Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

"Woo——"

Accompanied by the sound of the ship's horn, the cruise ship began to slowly leave the shore and head towards the depths of the sea.

The people on the boat were talking and laughing, unaware that this would be an unforgettable journey for everyone.

Following the introduction of the local tour guide, the tourists sitting on the first floor enjoyed a short art performance, and then more people chose to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and appreciate the scenery outside.

As a hostage, Conan naturally did not have such freedom of movement. He was placed in the seat in the corner, with Vermouth sitting outside him.

Sitting behind them was Grenada, but this old man didn't seem to care much about what was happening around him. After getting on the boat, he just sat there and took a nap. He seemed to be an old man who didn't pose any threat. Only Conan vaguely guessed from the calluses on the old man's right hand that this old man was a master of Iaido.

As for Rum Gin and others, Conan has not seen them since he boarded the ship. He thinks they must be hiding somewhere else.

Noticing Conan looking around, Vermouth picked up a magazine nearby and placed it in front of Conan: "Don't think about running away, just stay here."

"But I'm hungry." Conan said aggrievedly, "I haven't eaten for almost the whole day."

Vermouth was silent for a moment: "Rum didn't give you food?"

"He drew two tubes of blood from me and left, and I haven't had anything to eat since then." Conan said truthfully, "I heard there's a buffet upstairs. Can I have something?"

Vermouth stood up immediately.

"Cough-cough-"

Grenada at the back coughed lightly, implicitly expressing his opposition.

Vermouth turned a blind eye and directly reached out to hold Conan, with a smile on her face: "My child is hungry, so of course he needs to eat something. After all, children are precious. If they get sick, I'm afraid it will delay the journey."

This time Grenada didn't move, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be really asleep.

Conan successfully arrived at the buffet restaurant on the second floor with Vermouth.

Perhaps because it was not meal time, there were not many tourists here, but the meals were still well prepared, and there would be hot food as long as the guests arrived.

Conan glanced at the layout of the restaurant inconspicuously and soon found Morobushi Kagemitsu in one of the corners.

There were people from the organization everywhere, so Zhu Fujingguang certainly couldn't reveal his face. He had learned some disguise techniques from Baichuan Qiu before, and combined with his experience in disguise and gathering intelligence over the years, he successfully blended into the crowd with an inconspicuous appearance.

Conan's gaze lingered on the food in front of Morobushi Kagemitsu for a moment, then he quickly retracted his gaze and followed Vermouth to receive a plate. After randomly selecting a few foods, he picked up a piece of dark chocolate cake.

Vermouth seemed to have guessed something, but her attitude was still extremely lazy. After taking Conan to a place to sit down, she supported her head with her arms and looked at the scenery outside casually, indifferent to everything around her.

Conan took the opportunity to stuff the small thing in his mouth into his clothes pocket.

On the other side, the cockpit.

Vodka grunted as he tied up several unconscious crew members and the captain, then he stood up straight, holding his waist.

Gin, who was originally looking at the instrument, finally turned his head and looked at me like I was stupid: "Why don't you kill them?"

Vodka:…

He rolled his eyes and said, "I am now determined to do good and lay down my butcher knife to become a Buddha."

Gin:......

It's hard to describe in words. Gin decisively raised his Beretta and shot each of these people to death without any pause or hesitation.

Vodka quickly stood up and took a step back to prevent the blood from splattering on himself.

Looking at the few more corpses on the ground, Vodka took a deep breath, feeling rather annoyed. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? If you could kill them right away, why wait until I tied them up before killing them? And with all that blood and corpses, you weren't going to wait for me to deal with them, were you?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone with a worse temper than him pointed the Beretta at him.

Vodka:…

"Okay, I shut up."

So Vodka had no choice but to start dealing with the body diligently.

After he had cleaned up everything, he found that Gin was already sitting alone in the driving seat, controlling the direction of the entire ship.

To be honest, Gin is a truly versatile talent, capable of both flying a plane and sailing a boat. Vodka had to give him a thumbs-up: "Brother Gin, did you learn this skill in Hawaii?"

The man took a puff of his cigarette, his green eyes shot him a cold glance, and his voice was cold: "Shut up."

Vodka shrugged.

Come on, he and Gin really don't get along at all.

Vodka found a random seat and sat down.

Not long after they sat down, he and Gin frowned at the same time and looked sharply towards the position outside the cockpit.

"Go and take a look." Gin gave the order directly.

There must have been someone at the door just now!

Vodka didn't hesitate and just pulled out his gun and walked out of the cockpit.

There was no one outside the cockpit.

Vodka carefully scanned the captain's room and lounge next to him, gave them a rough inspection, and then returned to the cockpit.

"Nothing," he said.

Gin sneered: "There was definitely someone there just now."

Vodka calmly retorted: "Oh, then there is, but no one was caught."

Gin finally grew impatient. He raised the Beretta in his hand and pointed it at Vodka, saying in a stern tone, "You'd better behave yourself, or I won't mind blowing your head off before the deal is over. Bai, Chuan, Qiu."

Vodka Pi Baichuan Qiu remained very calm: "Oh, then your plan has failed halfway, are you sure?"

Gin stared at him coldly for a moment, then finally retracted his gun and shook off the cigarette ash between his fingers: "You'd better not leave here before you reach that guy's 'turtle shell', otherwise I will really shoot."

"What a coincidence! I'm not interested in what's happening outside either." Bai Chuanqiu found a comfortable spot to sit down and crossed his legs. "Then it's a deal. No one will go out and disturb us."

Gin glanced at him and didn't refuse.

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Outside the cockpit, a figure silently jumped down from the cabin and quickly ran to the outer corridor.

There are already two people waiting here.

Hagiwara Kenji: "How is it?"

Matsuda Jinpei's expression was solemn. "The cockpit has been taken under control. They should be heading towards their destination."

Hagiwara Kenji frowned: "This is troublesome."

The cockpit was taken away, which basically meant that the entire ship was in the hands of that organization.

Yi Dahang opened the map and showed it to everyone: "According to their thinking, they should be preparing to head for the nearest high seas."

Once they reach the high seas, many laws are no longer binding, and their actions become more unscrupulous.

"No, that's not right." Hagiwara Kenji was extremely sensitive to the speed and distance of machinery. He measured their current distance to the high seas with his hands, silently converted it in his mind, and shook his head slightly. "The nearest high seas to us is about 200 nautical miles, and this cruise ship is at best just a sightseeing cruise ship. Its speed is usually around 20 knots, or 20 nautical miles per hour. If we want to reach the high seas at this speed, it will take nearly ten hours at the fastest."

By then, I'm afraid that before the ship has even reached halfway, people on the shore will notice something unusual, and then the official speedboats will be dispatched to give chase, and the ship will definitely be surrounded before it reaches the high seas.

This is definitely not what the organization wants to see.