However, no matter how angry he is, the current situation has become a fact. Rather than cursing the little straw man, it is more important to start solving the current problem.
Vodka briefly thought about whether to make a quick decision, and using his identity as an organizational cadre, he chased the doctor to his home and asked him to work overtime for treatment... After 0.1 seconds, he gave up this extremely dangerous idea.
"As we all know, compared to public places like hospitals, private places like home are actually the most dangerous."
Vodka silently recited his anti-terrorist manual in his heart: "At least Uzo will restrain himself when there are many people - that guy just likes to commit murders, and he is not a brainless terrorist. In a sense, he is very
Value human life'... Well, if there is a target that is too attractive to him, let's talk about it separately."
"In short, if you follow the other person's house rashly, no one will know whether there are tons of bombs buried under the doctor's floor. Or maybe the doctor's mentality has actually reached the edge of collapse. He doesn't want to collude with the organization, but he is worried
There is no way to escape from our clutches, so I plan to fight to the death, draw my gun and empty the magazine of the innocent organization members who come to assess him..."
The more Vodka thought about it, the more he broke into a cold sweat. After all, based on his many years of experience and experience, among the people that the black organization wanted to recruit, there were not all those who were too hard-boned and would die with others at every turn.
"You can't act blindly." Vodka finally concluded, "It's rare that the doctor doesn't know the true identity of the examiner and won't take the initiative to come to me. In this case, I can't send him there myself. I have to hide myself and disguise myself."
Become an ordinary patient passing by!”
Of course, an ordinary patient passing by cannot unreasonably ask a professional doctor with a high status to work overtime for him.
"It seems we can only come back tomorrow. Anyway, let's tell Brother Gin about today's situation and file a complaint with him." Vodka nodded secretly, "My attitude towards seeking medical treatment is very positive. I don't have any problems... everything
It’s all Uzo’s fault!”
"In addition, there is that theater..."
It was obviously supposed to be a dazzling scenic spot built in the middle of the sea, like a paradise, undisturbed, but when Vodka thought of the word, only an island-like slaughterhouse came to mind, as well as people sitting at the dining table holding knives and smiling.
Uzo.
While Vodka was writing the email he planned to send to Gin, he continued to add to the manual in his heart: "It seems that I will try to reduce the frequency of going to the beach in the future..."
…
"Hai Xin Theater?"
Surprisingly, when Gin heard the news, he didn't utter any condemnation or sneer.
He just sneered plainly: "I've had people check it several times. From the perspective of the outside world, Uzo has nothing to do with that theater in terms of funding or personnel."
Vodka: "...?"
He listened left and right, and actually heard a hint of relief and satisfaction in Brother Gin's tone.
After a moment of silence, Vodka couldn't help but pick his ears hard: "..." Brother? Brother, what were you talking about just now?
Soon, it turned out that his hearing was still as sharp as usual and he had heard correctly.
On the other side of the phone, Gin seemed to take out a lighter and clicked a cigarette, then continued leisurely: "Originally, I thought that he had little experience and there would be big problems if he suddenly opened a theater, so I made plans to take over... I didn't expect it.
That Maya Hashimoto solved everything well.
"From this point of view, it can indeed become a unique stronghold - if enough bombs are installed at key locations in advance, even if there is a problem in the future, as long as the person in charge, Maya Hashimoto, sinks to the bottom of the sea together with the entire theater,
The clues can be completely cut off."
Vodka gradually had a bad premonition in his heart: "Then Uzo's theater..."
Gin thought for a while: "After it is built, observe it for a while. If it runs well, you can bring some targets there to deal with according to the situation."
Vodka: "..."
...Brother! Have you had too much contact with Uzo recently?! You should come see this psychiatrist. You must be the person who needs him most in the organization!
The loyal words struck his ears, and as he spoke, thousands of words came together into one sentence: "...Okay, I understand."
Vodka: "..." Thinking on the bright side, Brother Gin obviously left a lot of room in his words: if it runs smoothly, this theater will continue to exist - and conversely, if it doesn't run smoothly, the organization will be in ruins
The theater was mercilessly confiscated.
"Hmph, think about the wonderful scene where that kid worked hard to run the theater and finally gained some fame, but was seized by the organization... It's really exciting." Vodaf took a deep breath and could only place his hope here.
, he prayed sincerely, "I hope this day will come soon."
"Well, but when that time comes, will Uzo suspect that I was stirring up trouble behind his back, causing Brother Gin to confiscate his theater, and then use his energy to run the theater against me?"
Thinking about the scene, an innocent cadre began to sweat on his forehead.
After a while, Vodka silently changed the content of his prayer: "... Let's wish his theater to explode as soon as possible."
After another moment, he was slightly startled.
"..." Vodka looked at the phone that had been hung up in disbelief: Wait, does this mean everything is over?
...What about Uzo’s subordinates picking up subordinates randomly?
...What about the kid's thing that prevented me from seeing a doctor?
...Brother! Are you turning a blind eye because you are used to this kind of thing, or are you turning a blind eye because you find it troublesome?!
"Why. Why did things turn out like this?" Vodka was in a daze for a moment and couldn't help but start to doubt himself, "Is it because I complained too much that my eldest brother has antibodies?"
This can't go on like this! We have to find a way...
After thinking for two minutes, Vodka wiped his face with grief and anger: "Forget it, I'd better settle the doctor's matter first."
"As for Uzo's matter..." Vodka took a deep breath, "just take it one step at a time, there is always a way, there is always a way!"
…
When Vodka's heart fluctuated violently.
the other side.
After Kogoro Mouri finished handling the commission, he happened to pass by the hospital again.
He turned to look at the building and sighed: "We're here now, why don't we go see Xiaohui again."
Conan nodded. He thought of the poor stay-at-home wife and couldn't help but frown.
——The place where Mouri Kogoro made the commission just now happened to be near Sakihara Megumi’s house.
Idle time is idle, so while Moori Kogoro was busy investigating Mistress, Conan followed his intuition and found some new information nearby.
