Chapter 259: Liquor in the Winery
As Gin approached the Phantom Thief, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.
He immediately reached out and covered his shoulders. His first reaction was to look at Joker, who was covering his chest and swaying as if he was exhausted.
Looking at the reenactment of this famous scene, Tang Ze raised his head.
Under the black cloth covering his face, Gin could not see the expression on the upper half of his face, but could see his malicious smile.
No, it’s a scam!
Gin immediately stopped moving forward and glanced warily at the open rooftop door behind him.
With one successful blow, Conan immediately dodged to avoid being exposed to Gin's sight.
Now as long as Gin doesn't see him and the other party can't estimate the enemy's situation, they won't act rashly.
He raised his tie and had no time to adjust the sound collector, and then shouted in Kudo Shinichi's voice: "I succeeded, enter the chimney, escape into the chimney quickly!"
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Tang Ze looked in the direction of the rooftop door and felt happy.
He felt that the scene was actually quite serious, and he seemed not to ruin the atmosphere too much, but it still felt a bit fun.
Not only the joy of seeing the famous scene recreated, but also the joy of witnessing it with my own eyes.
A primary school student suppressed two big men with guns with one hand and anesthesia watch...
That's Conan. Most people really can't create such a contrasting effect. It's him as expected.
After having fun, in the spirit of a complete drama, Tangze stumbled and grabbed the open chimney mouth, making a pretentious movement to crawl inside.
His movement indeed attracted the attention of Gin and Vodka who were restrained. Vodka raised his gun and pulled the trigger in his direction.
Tangze narrowed his eyes. Out of a plastic friendship with his colleagues, he did not fire the P of the object-sucking weapon. Instead, he directly opened the gun and turned it on the object. He silently caught the shot with his shoulder.
The bullet hit his shoulder and failed silently.
"Ah!" Vodka, who fired the gun instead, raised his hand to cover his shoulder and looked at the gun in his hand in shock.
Different from the original work where the mask can only be used in a different world, this world actually has a somewhat nondescript P3 world view. This is also the basis for Karasawa to be able to henshin in reality.
But after all, it is only a half-baked fusion world. Tangze cannot really summon P directly like a substitute messenger. The only thing that can work is various passive skills that act on himself.
Therefore, in reality, a purely illogical game mechanism such as Mono-Reversal would not mean that as soon as Karasawa turned on his passive, the person who shot him was shot eight times in the back and died of suicide.
The effect is more akin to a phantom pain, like being hit by a powerful, heavy rubber bullet.
It may not break, but it does hurt.
As for where this research conclusion comes from...
It can only be said that the group leader who was arguing with the group members to remove the mask was a scumbag. The members of the group are equally divided.
"The alloy on his body is not a decoration." It could be said to be a misunderstanding, or it could be said to point to the essence. Gin stopped Vodka from raising his gun again.
And Tangze, who slowly climbed into the chimney, finally felt the gentle vibration he had been waiting for for a long time from the mobile phone attached to his chest.
It worked, his greedy plan.
After going round and round, he finally got the last bit of Kenzo Masyama's money, and he made full use of the remaining value.
So, Tangze put on a smile of success, pretended to be helpless, and finally fell headlong into the chimney.
This wave, this wave is called, the winery is losing money!
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Belmod once again looked away from the window and looked at Goro Akechi, who was holding Shigehiko's crutch.
He was raising the cane in front of him, looking at the golden cane head over and over. His black gloves were rubbing the golden snake head with a thoughtful look on his face.
Aware of her gaze, Goro Akechi quickly turned his sharp eyes around.
Belmode leaned against the window with a lazy and carefree posture, and showed him a smile.
The orange-red afterglow paints the glass windows in a strong color. The rows of high-rise buildings in Tokyo are cut by the windows, and the curly clouds add smear-like brushstrokes to them, as if they are a piece of paper. Freehand oil painting. The light of the setting sun passed through her long pale golden hair, and she leaned against the dusk. The light cut out a negative outline and blurred her face, making her look enigmatic.
Goro Akechi looked at her quietly.
"You seem to have discovered something." She said softly in a hoarse low voice with a slight accent, "Is the detective game fun?"
Xingchuan Hearing this, Hui curled his eyes and showed a very "Akechi Goro" smile.
Although Karasawa's portrayal of wisdom is far from his true nature, this undercurrent of atmosphere allows him to perform much better than a social scene filled with family and friends.
“Very interesting indeed, Ms. Wynyard.”
He does have some awareness of who he is.
Understanding this meaning from Goro Akechi's expression, Belmod laughed and stretched out his hand to spread the long hair that fell on his shoulders.
"Now that the matter here is over, I will leave first."
It seems that I have passed the test...
Xingchuan Hui shook his hand gently Fist, slightly sweaty palms and leather gloves stick together, which is not very comfortable.
This is the real reason why he changed his appearance again...
Tangze is not very sure whether a cross-dresser who is proficient in disguise can see through other people's disguises.
Kang Ze, who has always been cautious, chose to cut his number.
After all, Hoshikawa Teru is the real Hayato Swallowing himself. No matter how long Bellmode observes, it is impossible to find traces of disguise.
Sure enough, their conclusion was correct. This whole seemingly grand assassination scene was done casually by both the target and the murderer.
The real targets are "Kumel" and "Joker".
The organization is testing their abilities in various ways. Even Kumail, whose identity and background is flawless, will be isolated from the real core affairs of the organization before repeated confirmation.
Looking at her graceful back, Xingchuan Hui touched his chest and felt the vibration from the phone's motor under his palm.
That’s it, it’s almost time, it’s time for him to go to the appointed place.
"Old sir." He let go of his hand that had been holding the crutch tightly. Xingchuan Hui took the initiative to reach out and lift him up, his face covered with sweat. He stared blankly at Masama Ken who was thinking about something in front of him. Three, "Your crutches. Are you feeling better now? Can you stand up?"
Disturbed by his voice, Kensan Masama finally came to his senses. When he lowered his head, he saw the golden snake head, which turned towards him.
The finely carved snake letter was wrapped around the snake's snout. The red eyes inlaid with red gems gave him the illusion of being forced to look at it, which made him tremble.
"...Thank you, young man." He forced a smile, quickly took the crutch back into his hand, and held it tightly.
Although he didn’t know why, the organization ordered him to carry this stick with him at all times... At this moment, only this heavy feel could stabilize his mind a little.
He is the veteran of the organization. He has struggled in the organization for so many years...
Such an important token is still in his hand, and Shirley, who was discovered by him, is also sleeping in the old warehouse he prepared...
He is so important to the organization, nothing will happen to him, nothing will happen Because of a mere warning letter, something happened...
Continuously comforting himself in this way, he stood up straight with the help of crutches and forced an unattractive smile. Fortunately, his face was now full of smiles. He was sweating, his face was pale, and he couldn't hide the embarrassed old look on his face, which made this smile not look too abrupt.
"In that case, I will leave first."
He left with his shoulders slumped, still remembering his trembling gait, and he was already worried in his heart.
You have to be faster, even faster, even if you take Shirley as a hostage, you have to control it first.
Otherwise, once the fact that he received the notice letter is exposed...
He fell asleep and died at the speed of life
(End of this chapter)