I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Haibara Ai suddenly stopped talking and twitched her nose.

"...It smells so good." She said meaningfully after being silent for a while.

Dr. Li looked around in embarrassment, trying to find something that could be used to divert the topic - but failed, so he could only explain feebly, "Xiao Ai, I didn't steal the cake."

"Well, I know." Haibara Ai's face showed a soulless smile, "I will supervise the doctor more strictly in the future."

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Dr. A Li's head.

"So have you seen my pen? The light blue one." Haibara Ai looked around, her eyes suddenly fixed, "...What is that?"

Could this guy Kudo have some strange religious beliefs?

"Yes... it's a map." Conan said without confidence.

Haibara Ai looked at the piece of paper carefully, then gave him a pitying look, and said in a flat tone, "If you have something you can't think of, I recommend you go to a psychiatrist. Mental illness is not something to be seen. It is recommended to find out and investigate as soon as possible.”

"No!" Conan immediately retorted, "I'm just investigating something."

Haiyuan Ai raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Organization thing?"

Conan shook his head, "It's something else, but it's also very important."

"The current situation... Is there anything more important than organization?" Haibara Ai sneered, "Don't forget, no matter what kind of underworld, there is no danger of organization."

"Besides the organization, there are some things to be aware of," Conan argued, "such as Cyan Origin and the Rats, and Silver Spoon and Seven—oh, that map is his address."

Hai Yuanai opened her mouth in surprise, picked up the piece of paper and looked at it again and again, "...this thing?"

When Conan saw the so-called 'map', he felt helpless again, "Yes."

"Interesting." Haiyuan Ai smiled lightly, looked at the map again and put it down casually, "Then I wish you a successful investigation, great detective. If you see my pen, please call me."

"...Sigh." Conan watched Haibara Ai's back disappear from sight, "She is really difficult to serve."

"Xiao Ai is that kind of character." Dr. A Li said amiably, "Shinichi, are you really sure you want to go?"

"Well." Conan's mind returned to this matter, "The arms business of the rat group, and the killer business of Cyan Origin... are too dangerous."

He couldn't pretend he didn't know.

...

"I said, Conan-kun." I Dongzhe hesitated for a few seconds, "Actually, I think you'd better stay at home and wait for my news."

"Huh?" Conan looked up at each other with the football in his hand, and slid the skateboard under his feet, "But we're already here, aren't we?"

Tetsu Ito sighed.

To be honest, he didn't know why he agreed to Conan to take him to the scene of the conflict between the Rat Swarm and the Cyan Origin.

Is it because Conan is really mature like a child? Even so...

"You're still too young." Ito Tetsu said seriously, "What if something happens? There's no movement yet, this is your last chance to go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a vague gunshot in the distance.

"I can't leave now." Conan said very quickly, cautiously approaching the entrance of the alley, and looked out cautiously, "I didn't see anyone."

Tetsu Ito took a deep breath, "We'll stay here."

"But--"

It's really safe here, but at this distance, they can't see anything at all!

He also wants to take some pictures of their criminal evidence!

"No but." Tetsu Ito's tone was unquestionable, "If you want to collect any evidence, I want to ensure my own safety is the first priority."

Conan reluctantly admits he's right.

The last time I collected evidence, it was because I was too close that I was knocked unconscious by that gin... and was poisoned.

"Then stay here for now." Conan turned his head and stopped the movement over there, "They seem to... rarely use guns?"

Apart from the first shot, he heard no more shots. It seemed that that shot was only meant to mark the start of the fight.

"Although it's a bit remote, it's not a suburb after all." Tetsu Ito also stuck his head out of the alley and observed the seemingly silent abandoned factory in the distance, "They don't want to attract the attention of the police. However, it is also possible that a silencer was used."

"...Do we really have to wait like this?" After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Conan stood up a little irritably, "If this goes on, what's the point of coming here today?"

Tetsu Ito touched his chin. "The road outside is one of the closest to the city center. They may retreat from here. We might be able to photograph something by then."

"Well, what you said makes sense." Conan recalled the map and found that it was true.

Facts have proved that Tetsu Ito's decision was very correct.

"Shh..." Conan took a few steps back, picked up the camera quietly, and lowered his voice, "I think... I heard—"

Ito Tetsu covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, "Don't talk."

The footsteps were very close.

"...Ahem, you're walking too fast..." The people passing by the alley didn't even want to keep their voices down - after all, there's usually no one here, "I still have a wound on my leg."

"Ah, I'm sorry," the other said, in a weak voice, "but this injury on my arm is a little urgent."

"Let me see." The first voice paused for a while, "You... If you want to avoid sequelae, you can only go to Seven."

"So I'm in a hurry."

Conan was taken aback.

seven? He really is a doctor.

And Nan Ling is also a doctor... how can there be such a coincidence in the world. Could it be that they met because of this? colleague? Fellow? Did you work on a project together or something?

"I saw someone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I Dongzhe tried his best to shrink his figure a little bit, and said in an angry voice, "Quickly take a photo. "

Needless to say, Conan's camera already had quite a few photos that could be used as evidence.

But things didn't go so well...

"Look at what I found?" A voice came from behind Conan and Tetsu Ito. "One old and one young? Are you playing some kind of detective game?"

Conan's heart froze.

But that didn't stop him from reacting quickly.

He looked back and found that the other party's position was not very close to him.

The man was looking at them with interest, and the submachine gun in his hand was steady.

...why is it a submachine gun?

Similar complaints flashed through Conan's mind, he bent down in a fake fear, and activated the sneakers on his feet.