Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3811, 3825: [Gin's Heroic Act]

Taking advantage of the absence of the two intimidating men in black, President Teraizumi asked Jiang Xia, "So, have you got any leads? The one who sent me the threatening letter, wasn't it...?"

He pointed upstairs, his gesture carrying a strong implication.

However, Jiang Xia shook his head: "Not really. President Teraizumi, I know your concerns, they do look a bit fierce. But appearances can be deceiving, those two gentlemen are actually good people."

President Teraizumi was taken aback: "Are you sure?"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Mr. Yamada goes without saying. Although I don't know much about Mr. Kurosawa who is with him, he once bravely took away a prisoner's gun when we met by chance on the train."

Rena Mizunashi choked on her tea, covering her mouth and coughing softly.

Acts of bravery and righteousness?

Gin?
She never imagined in her life that language could be arranged and combined in such a way!

However, after coughing and thinking about it, he seemed to understand: although he didn't see the scene, the so-called "heroic act of seizing the pistol" was probably just Gin not wanting anyone other than himself to possess such a powerful firearm, so he intervened to control the situation.

On the other side of Jiangxia, Conan's expression was also somewhat distorted: What kind of heroic act was this? Gin just saw a pistol slide past the doorway and instinctively stepped on it. These organization members, they're all masters at pretending to be good people!
Across the table, President Teraizumi, persuaded by Jiang Xia, muttered, "If it wasn't them, who could have sent the letter..."

The mystery has become unknown again, but this time, President Teraizumi is not so uneasy: he actually has a few suspects, but the threat posed by those defeated opponents is far less than that posed by the two men in black.

Although the sender wasn't directly identified, eliminating two terrible individuals was still a welcome step forward.

President Teraizumi relaxed again. After finishing his meal, he invited, "Since you're here, why don't you take my Dino for a ride?"

"A ride with Dino?" Conan excitedly jumped up, but then, remembering that Gin and Vodka were still looming over the hotel like two heavy shadows, he sighed and sat back down.

He bumped the table, causing the wine glasses in the corner to rattle and spill onto the receptionist's trouser leg. The receptionist, who was standing nearby, quickly steadied the glasses.

President Teraizumi caught a glimpse of this scene and was about to scold him for placing the wine glasses too far to one side when suddenly another waiter rushed over: "President, something terrible has happened! There are several people causing trouble at the antique car showroom!"

"What?!" President Teraizumi slammed his fist on the table and stood up. The cars on display in the antique car showroom were all treasures he had painstakingly acquired, sacrificing his conscience in the process. Who would dare cause trouble there?!

He immediately said to the waiter, "Stop him quickly, I'm coming right now!"

……

Dinner ended in this sudden disturbance.

Of course, the guests who loved to join in the fun didn't go back to their rooms. Sonoko Suzuki dragged Ran Mouri to the exhibition hall to quickly catch a glimpse of the gossip.

Jiang Xia followed. As they walked through the corridor, before they even reached the exhibition hall, an angry voice rang out from inside: "Don't stop me, I'm going to smash this car!"

The middle-aged manager frantically tried to stop him: "Mr. Otake, calm down, don't be impulsive!"

As Jiang Xia walked into the exhibition hall, he saw two people standing haphazardly next to the blue Cadillac Ideal Country.

—A slightly overweight man was raising a wrench, about to smash the Cadillac, when the middle-aged manager behind him grabbed him and pulled him back to stop him from smashing the car.

Seeing the chaos, Ran Mouri kindly ran over and grabbed the wrench, asking in confusion, "What happened?"

"None of your business!" Ichiro Otake struggled to snatch the wrench back. "I'm going to smash this car to pieces!"

The middle-aged manager sighed: "Isn't this your favorite sports car? After so many years of affection, why are you doing this?"

Ichiro Otake was so angry his hair almost stood on end: "How dare you say that! -- If it weren't for your bastard president setting a trap, my car wouldn't be displayed in a place like this for people to see!"

President Teraizumi walked over and first inspected the sports car.

Seeing that the vehicle was unharmed, he sighed and clicked his tongue in dismay: "President Otake, you're really repaying kindness with enmity—I kindly lent you the money to help you get by, but you're useless and failed to run the company. This sports car is collateral for the loan, you can't just not pay it back and take the car back, can you?"

Otake Ichiro gritted his teeth: "A scoundrel like you who twists the truth will never understand how I feel right now—you just wait, not only this car, but your entire showroom, I'm going to smash it to pieces!"

Seeing this, President Teraizumi gave up on the act: "If you have that kind of ability, then go ahead and give it a try."

He snorted and walked to the nearby book corner, pretending to read a book.

……

A large group of people blocked the way, so there was no way to smash the car.

Ichiro Otake sat slumped to the side, staring at the bright sapphire blue before him, his face contorted with pain.
"This Cadillac Ideal is a car I've loved since I was a child. To realize my dream of owning it, I worked day and night for decades, finally transforming from an ordinary nobody into the president of a travel agency, and managed to buy this car by all means."

Ran Mouri looked at the wrench in her hand, unsure whether to return it to him: "Since it's such an important car, why did you want to smash it?"

Otake Ichiro gritted his teeth: "Because of Teraizumi's design, this car is about to fall into his hands and become his property—rather than let me watch it become someone else's plaything, I'd rather destroy it in my own hands!"

Vodka, who was secretly watching from inside the room after checking the lobby surveillance footage, thought: "..."

How could someone resort to such a dark trope as "destroying things that aren't theirs" when it comes to a car? ...No wonder Uzo chose this actor; even a random beer-bellied company president thinks very differently from the average person.

Inside the exhibition hall, Conan asked curiously, "President Teraizumi designed you? Can you tell me the details?"

A glint of hatred flashed in Otake Ichiro's eyes. He stood up and pointed at the president of the company, Teraizumi, who was reading a book nonchalantly beside him: "Instead of asking me, you should ask him! That bastard didn't lend me the money for the interest; he's been eyeing my precious sports car for a long time!"

“That’s right.” Another voice came from the corridor, and two people walked over together.

One of the men in a suit smiled wryly and said, "I understand President Otake's feelings very well. I've been through the same thing as him."