Haibara was worried about seeing Kawasun hanging up the phone.

"With Edogawa's personality, I will definitely go to Pisco by myself." Kudo Shinichi was not yet confused about the organization and did not know what kind of behemoth the organization was. Whenever he encountered something related to the organization, he would get up and couldn't stop him.

If this continues, it will be exposed sooner or later. At that time, not only himself, but his relatives and friends will be liquidated by the organization.

Why doesn't he understand?

"Don't worry about him. If nothing unexpected happens, we can just stay here." Conan has a protagonist

The guy with a halo protection, who can make the God of Death die?

Is it gin or the King of Hell?

"But why do we have to stay here?"

"I locked the door of the wine cellar and couldn't open it from the inside. The only exit in the wine cellar was the fireplace. When you found that you were not in the wine cellar, the Pisco you mentioned would definitely go to the rooftop to check if you slipped away from the fireplace."

With a click, Shangchuan Shun assembled the last part of the sniper rifle.

“That’s when the time comes, things will be very simple.”

Haibara looked at the top of the wine cellar, and the snow covered the ground, like a piece of pure land without any trace of humanity.

The black Porsche came from afar, and Vodka looked at the tracking signal they were gradually approaching on the computer, "Brother, that's it."

"Hmph, Pisco is really old. Not only has the murder not been completed, but he is also entangled by the police." Looking at the old Kamato Pavilion in front of him, Ginju smiled bitterly, "Since that's the case, let him live a little longer first. Let's deal with the woman who betrayed the organization first."

......

"Shinichi, do you have any clues?" Dr. Agasa was worried.

As he gets older, he naturally has more things to see. Being able to develop this kind of drug that makes the body smaller is enough to imagine what kind of giant that black-clothed tissue is. It is too difficult for Shinichi to find clues to that organization with his own strength, just like an ant trying to overthrow a city wall.

But he knew Shinichi's personality clearly, the information about the drug and the clues about the increase in his body were right in front of him, and he couldn't persuade him, nor could he persuade him.

Conan held the handkerchief with the memorial service, and said firmly: "I have asked Officer Megu to leave the seven suspects who received this colored handkerchief. What I have to do now is to find Pisco from those seven people!"

"At that time, just tell Officer Megu who the murderer is and the police arrest him, you can get relevant information about the organization from him!"

"But..." Dr. Agasa wanted to speak but stopped.

Such a strict organization, how can we obtain information after being arrested?

Seeing Conan pondering, Dr. Agasa opened the computer to browse the news of memorial service on the web, hoping to provide him with some help.

"Shinichi, look at this!" Dr. Agasa put the computer in front of Conan, "This is a photo taken by a reporter in the venue, look at the back!"

In the corner of the photo, a white-haired old man faced the ceiling, as if holding something.

Lightning flashed through his mind, and Conan quickly picked up the fragments of the art lamp ring he picked up from the ground, and under the cover of the handkerchief, it emitted a faint light in a fluorescent color.

"I understand! He's Pisco!"

Conan was about to call Officer Megumi when he was suddenly called by Dr. Agasa.

"Shinichi, look there!"

Not far from the roadside, a black Porsche parked on the roadside and got off the car in a black trench coat with gin and vodka.

Conan looked furious, where are they going!

Before he could call Officer Megumi, Conan quickly jumped out of the car and followed them quietly.

Open the door of the underground wine cellar, gin and vodka walked into it. After checking twice, there was nothing in the wine cellar except for the computer on the table.

"Brother, no one."

Gin picked up the computer on the table, and the signal came out of the computer.

He looked around, then looked at the fireplace and smiled, "It seems that we are not here, let's go."

Conan hid around the corner from afar and pulled them in. He was about to sneak up to the door and listen to their plans. But he heard footsteps coming from there. He quickly clinged to the wall to slow down his breathing and heartbeat to avoid being discovered by them.

But I saw footsteps gradually approaching and heading up to the stairs next to me.

The footsteps gradually moved away, and Conan then took the courage to enter the wine cellar they had just visited.

In the wine cellar, the computer was still placed in place. Seeing the computer, Conan seemed to see the light of hope.

If this is the computer of that organization, then does he have the hope of obtaining information from the computer or research materials on that drug from the computer?

A feeling of joy surged in his heart. He quietly approached the table, looking at the password prompts on it, he thought about the answer to the question.

"Here you come!"

Listening to the contents of the monitor in the headphones, Kamikawa Shin was holding a sniper rifle and focused on it.

In the distance, Gin pushed open the door of the rooftop, and the entrance was snow-white, the snow was spotless, and there was no trace of anyone stepping on it.

He was about to frown when a strong sense of crisis suddenly came. Before he could look back, he quickly dodged in, and a bullet emitting cold light rubbed his arm and shot into the ground.

The sky began to snow, and bright red blood flowers splattered to the ground, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Covering his injured arm, he looked solemn. The murderous aura was released without reservation, causing the voice of vodka hiding beside him to tremble.

"Big...Big Brother...is it okay..."

The bullets flying from afar were too unexpected. Vodka was a little lucky. Fortunately, the elder brother walked out first, otherwise he would not be able to avoid this sudden sniper.

"Hide."

It’s a pity that Shangkawa Shun didn’t play Gin. Should he say it’s worthy of Gin? Such a crisis sensing ability is really strong, and the nerve reflex speed is really one in a million!

He aimed at the heart, but only rubbed his arm, from the time he pulled the trigger to the bullet landing, the process took less than a second, but Gin did not escape!

If you miss one blow, it is almost impossible to hit the second bullet.

Although he felt it was a pity, Kamikawa's expression did not change much. After adjusting his position, he continued to aim calmly.

Gin leaned against the wall. He knew where the bullet was shot, but he could not see the opponent's movements without showing his head at this position.

But once it emerged, there was only one result!

The temperature around was getting colder, making vodka shudder.

He began to think about the day carefully. From picking up the hair from the car, and then to the locator, these links were like a trap that led him into the trap.

Even Pisco was involved, and what he said was to catch Shirley was a total scam.

And the opponent's killer move is the sniper hidden in the distance!

A figure wearing a knitted hat appeared in his mind, his voice as cold as ice.
Chapter completed!