Gin and vodka kept pace with each other, moving from both sides of the cabinet to the depths of the storage room.
The two people's field of vision complemented each other, like a careless catching net, firmly covering the entire room, and even the top of the cabinet was fully included in their field of vision.
Conan estimated the height of the top of the cabinet, and recalled the heights of gin and vodka. Desperation surged in his heart. He realized that "while the two were posing on both sides of the cabinet, climb over the top of the cabinet and escape to heaven."
The plan may be aborted.
The only good thing is that Conan realized something was wrong as soon as Gin told him about the abnormality of the disc and tiptoed to the deepest part of the room.
But this only bought him a little time - there are only a few rows of lockers here. It won't be long before the two terrifying men in black will search all the way and find his enemy.
"What to do..." Conan seemed to hear the sound of his brain drying up. He clenched his fists, "We can't just sit back and wait for death. We must find a way."
As his thoughts were turning, suddenly, the tomboy's eyes fell on the locker next to him.
"!"
Like a small light bulb flashing in his mind, Conan thought of a clever idea.
——Since the way out is blocked, why not hide in the locker!
The lockers here are very small, with a total of 5 floors, each less than half a meter square.
"There is no way an adult can hide in such a small place." Conan got into a nearby locker and closed the door gently:
"Even Gin and Vodka probably wouldn't have imagined that the person planning to deal with them was just a 'child'.
"After arriving at this row and seeing no one here, their first reaction must not be 'the target is hiding in the locker', but 'their guess is wrong, the target has already escaped in advance'.
"Among the two people, it was obviously Gin who made the decision, but it was Vodka who came here first. In other words, after finding that there was no one in this row, Gin should have doubted that when Vodka came,
A moment of negligence let the target go'."
When Conan was thinking about it.
The two footsteps were getting closer and closer. Finally, with a sudden movement, gin and vodka arrived in front of the last row of cabinets at the same time.
Looking at the empty storage room, Gin frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Why is there no one?" Vodka was slightly startled, and instinctively looked at Gin, "Brother, look at this..."
Gin thought for a moment: "When you entered the house, did you look behind the door?"
Vodka recalled it and nodded quickly: "I was afraid that someone would hide behind the door and attack me, so when I came in, I pushed the door flat until it pressed against the wall, and then I walked in - I didn't feel at ease after entering.
I took a look behind the door, and there really wasn't anything strange about it."
"..." Gin looked at this subordinate who was no longer stupid and sorted out the situation in his mind unaccustomedly: In this case, it is impossible for the target to hide behind the door in advance and wait for Vodka to come in before sneaking out.
In other words, the person who set many traps for vodka is probably still hiding in this storage room.
But they searched row after row from the door, but saw no one. There was obviously no place to hide here...
Hmm? A hiding place?
Suddenly, Gin thought of something and turned to look at the lockers nearby.
Vodka immediately noticed his elder brother's movements and looked over. Looking at the row of square iron cabinets, he was a little confused at first, and then he suddenly felt as if his tail had been stepped on: "Can you...
…”
Do you suspect there is someone in the closet?!
This thought flashed through Vodka's mind, and countless details surged through Vodka's mind, gradually pieced together into a terrible possibility.
What kind of person can hide in such a small locker?
What kind of person would use both tape and a transmitter like he did just now, deliberately trying to dig a hole for him?
The two characteristics were pieced together, and where they intersected, a young black figure with a sinister smile quietly emerged.
Vodka: "..." Could it be that evil seedling under Uzo?!
Just as he was screaming in his heart, Gin reached out and opened the top cabinet door.
There was a soft creaking sound, and Conan, who fell down on the bottom floor, realized what was happening outside. He instinctively held his breath and his heart beat violently.
——Gin is actually opening the cupboard!
"Is this guy crazy? No matter how you look at it, you can't hide someone in such a small cabinet!" Conan's heart rate soared to a terrifying level, and for the first time he felt that death was so close to him.
But now, all he can do is stay still and try not to make any sound, otherwise it will only accelerate the arrival of death.
In the silence, another cabinet was opened.
Followed by another one directly below.
Click, click sounds kept sounding, the rhythm was steady and depressing.
After several times, finally, with a soft sound that made people's hearts stop, Conan, who was huddled in the cabinet, saw a ray of light shining through the crack in the door.
However, it has nothing to do with the so-called dawn - it is completely a light of death that symbolizes the end of life.
"It's over..."
There was a buzz in Conan's mind. A few months ago, "Kudo Shinichi" died at the hands of the black organization. But now, is "Edogawa Conan" going to make the same mistake again?
He stared at the cabinet door that was gradually opening. Whether it was due to lack of oxygen or panic, his mind seemed to be blank, and he couldn't think of a countermeasure for the moment.
At this moment, he felt like there was something in front of him.
"?"
Conan lowered his head in confusion, and then he was shocked to find that a black cat with only four white claws had appeared in front of him.
The cat was sitting in the locker. When he saw the people outside, the tips of his ears moved slightly and his tail waggled politely.
Gin: "..."
He stared at the familiar cat and suddenly noticed something.
Looking slightly to the side, he saw next to the cat, a pattern vaguely reflected on the smooth bottom of the cabinet - it was the shape of a shoe.
…and it’s a children’s shoe with a very familiar color scheme.
——There is someone in the closet.
As for who that person is...
There is no need to guess too much, Gin already has the answer in his mind.
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he slowly grasped the gun in his hand.
However, at this moment, there was a buzzing sound, the phone vibrated, and a message came.
Gin: "..."
Although he hadn't seen the phone yet, for some reason, he had already guessed, like a prophet, who the email was from.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Gin did not lean down, but took out his phone first and took a look at the email.
As expected, the message came from Uzo.
There are a few lines of large characters written on it that show no acting skills: