Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"It's really stupid that you didn't even know you were being monitored."

While Chianti was talking on the phone with Gin, he was also listening to the messages coming back from the monitoring device.

"So, what is their destination?"

"It's exactly where you expected it to be. Curacao is being loaded onto the bus now."

Chianti replied, looking past Cohen to the window.

After seeing that group of people prepared a short-sleeved shirt, cropped pants and sneakers for Curacao, and even asked him to tie his hair up and put a baseball cap on him, I couldn't help but curl my lips for a moment.

A bunch of rough guys with no aesthetic sense.

Curacao is a good-looking person after all, so he found this kind of clothes for her.

"Hold that plane on standby."

The voice coming from the headset brought Chianti back to his senses, and then he and Cohen were stunned at the same time.

"Isn't it?"

Chianti's tone was uncertain, but Gin had clearly made up his mind:

“This is a good opportunity to test its performance.”

"Isn't this preparation for war?"

The tone coming from the receiver was filled with irrepressible excitement, as if some crazy woman was even ready to make a big scene.

"No matter what, Curacao is the heir of Rum. If we don't bring him back properly, the boss will be angry."

Gin said this with a smile on his face.

His words were full of concern for his colleague, and he didn't sound like the man who just wanted to kill Kiel.

But the premise of all this is to ignore the madness and cruelty in his eyes.

GA? I really want to try it.

"learn!"

Chianti on the other end of the phone responded crisply.

After hanging up the phone and disconnecting from GA, Cohen and I drove towards where the "secret weapon" was parked.

"This is incredible! This is so exciting!"

The crazy woman with short orange hair spoke in a cheerful tone, and the butterfly tattoo at the corner of her eye fluttered its wings as she half-closed her eyes.

Cohen, who was driving with a cold face, glanced secretly and responded calmly:

"I am looking forward too."

It’s hard to tell.

The words are divided into two parts.

Gin, who hung up the phone on the other side, was obviously also looking forward to the 'performance test'.

Not knowing what they were talking about, Toru Amuro tried hard to recall the recent rumors in the organization, but he was not sure what they were.

Vermouth was obviously frightened by Gin's "generosity":

"Gin, are you really going to use that?"

Gin didn't reply to her.

Vodka, who was standing by, looked at Kiel who was still shackled to the pillar and asked:

"Brother, what should I do with her?"

"We'll deal with Kiel later. Get someone here to keep an eye on her. Let's take back Curacao first."

"But, the people from GA..."

"Curacao has left the hospital."

Gin interrupted Vodka and took the lead to walk towards the warehouse door.

Without any hesitation, Vodka followed him and asked:

"So where did they go?"

"Their destination is the aquarium."

Bang, creak—

The heavy iron door made a screeching noise as it was pushed open.

Bourbon, who was about to follow, stopped with a frown.

On the other side, Vermouth suddenly understood what was going on and said incredulously:

"Gin, didn't you guess that this would happen a long time ago, so you made that plan?"

A madman is not scary, but a madman with brains is another matter.

Hearing Vermouth's voice, Gin looked back at her, then snorted and laughed without responding.

"Vodka, let's go, you go drive."

"Yes!"

·

"Now you can talk normally."

In the back seat of the car, 'Curaçao' sat carelessly between a police officer and Fumiaki Yuya, subconsciously wanting to put his hand on his lower abdomen.

It was not until she felt the handcuffs pulling that she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, sorry, forgot about that."

Some people who were not used to it looked at the handcuffs on their wrists and the police officer's wrists, and narrowed their disguised heterochromatic eyes.

Ah Le looked at Yuya Kazami who seemed to have a stern face, and suddenly changed back to his original voice:

"Do you always have a stern face when you're with anyone?"

Being asked this question suddenly, Yuya Kazami coughed and raised his hand to push his glasses uncomfortably:

"Mr. Ale, please don't tease me."

"Hayi - but you look nervous, why?"

Hearing this, Yuya Kazami let out a breath and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He always felt that the person sent by Mr. Xianhe was unreliable and lazy, but the other party's miraculous disguise skills made him feel more at ease.

Adhering to the cooperative relationship between the other party and himself, Feng Jianyuya still chatted politely for a few words:

"I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle tonight."

"That has nothing to do with you. Aren't you in charge of logistics, evacuation and rescue?"

Hearing this, Yuya Kazami choked, raised his hand to push his glasses again, and stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, a guy with black hair and golden eyes under the skin of Curacao narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

All in all, he looks like he's in a good mood.

"Someone will replace you soon."

"Hmm? Is this Mr. Xianhe's follow-up plan?"

"It doesn't matter if you tell me in advance. You won't feel anything anyway."

"??"

What does it mean?

Soon, Feng Jianyu knew what this meant.

Just as it was getting dark, they finally arrived at the aquarium.

According to the original plan, Yuya Kazami got out of the car pretending to know nothing and said to the people in the car:

"I'll go over first. Please help me explain this to the museum."

"Yes."

"Bon Voyage."

Sitting in the back seat, Curacao sent his blessing to Yuya Kazami.

Yuya Kazami, who was startled by the other party's voice switching freely, quickly closed the car door, as if he was going to escape.

The young police officer at the side shuddered as he looked at Curacao's muffled laughter.

Where on earth did Officer Kazami find help from?

After getting off the bus, Yuya Kazami walked quickly towards the ticket office and expressed his desire to ride the Ferris wheel.

The ticket seller politely told him that they were off duty.

Seeing this, Feng Jianyu also took out his police officer ID:

"Then please tell the person in charge here that GA requires your cooperation."

"I understand. Please wait a moment."

Not long after, someone came and invited Yuya Kazami to come in to discuss something.

I don't know when the number of tourists at the aquarium entrance began to increase.

Feng Jianyuya felt that he was hit from behind. When he looked up, he heard a very familiar voice:

"Feel sorry."

",?!"

Their eyes met, and looking at that face that could not be more familiar, Yuya Kazami even forgot what to do for a moment.

Why does this person look exactly like him?!

Just when he was about to say something, a hand suddenly passed by his eyes.

A sticky touch fell on his face. Before Feng Jian could raise his hand, an unfamiliar police officer patted him from the other side:

"What are you daydreaming about, Ishida? Hurry up and follow Officer Kazami."

"???"

Who? Ishida? Him?