hunt game

Conan, who was defined as nonsense, rubbed the red and swollen place on his head. Seeing him touching the piano, the manager of the opera star gave him a sharp slap, and murmured how valuable that piano was. It's so precious, it takes his little finger or something to touch it.

The most hateful thing is that Gin looked at his half-smile expression, and was very happy to see him being bullied.

"Daddy, my head hurts." Conan couldn't see that Gin was so carefree, he thought for a while, then ran to Gin's side and held Gin's hand, his clear eyes sparkled.

The expressions on the faces of the three people present visibly stiffened. The opera singer Delilah and her manager were embarrassed, while Duane showed a surprised expression.

"Philip, hurry up and apologize to the young master." Delilah realized that Duane was his sponsor and told her in private that he would introduce a benefactor to her tonight. Gin's appearance is not bad, his clothes are luxurious and low-key, and he has the aura of a high-ranking person. It is not easy to meet a man with such conditions in the entertainment venue, and he must not be offended.

The manager immediately bowed and apologized: "Young master, I'm sorry."

"Gin, I didn't expect you... It's really surprising." Duane said unexpectedly. There are many people in the organization who were trained since childhood. He originally thought that Conan was just a member of the organization.

Conan snorted. On this occasion, Duane didn't know Gin's pseudonym or other names, so he directly called Gin by the name of the organization. Could it be that he is just an outside member of the organization and has not yet penetrated into the organization?So is the information he has really important to Gin?

Gin glanced at Conan meaningfully, and then said: "A brat who can't stand on the stage, bring him out to see the world."

Conan coughed twice to express his dissatisfaction with Gin's statement.

At this time, Judy and his party had already left the hall, and Gin was invited by Duane to participate in the carnival Patty held on the open-air deck on the third floor of the yacht.

"Gin, it's really rare to see people like you these days." The Chinese man sitting opposite Gin spoke fluent English with poor pronunciation, which sounded very awkward.

Conan glanced at him disdainfully. Didn't Chinese men mean that Gin should bring his "son" with him when he plays Chinese mahjong?

Gin leaned against the back of the chair, took out a cigarette but didn't light it, just played with it in his hand,

"Haha, I won this game again, let me let you go." Another Chinese man bowed his hands and apologized, laughing happily because he won money.

These two people are Duan's business partners, and it was the first time they met Gin, and Duan pulled them to accompany them.

Each was nestled next to an opera singer, and next to Gin was the old Miss Delilah.

"Gin, you're unlucky tonight!" Seeing that the chips in front of Gin had changed from a hill to a pile of "sand", Duane smiled like a cat stealing fish.

The chips at their table are at least 10,000 digits, and the currency unit is US dollars. In a game, they will lose at least [-]+ to a million. Gin has lost more than a dozen games in a row.

Gin didn't take it seriously at all, and said casually: "Little devil, come here for some more chips."

Conan reluctantly raised his foot to leave his seat. He was not a waiter, so he was always asked to do this kind of thing.

But this was a good opportunity. Conan found a waiter and asked him to change some chips to Gin's table, while he ran to the lobby on the first floor. His goal was the PETROF in the temporary lounge at the backstage of the lobby.

It takes about three to four minutes for the waiter to change the chips. It has been more than this time since he ran from the third floor to the first floor and then back. He can use the excuse to go to the bathroom later, but the time should not be too long.

So Conan was out of breath when he ran all the way to the lounge on the first floor. There was no one in the piano room he had been to before, so he immediately ran over to search the world famous piano carefully.

After searching for a while, Conan quickly found a dark box under the piano, but he couldn't open it without destroying the famous piano by external force.

Conan sat on the ground with his arms around his shoulders. Du Yan said that Du An used to like music very much, so he would hide the gift for his daughter in the music score, so as to motivate his daughter to learn music, and reasoning that the method of opening the camera obscura should be the same as Music related.

Conan got up, patted the dust on his body, ran to the piano and pressed the name of PETROF's British scale, and with a click, the camera obscura opened.

