"I was an outlaw who killed people without batting an eyelid, and now I'm like this, even if I want to beat anyone, I'm afraid." The more Vodka thought about it, the more he felt in his heart, "What did the damn Uzo do to me?
.”
Don't panic when you feel sad. Thinking about other things will make you feel even sadder.
"I don't know if I will encounter trouble again tomorrow." Vodka sighed and complained to Ireland, "I should have chosen a safe house near the hospital instead of running to this ghost place like you said.
"
Ireland snorted coldly: "Idiot, there are not many rental houses near the hospital. That guy can find your location with just a little search - if you want to spend the day under his watch, you can go back at any time.
, I will never stop you."
"..." Vodka thought of Uzo and his group of vicious subordinates:...Forget it, forget it.
Next to him, Ireland looked down at him.
——Ireland is happy to see this lackey of gin being defeated, but compared with others, vodka is not interesting to pinch.
Moreover, he came to Vodka not just to waste time on "going to the hospital", so in the end, Ireland finally revealed his plan: "Since I will be blocked by him when I drive, it is better to do the opposite.
In other words, I did something that the organization cadres would not do - take the bus to the hospital."
"Bus? Are you crazy... huh?"
Vodka thought it was ridiculous at first, but after thinking about it carefully... he felt that this plan was very clever.
Compared with cars, buses have wider windows, and you can try to jump out of the bus at any time if the situation is bad. In addition, there are so many people in a bus, and even if there is another death, there will be a whole bus full of relevant witnesses - then
If everyone shares the suspicion, the blame will not easily fall on him and Ireland. They can even use fear to sneak away before the police arrive at the scene.
Vodka: "..." It seems like this guy from Ireland is of some use?
He opened the map thoughtfully and began to study the best routes for various buses.
…
the next day.
The weather is beautiful, but the atmosphere in the Maori Detective Agency seems a bit tense.
Mao Lilan looked at the newspaper in his hand and muttered: "Yuta, the prisoner who was imprisoned for murder last month, escaped from prison three days ago and has not been arrested yet - Yutada is meticulous in his actions and has a cruel style. If he is discovered, he will
Please contact the police immediately..."
The more Mao Lilan thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She stared at the familiar ID photo in the newspaper: "Isn't this the scumbag who killed his wife and cheated on her bail, and then was found out by his father, and ended up in jail?!"
Mouri Kogoro scratched the back of his neck, a little confused: "Really? I've been drinking too much lately and often forget things - I caught this person?"
Next to him, Conan's hand while flipping through the mystery novel froze slightly. After a moment, he hid the anesthesia watch and voice changer tie in his sleeves, cleared his throat and changed the topic: "Sister Xiaolan, you look very anxious.
,What else is there on the news?”
Mao Lilan shook his head: "That's all. But I'm worried that Yuda will come to retaliate. Have you forgotten that when this man was taken away by the police, he once glared at his father fiercely and said that he would 'repay' him well."
"
Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro slumped back on his chair in boredom: "That's it? I heard this kind of thing 800 times when I was a detective, and 8,000 times when I was a policeman. Those guys are just unwilling.
Just say some harsh words casually, why bother with them?"
He scratched his nose and didn't care: "Besides, it's rare to escape from prison. Normal people must have left Mihua a long time ago, or even left Tokyo, and fled abroad. Who would have nothing to do just to say that?
You will ruin the rest of your life."
Mao Lilan: "..." It seems to make sense?
She was convinced and breathed a sigh of relief: "It would be great if that were the case."
…
the other side.
Jiang Xia went to the gift shop and bought wrapping paper with a colorful Q-version of ice cream printed on it.
On the way back, he saw the news playing in the street window. He remembered something, turned around and asked Noah: "Have you changed all the photos I asked you to change before?"
Noah patted his chest with his short transparent hands: "It's changed, don't worry about me doing the work! The photo on the bounty has been changed from Uncle Maori to a member who is eighty-nine times similar to Ireland."
Seeing that its owner seemed quite interested in this matter, it took the initiative to add more details: "According to my observation, after the FBI agent came to Tokyo, he had a love affair with a local lady and they exchanged words.
We had many sweet chats on LINE, and the photo I replaced was a selfie that the agent proactively sent to the lady.
"Then the lady posted the photo in her wife's social circle. As we all know, once the photo is circulated, it will become everywhere, and the gentleman who posted the reward was temporarily searching for Maori on the Internet.
Kogoro's photo - the online photo and the online photo were mistakenly mixed up, which is very reasonable."
"Not bad." Jiang Xia patted the AI ghost's head encouragingly, and then he continued walking to the detective office, but just halfway there, a car suddenly stopped next to him on the street.
Jiang Xia turned around and saw a familiar car logo through the guardrail, and in the car was his even more familiar boss.
Toru Amuro poked his head out of the car window and waved to him: "By the way, are you free tonight or tomorrow? - If you have time for a meal, there is someone here who I want you to meet.
"
Jiang Xia was a little surprised. He didn't expect his boss to be so sensible today. He decisively agreed: "Okay."
Seeing that he didn't ask further, Toru Amuro was a little confused. He raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you curious about who I am talking about?"
Jiang Xia: "..." That's still a bit curious, but I want to experience the joy of opening the blind box.
Seeing that he didn't speak, he didn't ask any questions. The clever undercover thought for a moment and understood.
Toru Amuro: "..." That's right. In Jiang Xia's mind, this may be another mission from a black organization, and it is normal not to ask.
He sighed inwardly, and suddenly felt that his decision to "care more about his employees recently" was right.
Just as he was about to chat with Jiang Xia for a few more words, suddenly, several crisp "dong" and "dong" sounds came from the iron stairs of the overpass next to him.
"?" Amuro Toru's heart suddenly thumped several times.
For two seconds, he wanted to kick the accelerator and jump out of the street...but his reason made him finally just take a deep breath, raise his head and look towards the source of the sound.
I saw that those scattered knocking sounds were made by a pair of high heels, and the person wearing high heels was a tall, strange woman.
