Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

How could such a gentle elder sister be a bad person?

But the facts were right before their eyes, forcing them to believe it.

Mitsuhiko caught the word "escape" in Yun Xianhe's words, and Officer Takagi looked obviously clueless when they asked him about it again.

It seems that this matter is more complicated and serious than they imagined.

Yuantai did not have much emotional fluctuations about the loss of a gentle older sister friend.

Or perhaps, children's emotions come and go quickly, and that bit of admiration and respect doesn't seem so attractive after being compared with someone like Yun Xianhe who is almost omnipotent.

In the end, it was Ayumi who spoke first:

"Have we made Brother Xianhe dislike us? Are we...very childish?"

No one answered her.

When no one is willing to coax them into playing the detective team game at home, the cruelty of reality slaps them in the face mercilessly.

Don't judge the whole by appearance, and don't judge by yourself.

However, it is still too early for these children who are only seven or eight years old.

Finally, the three little ones calmed down and regained their spirits.

Ayumi said firmly in a trembling voice after having just cried:

"Ayumi wants to go to the aquarium!"

"Hey?! Today?!"

"We have no money."

“…That’s true.”

The person who treated them yesterday scolded them mercilessly today.

"Well, why don't we go catch a rhinoceros beetle? I haven't had time to show the last one to Brother Xianhe."

"Hmm - not a bad idea."

"Then let's go home and get the tools!"

The original good guy is actually a bad guy or something... They don't want to think too much about this kind of thing.

As children, as long as they are happy, that's all that matters.

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"So, am I suspected of being an undercover agent?"

The abandoned warehouse at the port - it is located in a remote area, quiet and deserted, and sank into the sea after the killing.

The Black Organization's usual execution site.

Keel, who was handcuffed to a concrete pillar, looked at the people in the warehouse vigilantly. When his eyes swept over Bourbon, he paused for a moment and asked in disbelief:

"Hey, Gin, didn't you say Bourbon couldn't be trusted not long ago? Now you're holding me here in chains?"

This is quite disgusting to say.

But in a winery where relationships among colleagues are poor, it can get a lot of laughs.

Gin had no intention of explaining, and the corner of his mouth, holding the cigarette, couldn't help but rise.

As for Vermouth and Vodka on the side, they were laughing even more wildly.

Absinthe looked at Bourbon, whose face had darkened even more, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You are indeed a nice guy. If it weren't for the information about Curacao, you would have been the first one to be eliminated."

"Ah."

Bourbon's men sneered and showed no mercy.

After moving his shoulder to avoid Vermouth's hand, he raised his hand and turned on the searchlight at his side.

The glaring light made Kiel squint subconsciously.

Gin, who appeared with his back to the light, chuckled and said:

"It seems your name is on the undercover list sent by Curacao, Kiel."

"Curaçao?"

Recalling the inexplicable text message, Gil's expression remained unchanged, pretending to have suddenly realized something:

"No wonder she was away these few days. It turns out she was out gathering intelligence."

"It seems that you are very clear about her identity."

Hearing what Vermouth said, Gil chuckled, lowered his eyes and replied as a matter of course:

"After all, during the time you were away, we were considered partners."

"Partner? Tsk, it's obviously competition."

"No need for you to instigate here, Bourbon."

"alright."

Being choked, Toru Amuro shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be obedient and shut up.

Vermouth, who was standing by, felt more and more that Bourbon was a black-hearted person, and she would definitely stay away from this seemingly harmless face in the future.

Vodka came out from behind the cargo box on the other side and looked at Gil who seemed to have a clear conscience, and said:

"For the sake of our past friendship, as long as you tell the truth, I will let you die more comfortably."

Kiel was not comforted by hearing this.

She looked at the crowd that was surrounding her and said calmly:

“Bourbon and Absinthe didn’t kill me this morning, but brought me here instead. It seems that there is something wrong with the intelligence from Curacao?

Ah - I remember that there seemed to be a report in a recent press release about a pile-up on a bridge.

Could it be Curacao?"

A slightly gloating voice.

Vodka, who was stumped by her question, looked grim for a moment.

Just when he was about to teach Kiel a lesson, Gin, who was sitting on a cargo box near the searchlight, sneered and interrupted him.

The man with the cigarette in his mouth spoke in an ambiguous tone, and it was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or sarcasm:

"You're quite talkative, Kiel."

Absinthe, who had left the black-hearted dumpling, seemed to say helplessly:

"Everything went smoothly before we got the list, but we were discovered by the police and had an accident while escaping."

"The result was amnesia."

It was hard to tell whether Vodka's tone was one of emotion or ridicule, but Kil always felt that the other party should be in a good mood.

Sure enough, the relationship between colleagues in the winery is quite poor.

It was probably because after Rum was sidelined, the boss intended to choose another capable general.

Among those who were brought up later, Curacao was originally Rum's confidant.

This has to do with the discord between the No. 1 boss of the winery and the No. boss of the organization.

There was no chance to give Kiel more time to think about it.

Because of the strange text message from someone unknown, Kiel, who had been prepared for being arrested and assassinated, took the opportunity to take out the wire he had been hiding on his body and carefully began to pry the lock of the handcuffs.

Of course, in order not to be discovered by others, she deliberately struggled and said to Gin:

"In that case, shouldn't we take back Curacao and get the undercover list? Gin! After you see the undercover list, it won't be too late to confirm whether I am an undercover!"

After saying this, it sounds a bit like the anger of being wronged.

But Kiel clearly chose the wrong person to negotiate with.

Or maybe she was a little bit sloppy and ran into Gin who came to carry out the judgment.

Top1, the winery that had just managed to kill the Wesley, was still slightly tired from the long journey, and his voice was hoarse from the cigarette smoke:

"That's true, but..."

The man who stood up with his back to the light swiftly pulled out a pistol from his pocket, with the muzzle pointing at Kil's forehead.

The pistol, which had been loaded for a long time, reflected a dazzling coldness under the light.

The other three people were startled by the other party's sudden action of drawing their guns and subconsciously called out for Gin.

Isn't this different from the plan they agreed on at the beginning?

Didn't they say that we should arrest the person first, and then make plans after we find a way to contact Curacao? !

"It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. This is my rule."

The man, with most of his face hidden in darkness, spoke these words calmly.

The cigarette in the corner of his mouth fell to the ground without him noticing, and was crushed by the leather shoes, making a harsh noise.

Looking at Gil who seemed to be frightened, Gin's tone of voice rose slightly, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Next, it's time to punish the traitors!"