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Chapter 423 -422- Conan: It's over, it's over!
Bai Chuanyou sighed in his heart, and followed Qin Jiu out.

Feeling the three people's footsteps going away one by one, Conan curled up in the small cabinet and gasped for breath.

The situation just now... was really shocking.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, that gin stopped Bai Chuanyou, allowing himself to escape without being exposed.

But speaking of it, that guy Bai Chuanyu is sensitive enough to think of finding someone in a small locker... Could it be that he has already suspected himself?
After all, he had dealt with himself several times, and his investigation intentions were only exposed to him last time.

Thinking of this, Conan's heart thumped again.

If this incident really disrupted the delicate balance between the two of them, it would be completely over for him.

Bai Chuanyu is a member of that organization and knows his identity, so he can dispose of himself at any time like disposing of garbage.

In an instant, Conan felt bad all over.

How to do?
Do you want to act first, take the initiative to drill out and continue to follow?
No, such a blind rampage may not be a feasible strategy.

Bai Chuanyou's anti-reconnaissance ability is astonishingly strong. Looking back on the past, I have never successfully tracked him once. It must be for nothing to take the initiative to go out and follow him with iron heads.

And going out now, maybe those three people are still lying in ambush outside, waiting for the people inside to take the initiative to show their flaws.

If I escape too quickly, I am afraid that I will fall into their hands.

The best plan should be to stand still here, wait for a while, and then find a chance to escape from here, and then seek the help of Police Officer Megure as Kudo Shinichi.

It should be like this.

But the problem is that he has no evidence to prove Bai Chuanyu's identity at all.

The situation just now was too dangerous, and his ability to think was so frightened that he almost disappeared, so he naturally didn't think of recording.

In addition, there is a more important point...

Conan kept thinking, breathing more and more heavily.

——I have been hiding in such a small space, I am afraid that there will be hypoxia in the near future, causing shock, and it will not last long at all.

You have to go out in time to get some fresh air.

Thinking of this, Conan gasped even more, gently holding the cabinet door with one hand, and fanning the wind beside his face with the other.

To go out or not to go out?
He was a little hesitant about this, fearing that there would be a door-to-door killing like a horror movie.

——For example, after opening the door, a smiling face was facing him, saying "Ah hello, kid Conan" to him... I'm afraid he can be sent away on the spot.

But he listened to the sound of footsteps just now, and the three of them should have gone out.

This made Conan shaken again.

His ears would not deceive him.

Even if there was an ambush outside, at least there would be no one in this room.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't hold back anymore.

With his face flushed, he took a few deep breaths, then forced himself to calm down, lowered his breath, and listened attentively.

In this way, I listened quietly in the cabinet for more than ten minutes at a stretch.

After making sure that there were really no more subtle noises outside, he made up his mind, pushed open the door hesitantly, moved his body with the smallest movement, poked his head out from the cabinet, and looked around.

In the field of vision, the surroundings are pitch black.

But Conan didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so he could only forcefully adapt to the darkness, observing carefully while holding his breath as much as possible.

After about a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the environment a little, and he saw clearly the empty aisle around him.

Conan then relaxed.

"Huh, huh..."

"It seems that the group of guys have left..."

While breathing in the fresh air, Conan talked to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

But at this moment, a grinning voice suddenly sounded.

"No, I haven't left yet—"

"?!"

Hearing this voice, Conan was taken aback, his whole body shivered unnaturally, and goosebumps instantly covered his exposed skin.

Isn't this familiar voice...?
In order to test the bad premonition in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his head.

as predicted.

I saw Bai Chuanyou playing with a jackknife in his hand, squatting cheerfully on the top of the cabinet overlooking him, like a bat lurking in the dark and hunting.

"Bai, Mr. Bai Chuan?!"

Conan pupil earthquake.

Shouldn't this guy be leaving?

He heard three footsteps leaving, and after listening for more than ten minutes to be cautious, there was still no sound of anyone returning.

"You, how did you..."

"Why am I still here?"

Bai Chuan looked down condescendingly at Conan, accepted his stammering words, and showed a playful smile.

In order to come back and guard Conan's resurrection point.

After he went out just now, he deliberately used the excuse that "going back to the stronghold together will attract the attention of interested people. We will stagger the return time and route" as an excuse to let the gin and vodka drive away, and then go back to the stronghold to wait for him.

As for his own words, he took the opportunity to return to the trading place enthusiastically, waiting for Conan to come out.

And in order to create an unexpected sense of horror, he even used the [disappear] ability to hide directly on the top of the cabinet.

No footsteps, as silent as a ghost.

This is [Disappear].

That's why Conan didn't hear the footsteps after listening for a long time, so he relaxed his vigilance.

Appreciating Conan's unprecedented frightened face, Bai Chuanyu grinned, held the jackknife between two fingers, and pointed at Conan briskly:

"Of course it's to come back and chat with your little tail - other cabinets are cold to the touch, only the door handle of the cabinet you're hiding in is warm."

"...and based on the familiar combination of chewing gum and listening devices, it is naturally easy to guess your identity."

While speaking, he jumped and landed steadily from the top of a cabinet that was more than one person tall, and landed in front of Conan.

The process was silent, as if there were feline pads on the feet.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis swept over Conan's body.

Finished!

It's all over!
He never dreamed that Bai Chuanyou would have discovered him from the very beginning.

The bug and chewing gum exposed his identity, and then he checked the cabinet, which seemed like a waste of time inconspicuously, but in fact he was verifying which cabinet he was hiding in.

This guy's reasoning ability is really terrifying...

Conan took a deep breath, with despair in his eyes.

He silently got out of the cabinet and looked up at Bai Chuanyu.

In such an environment where there is no one around to turn to for help, he doesn't think he has the slightest chance of winning in a one-on-one encounter with the black version of Bai Chuanyu.

Even if the anesthesia needle for the watch, the stretchable belt, the foot strengthening shoes and other auxiliary equipment... he can only lie down and die.

Conan knew Bai Chuanyu very well.

After all, this is a master who can single out a swordsman with a fruit knife, play a robber with a gun with his bare hands, and survive the collapsed rolling Ferris wheel without injury.

These little tricks of my own are not enough for the opponent to fight with one hand.

Not to mention, Bai Chuanyu also clearly understands all the operating principles of these devices.

The more Conan thought about it, the colder he became.

Opposite him.

Seeing the kid's face turning blue and then pale and not speaking, Bai Chuanyou shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile:

"I said Detective Kudo, why don't you show me how to change your face?"

"Well, I also came back from work on purpose, don't you have a complete sentence to say?"

"..."

Hearing this sparse and ordinary tone, Conan couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

To say why...

The other party was no different from usual, still in that kind of gentle and calm tone with a bit of casual laziness.

Casual, harmless to humans and animals.

This made Conan puzzled.

Obviously, he has already shown his identity, and he knows everything by himself.

Logically speaking, there is no need for Bai Chuanyu to pretend to be his true nature anymore, and the next step should be a scene of turning his face and killing people...

Why is it still like this, talking to myself as usual?

Conan, who usually has a keen thinking ability, rarely feels like he can't keep up with the rhythm at this time.

Looking at Bai Chuanyou, his expression was complicated.

After being silent for a while, seeing that Bai Chuanyu was only smiling, Conan asked tentatively:

"Mr. Bai Chuan, are you really a member of that organization?"

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(End of this chapter)