Conan was speechless to the man who set the switch, he was really out of his mind.

However, what Conan expected was that there was nothing in the camera obscura, and there was nothing he had guessed at all.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?Or had someone taken the contents of the camera obscura before him?

Conan thought of the white-haired man, maybe he would know something.

Conan searched all the lounges but couldn't find the white-haired man. He stopped and thought for a while, then ran straight back to the stage in the hall, and finally saw the white-haired man on the stage.

There was a sense of disobedience at that moment, and Conan didn't have time to think about the reason for a moment.

The white-haired man was tuning the piano on the stage. When he saw Conan running out of the lounge, he said kindly, "Little friend, why is it you again?"

Conan scratched his head, pretending to be distressed and said, "Grandpa, Daddy and I got lost. When I passed the piano room just now, I saw someone passing by. I thought it was me, Daddy."

"Oh, that's my lady. She just said that she wanted to see the boss's Aegean, but she didn't let me accompany her...Miss has grown up and understands the boss's mind." The white-haired man stroked the piano cover in comfort , seems to be trapped in a certain memory.

Conan heard the words and ran out of the hall without saying hello. It was still a step too late, Du Yan had already taken the things away!

Conan happened to meet Judy when he ran up the stairs to the second-floor cabin. The two quickly looked around and saw that no outsiders hid in the room closest to them when they opened the door.

"CoolKid, why are you with Gin?"

"Mr. Judy, why are you here?"

Two questions were asked at the same time, with the same tone and the same anxiety.

"The FBI received a report from an anonymous phone call. The informant told us that Gin would appear here tonight. The informant was very cautious. The IP address we found was somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, and there was no one living there." Judy explained first, "Later we investigated Chris Wynyard's recent itinerary, and indeed there was a plan to go to a yacht concert in Vienna, so we, the FBI, entered the venue disguised as bodyguards."

Conan frowned secretly. It was obvious that someone had leaked Gin's itinerary, and the only ones who could do this on this yacht were Duane and the members of the black organization headed by Gin.If Duane leaked it, his purpose must be to let the FBI arrest Gin to protect his own safety; but if Gin did it deliberately, his purpose is hard to guess; or there are traitors among other members of the black organization , Want to use this to get rid of Gin and take his position?

"Cool Kid, you haven't answered my question yet." Judy raised her index finger and bent down to ask.

"Um, I was arrested. It's hard to explain." It was difficult for Conan to express his situation clearly. Although he was arrested by Gin, his freedom seemed to be unrestricted and he could basically do whatever he wanted.

Seeing that Conan didn't want to say more, Judy asked another question: "Conan, what's going on with that Duane, why do you want us to protect him?"

"Duane is a member of the Black Organization, code-named Budweiser, the traitor to the organization that Gin wants to get rid of." Conan put his arms behind his head and replied depressedly, "Duane has information about the Black Organization in his hand, I I suspect that he is hiding in the piano room in the lobby on the first floor of the yacht, but when I went looking for it just now, Duan’s daughter Du Yan had already taken it away before me.”

Zhu Di shook her head and said in surprise: "Coolkid, this is impossible. After cracking your code just now, my colleague went to secretly protect Du An and his daughter Du Yan. Du Yan stayed in her room and never came out."

"What?" Conan whispered, raised his chin, and entered into thinking.The white-haired man said that Du Yan had been to the piano room before him, and the FBI had protected Du Yan long before that. If Du Yan was the person protected by the FBI and stayed in his room all the time, then that white-haired man Men are telling lies!Something must be wrong, where is it?

Since the FBI is secretly protected, Du Yan should not know that she is being watched, so she has no reason to avoid the main entrance and leave the room from other places; the white-haired man was not there when he rushed into the lobby on the first floor, and the white-haired man was not there when he came out Tuning in front of the piano... Wait, he only saw the white-haired man holding the props, but he didn't hear the sound of the piano.

