Chapter 142

After saying that, he ran towards the hotel like a mad dog.

"Shinichi..." Dr. Agasa turned around and looked at Conan's back from the driver's seat, and a feeling suddenly emerged in his heart. An ominous premonition that he would never see Shinichi again.

Conan hurried straight to the hotel with a clear purpose.

"Huh?" Conan looked around and didn't find Pisco, feeling a little strange.

"sorry.."

A shadow covered himself. After Conan heard it, he looked up and saw a blonde woman.

It was the vixen who hooked up with Gachen before, Chris Wynyard.

"Why are you here..." Belmode knelt down and stretched out his hand to pull Conan's arm tightly, "It's very... dangerous here. A murder just happened. I'll...I'll take you...to the police officer."

Conan glanced at the woman, dodged sideways and slipped past Belmode.

Belmod's face darkened as he watched Conan jump away.

He became even more certain in his heart that Conan was Kudo Shinichi.

She saw it all when Gin got out of the car just now.

Conan went crazy trying to chase Gin.

If he falls down, will he pay it back?

I'm afraid he didn't die on the spot.

Belmod really couldn't figure out how Conan could run away when facing Gin and Galliano.

Besides, there's an Autobot vodka.

joke!

Belmode walked into the toilet, then changed his appearance and followed him.

wine cellar.

"Brother, what's going on?" Vodka looked at the burning wine cellar in front of him and was stunned for a moment. "Did that guy from Pisco know the news and destroy the information in advance and escape?"

"Galliano should have executed Pisco." Gin glanced at the blazing fire and analyzed, "There were three burning corpses inside.

Vodka scratched his head, then took out his phone and took a look.

"It's true, brother." Vodka turned off his phone after scanning the message, "Galliano has indeed completed the task."

"Heh." Gin sneered, obviously pleased with his correct prediction.

"Brother, let's get out of the way first." Vodka said, "There are really a lot of police here.

Conan hid behind him, secretly listening to the news with his pupils narrowed.

Pisco died and was executed by Galliano... Group, 8_6#0;7&⑶8(0;4#武

Who is this Galliano?

"Retreat from the roof." Gin said coldly, with coldness in his pupils.

He has not seen any trace of Shirley yet, but judging from the clues, Shirley has indeed been here.

Because the organization's information has been tampered with.

And according to Galliano's information, he didn't find any information about Shirley.

Although Galliano's character would not do that kind of thing, Gin never doubted Galliano.

But think of the disappearance of the previous laboratory and today's incident.

It is very likely that Galliano protected Shirley.

Eliminate all impossibilities, and the remaining results, no matter how incredible, are still the truth.

Gin and Vodka headed for the roof.

Conan followed quietly behind...

I was thinking about how to solve the problem of gin and vodka.

First use the anesthesia needle to eliminate the gin, then take advantage of the terrain to run down and rely on the obstacles to eliminate the vodka.

Thinking about it carefully, this wave seems to be OK.

The opportunity to get bigger is here! ! !

After reaching the roof.

Conan raised his watch and aimed at Gin's arm.

biu..

An anesthetic needle drew a cool arc and shot into Gin's arm.

"Short needle?" Gin's dark green pupils shrank, and he quickly hid behind the bacon.

However, a sudden feeling of dizziness hit him. Without saying a word, Gin picked up the pistol and shot his arm.

"Brother!" Vodka raised his gun and fired two shots at the stairs before quickly looking for cover.

"Oh, there is someone else." Gin stared at the stairs coldly, "Chase."

"Inform Galliano." After finishing speaking, Gin chased after him.

Has Conan begun to seek death?

Jiachen looked down at his phone, his light red eyes flashing coldly.

It looks like he really wants to scare Conan well.

Otherwise, I would keep thinking about having a chance encounter with the black organization all day long.

Neither the death of Conan nor the destruction of the Black Organization will help him become stronger at all.

As the protagonist, Conan naturally has an aura.

If he can't escape, then Gachen will solve it himself.

After all... he was also a little curious about how much soul power Conan would have after his death.

At this time, Conan's heart was beating wildly and he ran towards the storage room.

What he never expected was that Gin would shoot himself!

This is a perversion!

And the speed of dodging is also very fast, reacting instantly...

····Asking for flowers···

From being full of confidence to now running away.

Conan knew that he had misjudged the opponent's strength.

After all, who would have thought that the other party would point a gun at him just to wake up?

Looking at the intersection ahead, Conan's eyes flashed with hope...

Click... click...

The sound of footsteps sounded, and Conan was startled.

Why was there someone else? He didn't dare to question whether the person behind the door was an organization member or a policeman.

"Who!" Vodka had already caught up with him, raising his gun and pointing it at the door.

"It's me." A hoarse, cold voice sounded outside the door.

"That's great, the other party hasn't run out yet." Vodka's voice sounded again.

However, it fell on Conan's ears like a devil's whisper.

The wine cellar was already on fire... there was no way he could hide inside.

I can only rely on the benefits of being smaller and hide in the locker.

The current road is completely blocked. If he is discovered, he will die.

The black organization will not let him go just because he is a child.

Conan half-crouched, curled up into a ball, and hid in a smaller cabinet.

I was extremely nervous and listened to the sounds outside.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger now, and sooner or later someone will discover it.

As long as you hide well, you will be able to survive until someone comes.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

What's the sound... Conan turned his head slightly, and when he saw a timer, his expression froze.

Why are there bombs? ! !

Could it be that the other party planned to blow up this place after executing Pisco? Swamp ㈧4*5]

The sound of ticking seconds is like the countdown of life.

Now there are wolves in front and tigers behind...