I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

However, Kogoro Mouri, who was watching the horse racing at the time, had no intention of answering Conan's call at all. He unplugged the phone line and stared at the progress of the horse racing intently.

Just when he was watching the exciting part, the TV screen suddenly went distorted and no signal was received. He slapped the TV in frustration, but it was useless. He could only listen to the horse racing progress commentary on the radio in his headphones.

The next game will be about whether he can get all twelve correct. If he gets all correct, it will be a winning ticket, and the odds will be over a hundred times!

Chu Ming and his companions were standing on the high-rise building opposite. What they saw through the sniper scope was Kogoro Mouri standing with his back to the window, listening carefully to the information in the headphones.

"Hmph, this man doesn't even know that we've discovered the bug. He's probably still listening carefully to the bug to see if he can steal any information." Vodka stood aside, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Gin sneered: "Then I will do as he wishes and let him hear our voices."

Gin took out a three-layered chewing gum from his pocket, held it up and looked at the window opposite: "Did you hear that? Maori Kogoro."

The only two people present who knew the truth were probably Chu Ming and Vermouth. Chu Ming watched Gin performing a one-man show to the air, thinking he was in control of everything. He leaned on the railing and tried to hold back his laughter so much that his whole body was twitching. However, because his waist was pulled, he grimaced in pain, making the expression on his face look particularly abstract.

She also knew that Maori Kogoro in front of her must be an innocent person, and there was also a Vermouth. But she had no intention of watching Gin's joke at this time. She was now anxiously thinking about how to rescue Maori Kogoro.

"Don't move, we are aiming at you from behind. Before a hole is punched in your suit, I have something to ask you." Gin looked at the man sitting still by the window with deep eyes, "That is, what is your relationship with Shirley? The transmitter and the bug you placed are exactly the same as the ones that woman placed on my car last time. Don't call it a coincidence."

"I'll only give you ten seconds to think about it. If you're willing to answer, raise your left hand that's resting on the headset. Ten, nine, eight—"

Looking at Gin searching for his enemy in the air, Chu Ming no longer had the energy to laugh. He saw a taxi speeding towards him and stopping not far away. A dwarf got out and ran towards him, pushing the football from his waist outwards while running.

"…Three, two, one."

"Bam—"

As Gin finished his words, a football whizzed from a distance and hit the glass on the second floor of the Maori Detective Agency.

Maori Kogoro was startled. He stood up, opened the window and yelled outside: "Hey, which bastard is doing this? I'm at the critical moment!"

Conan had come downstairs at this time: "Sorry uncle, I kicked the ball too hard. By the way, uncle, how is your racehorse? Aren't you listening to the game with headphones?"

Maori Kogoro only then realized that he had pulled off his headphones in excitement: "Ahhhh, I just took them off. It's all your fault, little brat! I didn't hear the exciting part!!!"

Vermouth, whose body had just been frozen, relaxed slightly after hearing the conversation between Conan and Maori Kogoro. She glanced at Gin with a smile, her eyes full of charm: "Oh, it looks like it has nothing to do with him. We--"

Gin interrupted her and said, "Go ahead, take care of the little devil together."

Chu Ming didn't care about his back pain at this moment, he leaned on the railing with anticipation. He was very curious now. The FBI had no contact with Conan at this moment, so it was impossible for them to come to the rescue.

So what should Conan do in this crisis?

After all, the organization can fail countless times, but Conan can't afford to lose even once.

If Conan and Maori Kogoro really do something bad this time, he will have no choice but to accept the huge magnetic field with tears.

Seeing Chianti and Cohen's fingers gradually pulling the trigger, Vermouth could no longer bear it.

"Wait!" She suddenly spoke up to stop them, speaking very quickly, trying to convince them, "There is no evidence. If we rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police, wouldn't that be—"

Gin suddenly pulled out his gun and pressed it against Vermouth's temple: "Vermouth, you are very annoying today."

Vermouth paused, looked at the gun pointed at her, but turned her head to look at Gin without fear, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. She was also sure that Gin would not kill her.

Gin narrowed his eyes, murderous intent gradually emerging.

Vodka was a little panicked. The fact that Vermouth was someone the boss valued was a tacit understanding among the core members of the organization. It was also rare to see Gin staring at Vermouth with such murderous intent.

He stammered, trying to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say. He could only call his elder brother when he was in doubt: "Big, big brother?"

Gin looked at Vermouth who seemed to have no reaction, and his eyes swept across her slightly wrinkled sleeves: "You had something with that detective, right?"

Chu Ming blinked his eyes. He didn't expect that things would suddenly develop in a colorful direction. He pricked up his ears, intending to listen to some gossip.

Vermouth did not explain. After all, she could not tell others why she had to defend them, so she just went with the flow: "Oh, if it is true, then what?"

"Then bring Gin with you next time." Chu Ming replied subconsciously. After all, there was a rumor in the organization that Gin and Vermouth were a couple. The rumor came from Vodka, who often followed Gin, so the rumor should be true. "Otherwise Gin will eat - OK, OK, OK, I won't say anything, move the gun away -"

Chu Ming looked at Gin who turned the gun towards him and shut up decisively. After all, if he got beaten now, he wouldn't be able to run away, so it would be better for him to behave himself for now.

Gin looked at Chu Ming who was lying on the railing in an awkward position, sneered, put the gun back into his arms, and looked at the chewing gum in his hand: "After killing Maori Kogoro, I will check whether there are any fingerprints on this chewing gum."

Conan still had headphones on his ears, and when he heard Gin's notice, he broke out in a cold sweat. He had just stuck his chewing gum on the wall without even thinking of wearing gloves. If he was found out...

Seeing that time was critical, he shouted to Maori Kogoro who seemed to know nothing upstairs: "Uncle, you hit all twelve!"

Maori Kogoro poked his head in surprise: "Really? You——Ah!"

Because of Conan's sudden shout, Mouri Kogoro suddenly jumped up, so the bullet shot at his heart went straight through his shoulder, and blood spurted out.

After all, he was a retired criminal policeman. He looked towards the rooftop opposite based on his intuition. After vaguely seeing a few people standing there, he suddenly rolled over and shrank behind the window, shouting downstairs: "Conan, hide quickly!"

At this time, Conan was like a panicked child and rushed into the corridor, which happened to be a blind spot for the sniper and he could not be seen at all.

Chianti's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he tutted impatiently: "The mouse is hiding, it's all because of that little devil."

Cohen continued to hold the gun: "That kid also has headphones."

Vermouth saw that the situation was not good and excused him: "He might have been listening to the horse racing, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Maori Kogoro won all twelve prizes."

"What does a kid know about horse racing?" Chianti said disdainfully, contradicting Vermouth.

"Retreat first." Gin's cold eyes swept across the sign of the Maori Detective Agency, and he dug out the bug and crushed it. "The police are probably coming, Granburch. I remember that you have a good relationship with them. I'll leave these two guys to you. Kill them within three days."

"No." Chu Ming lazily retorted, "You can kill them, but I don't want to do it."

This is the protagonist's magnetic field. If he takes action, he probably won't get anything, which would be a big loss.

[After struggling for a long time, I finally decided to let Maori Kogoro get hurt temporarily; but I will probably choose to write a few chapters about his choice in the extra chapter later~ If Maori Kogoro gets hurt, the red team will probably be almost wiped out. I will specially note it in the extra chapter when the time comes. You can choose to skip the extra chapter if you are a little cutie like Lei, and it will not affect the main text. ]