A professional tuner should tune the piano according to the twelve equal temperament system, so that the piano can achieve the best temperament and touch, so it is necessary to play a good piano piece for better tuning temperament.Even if it is the simplest adjustment of the temperament, it should not be impossible to hear the piano sound at all.It just means that the white haired man is not tuning, he is holding the tuning tool just to confuse him.

If the white-haired man took the things in the camera obscura, he would have enough time and not be discovered by others, but what was his purpose for doing so?

Vermouth!Conan suddenly remembered that this woman was also on the yacht, and she was best at disguise!

"Ms. Judy, where is Vermouth now?" Conan pursed the corners of his lips, his pupils were obscured by the dim light.

Judy got in touch with colleagues via micro intercom and confirmed: "Our people lost Vermouth."

Conan looked away and thought for a while before saying, "Ms. Judy..."

"Coolkid?"

Conan returned to the lobby on the first floor again, where he had something to confirm.

Because there is no special tool when going out, Conan can only borrow a roll of tape from the waiter, and he wants to check the fingerprints left on the piano.

But there were none on the keys of the piano on the stage, nor on the table, everything was wiped clean, and the fingerprints belonging to that man were completely gone.On the contrary, the PETROF in the piano room is full of fingerprints, except for the white-haired man and Conan's.

A person's fingerprint remains unchanged for life and can be identified.However, as a person grows older, the fingerprint lines will change quantitatively, from thin to thick, from light to dark.Children's fingerprint lines are relatively thin and shallow, while adults' fingerprint lines are relatively dense and deep. By analogy, the age group of the person can be judged by the thickness and density of the lines.

The fingerprints of even individuals left on PETROF do look like those of children and old people. At that time, the white-haired man should be the real body. Then that person is very likely to be a fake. I dare not leave fingerprints because I am afraid that my identity will be exposed afterwards. .

Conan, who can disguise so seamlessly, can only think of Vermouth from the Black Organization. Her camouflage skills are experienced and shocked by her own experience. Even her mother Yukiko is not Vermouth's opponent.

But based on Conan's own understanding of Gin, this is not like Gin's style, and it is more convincing to say that it is Vermouth's personal behavior.

Gin would probably use a gun to force Duan to tell where the information is hidden, and then shoot him regardless of whether Duan said it or not, and then kill Duan's circle of connections to find out where the information is hidden.

Of course, this is just his personal thought. In terms of motive, Gin is the biggest suspect, and it is impossible to rule out the suspicion.

"Ah——" Conan, who was concentrating on the search, didn't notice the shadow from behind and was hit on the back of the neck, so his eyes went dark and he passed out.

A man caught Conan's short body, hugged him in his arms and left through another passage.

At this time, on the third deck of the yacht, the waiter transferred all the chips in front of Gin to Duane, and at this time the other two men on the mahjong table had already left.

"Gin, there is a Chinese saying that a mountain collapses on the top without changing your face, doesn't that describe you right now?" Duane took a puff of his cigar, enjoying the current state very much.

Gin looked at this ignorant man, and replied coldly: "Hmph, you mean I'm going to lose?"

"Gin, do you know why I invited you here? In fact, I knew your purpose, so I specially laid this cage for you. On the yacht with nowhere to escape, in my territory, you are just a A black crow with a broken wing." Duane completely tore his face apart, and confessed everything without hesitation.

"I can kill you at any time." Gin never put Duane in his eyes. The fringe members of this organization only provide some funds to the organization every year, and they don't have any internal information about the organization at all.

Duane smiled ferociously and said, "Yes, you can kill me at any time, but this yacht is full of people from the FBI. As long as you dare to do it, the FBI will be able to grasp your criminal evidence. Will come out as easy as ever."

"I missed one thing, I can kill you at any time, just let me do it myself... You are not qualified yet." Gin stood upright, the sea breeze blowing his long hair, and the overly long bangs completely covered his long hair. Eye pupils of blood, only that cold and unpopular voice is frightening.