Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

To think that Gin works so diligently for the organization, yet is still ostracized and ridiculed by its members...

He's really pitiful...

Fuheshchen felt a resonance in his heart as well…

His childhood experiences are somewhat similar.

Well... at least there was exclusion and ridicule.

"What's wrong? Is Gin unhappy?" Tequila noticed that Fuhe Shen was silent and asked, "I didn't spread this rumor. I just heard it. You mustn't tell Gin."

If he really tells, he'll be finished; his salary will be reduced to a negative number.

Gin is the most cunning member of the organization.

"No, let's finish the mission first." Fuheishener raised his eyes slightly, looking at the building in front of him.

A massive European-style mansion came into view.

There were also a few security guards at the entrance... lounging around and playing cards.

Tequila nodded and looked over as well. "But speaking of which, this mission target is quite wealthy. It's a traditional 17th-century British building from the orthodox Stuart dynasty."

"You know all this?" Fuheshen'er asked with some surprise.

"Of course, after all, I was a graduate student at Yokohama University back then," Tequila said with a hint of pride.

Fu Heishen raised an eyebrow.

Goodness, Vodka graduated from Tokyo University, Tequila is a graduate student in Yokohama, the whole organization is full of high achievers?

"It's just that the left and right sides are a bit too symmetrical," Tequila remarked as she observed the building.

Fuheshen was no longer interested in paying attention to him and walked straight ahead.

"Hey, you can't do the task like that," Tequila advised. "You'll regret it if you do!"

Is this Cointreau out of his mind? Can't he see all those security personnel in front of him?

“You should know,” Fuheshchen grinned maliciously, “that I have command.”

After saying that...

Slightly press down with your feet, bend your body, bend your knees, and exert force.

boom!

A cloud of dust instantly rose from the ground.

In an instant, Fuheishen's figure disappeared from the spot.

Because his speed exceeded the speed of sound, the sound of air being cut through exploded instantly.

At the same time, the security guards standing at the entrance of the mansion and the card table were instantly overturned.

Agave's pupils contracted sharply. He rubbed his eyes. "Masaka, when?!"

In the moment he was stunned, how did Cointreau suddenly appear on the other side?!

The other person didn't stop moving; they reached out and gently pushed... the door opened, and they entered the mansion.

"No, this... this doesn't make sense," Tequila chimed in.

He finally understood why Gin had given him the task of transporting bombs; he didn't even need to do that.

But seeing that Jundu didn't want to explain, although he was a little curious, he didn't ask any more questions.

"So how do we find the bomb now?" Tequila looked at the huge house and felt a bit overwhelmed. "Do you have any information?"

“No, we need to look for it.” After entering the mansion, Fuheshel glanced at the interior decorations.

Each room presents a symmetrical beauty, as if it were in a mirror, with every detail being lifelike.

"If you ask me, we should just tie up that target and question him," Tequila said.

“He’s not here.” Fuheshel sensed his surroundings.

His senses were incredibly sharp... he didn't detect the presence of any other living beings nearby besides them. (In the original series, Teiji Moriya was engaged in a battle of wits with Conan.)

Upon reaching a building, Fuheshel stopped. "Here..."

His body possesses a spider-like sense of danger, allowing him to detect the source of peril.

He felt a sense of danger inside the villa.

It's a bomb, no doubt about it.

"How did you know?" Tequila asked.

“Perception…” Fuhe Shen’er gently pushed the door with his hand, and the door was easily opened again.

Tequila pursed her lips, said nothing, and followed Cointreau inside.

Just as I was about to complain about my target's bad habit of not locking the door, I swallowed my words when I saw the broken lock cylinder inside the lock.

Cointreau is inhuman!

"This seems to be where he designed the model." Tequila observed the surroundings.

There was only one table in the hall, and on the table was a model of some city, the location of which was unknown.

“It should be right.” Fuheshel frowned. “The bomb should be under the model.”

He did not choose to break it open by force; if the bomb were to be hit by an external impact, it would very likely explode.

Tequila immediately understood what the other person meant, put on black gloves, and rubbed them back and forth.

A little while later... he found a place with a tiny gap.

Then it pressed down towards the center.

A mechanical sound rang out, followed by the appearance of a numeric keypad.

“Go and bring the car over. I’ll take care of things here,” Fuheshen said.

Agave nodded and walked outside.

After the other party left, Fuheshen touched the combination lock, applying slight pressure with his thumb.

Click...

The combination lock shattered instantly.

'Drip, drip, drip...'

The alarm sounded instantly throughout the room.

After breaking the combination lock, the model remained motionless.

Fuheishen froze for a moment. What was going on? It wasn't what he expected; the mechanism hadn't been activated…

His expression slowly turned indifferent, then he clenched his fist and hurled an Euler shot at the center of the model at an extremely fast speed.

Boom...

The model's exterior was instantly shattered.

Looking at the explosives inside, Fuheshen shook his hand.

While brute force may not be the best way to solve a problem, it is certainly the fastest.

At that moment, Tequila arrived in his car, and upon seeing this scene... his eyes exploded.

Cointreau blasted that model, which was comparable to concrete, to pieces?!

With this kind of intensity and efficiency, it's only a matter of time before they kick Gin out of his position!

However... it was a bit reckless.

..........

On the other side, inside the Maori Detective Agency.

Xiao Lan was wearing an apron, putting octopus into a mold, pouring in batter, and heating it up. She remembered that Shen Erge really liked eating this.

Didi didi...

Just then, the landline rang. Xiaolan put down the batter, wiped her hands, and answered the phone, "Hello, this is the Mouri Detective Agency. How can I help you?"

"Heh... If you don't want your dad and Shinichi Kudo to die, hurry up and come to the rooftop of the Beika Skyscraper." A series of unpleasant synthesized electronic voices came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you? What happened to Dad and Shinichi?" Ran frowned upon hearing this.

"I'll tell you who I am once you get here," the synthesized voice continued. "You'd better hurry up."

"Why should I believe you?" Xiaolan asked, but she couldn't help but worry.

The other party didn't say anything, but simply hung up the phone silently.

After hearing the dial tone, Xiaolan immediately called back, only to find no one answering...

She took a deep breath, recalling what Shen'erge had said, and forced herself to calm down.

Shinichi is abroad, while his father has gone to the hospital to visit Conan.

Nothing should happen...

Ran picked up her phone and dialed Kogoro Mouri's number... but it was switched off.

Then I dialed Shinichi's number again, but it was still switched off.

After all, she was just a seventeen-year-old high school girl, and she panicked for a moment.

She picked up her phone, ready to dial Shen'erge's number...

However... the phone rang again at that moment.

"I advise you not to call the police, or they'll be killed," the other party said.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Xiaolan asked nervously.

"I'm only giving you twenty minutes, or you won't see them."

........