12dz Chapter 220 MVP of the Match, Gin
Chapter 220 MVP of the Match, Gin
Conan was hit hard... his vision blurred.
But we've already seen this person imprisoned... or killed.
She messed with the wrong person.
Shengege...angel, will never give up on such a promising talent.
To them, this woman was utterly despicable scum...
Beep beep...
The phone rang, and the woman frantically opened her phone, only to find it was another unfamiliar number.
"It's too late, it's too late..." Manager Goto closed his phone and muttered to himself, "Now all I need to do is get rid of you, and no one will know it was me... After all, those lung foggers at the Metropolitan Police Department won't be able to find me, and I can continue to enjoy my peaceful life..."
"Hehe..." Conan chuckled strangely after hearing this.
He's a professional detective trained by Shen Er, and he doesn't usually laugh... unless he can't help it.
If he were the murderer in this case, he would turn himself in immediately.
At least in prison, one will feel safer.
Instead of fantasizing about a peaceful life ahead...
"Huh?!" Upon hearing Conan's strange laughter, Manager Goto glared at him and then looked around.
This is an abandoned warehouse...no one comes here for years.
No one will come to the rescue immediately after the fire is set; the only goal is to burn this brat to death here...
He took out gasoline from the corner and poured it on the ground... Then he picked up a lighter, lit his handkerchief, and threw it over.
Swah...
The flames spread instantly...
Conan struggled a few times, but still failed.
He just stared at her with his large, deathly eyes.
'Gah...'
Another crow broke through the glass and landed on Conan's head, staring intently at him.
Store manager Goto swallowed hard... and prepared to leave.
She felt uneasy... she had a feeling that there was something wrong with the kid's eyes.
Looking back, I saw a crow perched on the other person's head, its blood-red eyes fixed on me.
"Death... Death God!" Shopkeeper Goto was startled and hurriedly opened the door, running outside.
In Japan...the Grim Reaper is always surrounded by crows...
However, once the door was opened, a dark shadow blocked out the light.
She looked up blankly, meeting a pair of cold, dark green eyes.
His tall stature gave her a great sense of intimidation.
'Bang.'
Amidst the smoke and gunfire... Store Manager Goto stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he collapsed to the ground.
......
"Cough, cough..." Conan couldn't help but cough.
The spreading flames and smoke made it hard for him to breathe, and then there was that woman's blow...
Is he going to die?
Although the culprit was discovered this time, the lack of foresight in failing to anticipate the presence of crows nearby led to the failure.
“Shen'ergege....angel..."
Through his blurry vision, Conan couldn't help but murmur.
"What would you do if you were in that situation?"
He felt powerless... no matter how hard he tried to breathe, he couldn't feel a single drop of oxygen...
The organization will not give up on itself... but time is simply too short.
He might not make it... Shen'ergege is coming...
........
"Achoo..." Fuheshel sneezed while shopping at the mall...
"Shen'er...do you have a cold?" Xiaolan asked worriedly, taking a tissue from her skirt and handing it to Shen'er.
Fuheishen wiped his nose with a tissue, shook his head, and said, "I won't catch a cold..."
After saying that, he frowned slightly.
Generally speaking, he doesn't catch a cold or sneeze.
"Then why are you sneezing..." Xiaolan stared at Shen'er with her half-moon eyes, "Is someone thinking about you...?"
Sonoko said... when you miss someone terribly, that person will sneeze.
Who could it be...?
Could it be that beautiful woman I saw last time? (Vermouth)
“No, at least not…” Fuheshen said truthfully.
Who would be so bored as to think about him... Oh, Sherry is one, but I'll be going back in a bit.
Gin, needless to say... is definitely not included.
Could it be Conan?
No way, that's hilarious.
"By the way... Lan, do you dislike me...?" Fuheishen suddenly looked at Lan.
"You don't mind... what's wrong?" Xiaolan blinked and stared straight at Shen'er.
"That's good..." Fuheshen put the crumpled tissue into Lan's pocket. "Let's go... I'll buy you shoes."
"..." Xiaolan's lips drooped slightly, and her gaze became resentful.
Shen Erge is really something...
..........
'Is the story of the great detective... going to end here...?' Conan was already delirious...
I even had a hallucination... Behind the flames, there stood a... person with silver-white hair, exquisitely beautiful like an angel.
Angel..
Has someone come to pick me up?
The other person ignored the flames...ignored the burning black coat, and walked in.
Sure enough, she's an angel.
Unexpectedly, before I died... I didn't think of Lanne-chan... nor Shenge-ge, nor my parents... but of Angel.
Conan closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
........
On the black muscle car...
"Why...why did you do this?" Fuheshen's voice was cold.
I just finished my date with Xiaolan... After lingering for a while, I'm getting ready to go home.
I just happened to witness the iconic scene where Gin saves Conan...
He must have made a mistake somewhere. Why would Gin rush into the fire to save Conan?!
“Yeah… Brother, why… why did you do this?” Vodka couldn’t help but ask, his gaze turning back to Gin.
That kind of flame... if it weren't for Professor Agasa's high-tech shoes, my brother might have died inside it.
Why, for that inherently evil brat? Is it worth it?
Gin didn't answer, silently sitting in the back seat...
His eyes were slightly unfocused...
If you ask why... he doesn't know either.
With a sudden screech of brakes, a photograph slipped out of the bag.
The purse was taken from the body of the recently deceased store manager, Goto...
The photo appears to be a group photo...
Gin glanced at her silently, and the woman's face, which he had been somewhat unable to recall, became clear again.
The woman in the photo has a playful smile on her lips, as if she's making a joke...
Those eyes were also very bright... very bright...
Hiss... The sound of a lighter striking a flint rang out, and Gin lit a cigarette.
He threw the photo into the ashtray...
Conan, fast asleep, took a deep drag of secondhand smoke. His swollen eyes snapped open, his vision blurry but not dark.
Seemingly noticing that Conan had been choked awake, Gin frowned slightly and stubbed out his unfinished cigarette in the ashtray.