubota who sells art works casually.
I will punish you too."
"Director Luohe, this is different from painting. You have also been punished by heaven." Wulang retorted.
"No, no, just like that painting, although the devil was killed by the righteous knight, the knight was also baptized with evil blood, which meant that he himself was contaminated by the devil. "Long silence." Again.
Why am I also a murderer? Now I have become the embodiment of evil. No evidence can escape the eyes of justice."
"The eye of justice?" Wulang and Mumu said at the same time.
The old curator bent down and looked at Conan: "My friend, you don't need to go to the toilet now." Conan was surprised: "Well... Well!"
"Hahaha~~~!"
This is destined to be a sad story. In addition to the mission, there is also a large part of the reason for this.
When Mao Li came back with Lan Conan, Ye had already returned home, and the sniper rifle he had found had been hidden in his room long ago. The sand hawk and tactical dagger were still on him.
"Sister Lan, you're back, let's drink a glass of water." Lan originally couldn't find Ye when she left, and she was quite angry. She thought she must show Ye the color when she got home, but as soon as she entered the door, she saw the lovely Ye, well-behaved.
Holding a glass of water, all the anger accumulated along the way disappeared, leaving only the love for the night.
Chapter completed!