Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

"That's right, we can confirm it by reading the newspaper tomorrow..."

Amei nodded, but her eyes flickered, her face looked ugly and pale, and her tone was very uneasy.

"Do you have anything important in the safe house?"

Kishida looked at her strangely and asked puzzledly.

He didn't think that Mingmei would lose her composure to such an extent just because her safe house was burned. Moreover, she would be afraid of the organization, but her face would not be so ugly. The only explanation is that she still has concerns there.

"Well, the relics left to me by my parents are still in the safe house. But I didn't go back to get them, because I knew they would find it sooner or later. After all, things worth remembering are not as important as people who are still alive."

Amei bit her teeth lightly, nodded, and whispered back.

"If that's the case, why were you in such a hurry to go there just now?"

"My safe house is just an apartment. Although the building has only three floors, it is not just my apartment. Even if it is a little shabby, there are still many people living in the building. But now the fire...if it is really on fire there, if it is really done by them, then those people are because of me...I..."

Amei's speech is incoherent and disorganized. Even if her voice is very low, Kishida can hear that she is very excited and very scared.

She is not afraid of Gin and the organization, but she is afraid that because of her existence, the residents in the building will be indirectly killed!

Therefore, Akemi is anxious to go to the scene to see if the building is on fire, whether it is done by Gin and others, and if so, is there anyone in the building who did not escape and is trapped in the building?

"....I understand."

Kishida was silent for a moment, and then nodded with a slightly solemn expression, and then threw the car keys directly to her under Akime's puzzled eyes.

"There should be some food left at home. You two should go back and cook, and then wait for me to come back."

"Ah? No, I'll tell you..."

"Stop, I'll go take a look and then go home. It's easier for me to move alone. Okay, no more words, lest I accidentally set a flag by saying too much!"

Kishida waved his hand gently, and then turned and ran towards the fire under Akemi's hesitant expression.

Even if you go to the fire scene to watch the "excitement", it is estimated that some bored people will really go to watch, after all, eating melons and watching the excitement is engraved in the bones of most humans. However, Kishida still followed his intuition just now and did not choose to take Akemi and Huiyuan with them.

Amei looked at Kishida's back with a worried look, and a voice inexplicably rang in her mind:

"He left, and at that time, I don't know why I suddenly had a premonition, an ominous premonition that I would never see Kishida again..."

Huh! ? No! There is a sound! And...

Didn't Xiaolan laugh at herself in front of me when she was traveling in Izu last time, about the ominous premonition she had after parting with Kudo Shinichi at the amusement park that night? She even laughed at herself at the time that her premonition was quite accurate...

Just as this thought came to her mind, Mingmei shook her head suddenly, realizing that something was wrong, and glared at Huiyuan beside her fiercely, only to see that Huiyuan had just closed her mouth.

"......."

Mingmei looked at her sister dangerously, but didn't say anything.

"Hehe, I haven't forgotten that my sister didn't save someone just now."

Seeing this, Huiyuan shrugged and smiled casually.

"Xiao Ai, do you think it's time to joke now?"

Hearing this, Mingmei rolled her eyes and said unhappily.

"What else? What's the point of worrying? Besides, maybe it's just an ordinary fire?"

"........"

Mingmei shook her head speechlessly.

Even if it had nothing to do with the winery, the explosion just now clearly meant that this was not an ordinary fire.

"Okay, it's always right to listen to him. We just need to go back and cook. Oh, I thought we could go eat French food..." Huiyuan curled her lips and said firmly.

".....Okay, huh?"

Mingmei had no good idea, so she could only nod her head heavily and answer. However, the moment she lowered her head, she felt a hint of coolness and wetness on her thin neck. When she looked up, she saw a little drizzle falling from the sky.

It finally rained, which was great. I just hope it can rain a little harder...

Mingmei glanced at the fire in the distance, clasped her hands together, and prayed sincerely in her heart.

"Tick, tick~~"

The crisp raindrops fell on the ground, which sounded unusually beautiful in this quiet night.

Then, gradually, the raindrops, like needles and threads, densely scattered on the ground, slowly forming a semi-transparent net, trapping the entire world around it, like a clear and cold ink painting, but it is always incompatible with the blazing fire in front of him.

"Brother, the rain is getting heavier, but no suspicious people have been found."

In the building diagonally opposite the burning building, Vodka, wearing headphones and holding a telescope in his hand, stood in front of the French window, watching the rain falling and the fire burning outside from a distance. I don't know how long it took before he turned his head to look at Gin behind him and reported.

"Huh~"

As the curls of cigarettes rose, Gin took the cigarette out of his mouth, took a puff, and then said in a cold voice: "The weak rain will only slowly evaporate in the fire, and everything will be burned. We All it takes is time, vodka!”

It's over, the elder brother is saying these inexplicable "cold" words again...

As an idol nerd, Vodka complained inwardly, but on the outside he did not dare to slack off at all, and still responded respectfully: "Okay, big brother!"

Vodka doesn't dare to be disrespectful. Judging from his experience as Gin's younger brother for many years, Gin who can say these secondary sentences often means that he has a strong murderous intention in his heart!

Especially this morning, that damn traitor Yuan Jiaming disappeared under the surveillance of peripheral personnel of the organization!

The whole person disappeared without a trace, although according to the eldest brother's judgment from various traces at the scene, Yuan Jiaming should have been taken away directly by a person of unknown origin! !

When thinking about yesterday's incident in the Twin Towers skyscraper in Nishitama City, where the eldest brother felt that he was being watched, even Vodka felt that the only person who could do these things was probably the one who used to be in the organization, and He is as powerful as a big brother...

Because that idiot woman Miyano Akemi is dead, that guy will definitely come to Tokyo!

As for whether this mysterious person is Zhu Xingda, why he knows so much information, and what other information he knows.

Perhaps this is why the eldest brother chose to set fire and then blow up the safe house of a woman named Miyano Akemi...

Well, and regardless of whether this is useful or not, at least I can vent my anger?

Sure enough, the eldest brother is worthy of being the eldest brother!

Vodka used his few brain cells to think hard about Gin's purpose, and then he looked at Gin with great admiration.

"....Vodka!"

Seeing this, Gin glanced at him with a cold look, which scared Vodka and quickly turned around and continued to observe the situation outside.

Vodka will never forget the miserable end of the peripheral member of the organization who monitored Yuan Jiaming but acted inappropriately.

only....

Really, although there are quite a lot of people watching the fun, I’m not the only one squatting here, so why don’t I take a break?

Alas, the TV series Miss Yucheng Liuli just aired, I can only stay up late at night and watch the video tape. Fortunately, I have recorded it in advance...

Vodka picked up the telescope and complained feebly in his heart.

Why does he still wear sunglasses at night? Is it because he often has to get up at one or two in the morning to catch up on dramas due to the heavy organizational tasks?

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PS: I just realized that the day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year. As expected, there is no such thing as a holiday as a writer. Sometimes when I think back, I don’t understand why I insist on writing.

Obviously, fewer and fewer people are reading it, and the royalties are not that much. The income and contribution are completely out of proportion. I was once discouraged and wanted to be a eunuch, and then I wrote a new book, or simply closed the book or something, but I always asked myself to persevere. , just, very inexplicable...(????)