Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

"Four, three, two, one!"

Just as Gin's countdown ended, a huge roar suddenly sounded, the whole street shook, and the glass windows of Maori Detective Agency shattered all over the ground.

"What? Is there an earthquake?" Kogoro Mouri no longer cared about listening to the horse racing. He took off his headphones and ran to the broken window to look out.

Conan jumped out of the car's sunroof and immediately realized that this was the trick of Fool Gold after feeling the "earthquake".

He looked around and saw the assembled Fool's Gold waving hello to him in a hidden street corner, with the fire investigator standing next to him.

"We won't reimburse the cost of repairing the glass." The fire investigator smiled, picked up Fool's Gold and disappeared around the corner.

Kogoro Mouri was still leaning against the window looking around when he saw Conan walking towards him.

Conan said loudly to Maori Kogoro upstairs: "Uncle, it seems that there was a gas explosion just now."

"Oh, I was so scared. I thought it was an earthquake, but it turned out to be a gas explosion." Kogoro Mouri wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"By the way, how's the horse racing going? Aren't you listening to the game with headphones?" Conan asked in order to eliminate Kogoro Mouri's suspicion in the Black Organization.

"Ah!" Maori Kogoro yelled as he reacted. "It's all because of that damn gas explosion that I took off my headphones. I haven't even heard the end yet!"

"It seems this has nothing to do with him." Vermouth said with a smile.

But Gin refused to give in: "Go ahead, kill the little devil too."

"Suspicious characters must be dealt with, isn't that right, big brother?" Vodka said from the side.

"Wait a minute, there's no evidence. If we rashly kill him, who has a good relationship with the police..."

"You're annoying, Vermouth." Gin put the gun to Vermouth's head.

"If Kogoro Mouri dies, we will probably attract the attention of the police. I hate all those unwanted eyes." The undertaker pulled up his mask.

Gin glanced at the undertaker and continued to confront Vermouth: "You and that detective, there is something going on, right?"

"So what?"

Upon hearing this, Gin put the gun back and took out the bug.

"Never mind. The guy who installed this thing might have accidentally left fingerprints. Once we kill him and check the people around him, we should be able to find out who did it."

However, a sudden bullet shattered the bug.

Colen immediately realized what was happening and reported, "In the back, at eight o'clock."

Chianti also raised his gun and aimed: "It's that building."

"But that's seven hundred yards away." Vodka was shocked.

"Give it to me." Gin took the sniper rifle from Colen and aimed at the top of the building.

Gin saw through the sniper scope that Shuichi Akai was aiming his gun at him.

"Akai Shuichi!"

Another bullet flew over, piercing the sniper scope and grazed Gin's cheek.

Chianti was startled and immediately fired back, but at a distance of seven hundred yards, she could only shoot in a spurious manner.

Then two more shots were fired in succession, all hitting Gin.

Seeing this, the undertaker took out the medicine he carried with him and said, "Painkillers and painkillers, hurry up."

Gin immediately gave the order to retreat and quickly injected the painkiller handed to him by the undertaker into his arm.

Judy looked at the two vehicles retreating in a hurry and gave the order to pursue them.

"But they will leave us behind halfway." James said while sitting in the car.

On the Black Organization's side, the undertaker sitting in Gin's car calmly took out gauze, alcohol and other tools from the makeup box to provide emergency treatment for Gin.

Vermouth teased, "That's rare! I remember that in Snow Country, these tools of yours were usually used on the dead."

"Shut up, Vermouth." Gin was a little unhappy.

"Was the person who just fired the shot from the FBI?" Vodka spoke.

"We were set up. If he hadn't predicted that we would come here, how could he have been able to prepare it in that building?" Gin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"So that means Kogoro Mouri and the FBI are teaming up?"

Vermouth continued to defend Maori Kogoro: "For the FBI, he was at best a pawn. Everything should be a trap set by the FBI."

"That's fine, but I don't think Maori Kogoro is innocent."

Gin took out a cigarette and lit it up, just as he was about to smoke it, but the undertaker said coldly, "If you don't want to really use my tools one day, then don't smoke with those two holes in your body."

Gin glanced at the undertaker and silently put out the cigarette he had just lit.

At this time in the hospital, the FBI trio was discussing Yasuteru Domon's withdrawal from the election.

Shuichi Akai pushed open the door of a ward: "The clues related to them have not been completely cut off." This is the ward where Rena Mizunashi is.

"Although her life is not in danger, she hasn't regained consciousness yet." James glanced at Rena Mizunashi lying on the hospital bed. "Speaking of which, what is your impression of the organization called Oletus? Their methods are quite bizarre."

"I spent a long time with one of the members of that organization. According to her profile, she was once a professional assassin and joined Oletus at some point. But in her daily life, she struck me as someone righteous, even a bit vindictive." Judy recalled the antique dealer's demeanor. "But the others I met..."

"That Miss Qi Shiyi, codenamed 'Antique Dealer', seems to have a very high position in that organization." James recalled the antique dealer's behavior when he was chasing Rena Mizunashi.

"That organization is quite dangerous. The lizard man we saw at the dock that day was undoubtedly the result of human experiments. If such an organization obsessed with human experiments is left unchecked, it will undoubtedly pose a threat to us. At present, it seems that their purpose in dealing with the Black Organization is to obtain a drug that can rejuvenate." Shuichi Akai obviously thought more.

Judy looked at the unconscious Rena Mizunashi in front of her and said, "Now we can only wait for her to wake up to get more specific information. As for the TV station, that child will help us solve it."

Conan used a voice changer to pretend to be Rena Mizunashi and asked the TV station for a long vacation.

Inside the manor, the scene was quite different.

[Explorer: You really don't need to do that? I've been through a lot this whole time.]

[Antique Dealer: Sorry, it's all for show. I'll just give you some slack next time I observe you.]

[Novelist: I've saved the photo of you shattered on the backseat, and I'm going to print a few copies to keep as a treasure.]

[Explorer: Delete!]

[Novelist: No.]

[Explorer: Then you better be careful next time. Don’t let me catch you making a fool of yourself!]

[Entomologist: Here we go again, so childish.]

[Fire Investigator: But this operation has finally come to an end.]

[Bartender: Let's just have a party and celebrate!]

[First Mate: Yay! Cheers!]