I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Since this kind of thing happened, the rats must be able to investigate the murderer, right? He deliberately let Moro leave clues.

Even if Feather had misunderstood Moro's style, it was impossible for Mello not to recognize Moro.

Nan Ling was very curious about how Merlo would choose... But that is what will happen later.

He deleted Moro's email happily, and was going to go to DK to eat something while it was still peaceful.

However, his plan seems to have had a little episode?

……

Inside the station, Conan was staring at the corpse and thinking hard.

Forensic doctors have identified the cause of death of the corpse - there was an imperceptible pinhole on the side of the deceased's neck, and the cause of death was not any known poison, and the mechanism of this poison is still unclear.

This unusual way of dying made him feel a little familiar. But for a moment and a half he couldn't think of where he had seen something similar.

——After all, he has seen slightly more corpses and various ways of dying during this period.

Leaving no trace, poison with unknown pharmacology... Has Blue Origin ever used such a method?

Thinking about it carefully, the methods of those who are in the middle of the second disease are indeed different, unlike their old rivals, the group of mice, who use submachine guns uniformly. This possibility cannot be ruled out.

Conan stared at the corpse for a while, finally reluctantly admitting that he might not be able to find a similar scene from his stuffed memory for a while.

It would be great if he could, like Sherlock Holmes, clear out all the unnecessary redundancy in his memory.

Meanwhile, the police are conducting a search of the entire station.

Finding traces of terrorists is the second priority. They want to know if a bomb was really planted in the station.

Conan did not participate in the search for the bomb, but sneaked into the broadcast room.

The second broadcast was quite strange - the police had already checked it out and determined that the murderer was not there, why was the other party still able to broadcast his voice?

Taking advantage of the yawning of the guard at the entrance of the broadcasting room, Conan stepped into the house against the wall in a flash.

Standing in an inconspicuous corner, he first took a look at the environment inside the house——

The whole room looked very chaotic. It was obvious that there had been a fight before, but the process was overwhelming—the staff who originally worked here had lost their consciousness and had been moved outside by the police.

However, the police officers who guarded the broadcasting room after the first search were unharmed.

Conan was very curious to listen to their report to Officer Takagi - according to their description, not long after the first broadcast, they took over the broadcast room as ordered, and they didn't see it until the second broadcast. Any suspicious persons appear.

The second broadcast was actually done by a tape recorder left by a murderer.

Conan frowned, and while the police were not paying attention, he carefully checked the important evidence - of course, he was very careful not to leave any traces - the result was similar to what he expected: it was a very precise and unreliable evidence. The conspicuous instrument probably has a remote control function, which allows the murderer to remotely control the recorder to release the pre-recorded content as soon as he finds his target.

Because the structure is so delicate and the interval between two broadcasts is not long, the police did not find it at first.

Other than that, there is nothing noteworthy here, and the murderer is obviously careful.

Conan frowned and walked out of the broadcast room. Even if the busy police saw him, they unintentionally scolded him—the explosives disposal team hadn't arrived yet, but they had to do the work of investigating bombs.

Conan came to the monitoring room in the chaos.

——If there are any clues left, it should only be here.

But to be honest, he didn't have any hope for it.

As long as the murderer is not stupid, he will deal with the surveillance in advance. What's more, the one who committed the crime this time is a member of a criminal organization like Cyan Origin.

He should be more experienced.

However, before Conan entered the monitoring room, the sound of discussion inside broke his expectations.

But when he walked into the monitoring room and saw the object that the police were discussing, swaggeringly appearing in the monitoring, the previous doubts about the victim's death method were instantly resolved.

A new type of poison that he has never seen before, an unclear cause of death... He should have thought of it a long time ago—he only knows one organization that can use this technology!

Conan stared at the man in black hunting clothes with a flamboyant expression on the monitor screen, his sharp blue pupils flashed cold light.

Murder at charity golf...that was indeed a case that happened some time ago. But looking back now, it seems as clear as it happened yesterday.

And he found out at the time that the murderer he ran away in the end, he also remembered clearly!

It's not the origin of cyan... The connection behind this matter is even bigger!

Black Organization!

……

When the wind and rain were about to come, the M7 laboratory building was the same as usual.

173 was lying on his bed, looking at the light green ceiling above his head. Unlike his original cramped, dim room, the lights here were so bright that it seemed to burn his eyes.

It has been more than a week since the undercover police officer named Bourbon approached him.

He didn't believe the other party's so-called 'there is an undercover police officer in the laboratory building, this person will help him'~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But before his suspicions were fully formed, 173 was called away from the accident site. Find yourself transported to a brand new room.

This week, his life has changed dramatically from what it used to be - there are no more sudden experiments, the food has become significantly more nutritious, and the room has become like a place to live.

173 turned over, the quiet environment around him still made him a little uncomfortable, and he even began to miss the screams he could hear from next door.

That would at least make him feel that his life is still real, not like it is now...

He stared at a certain point in the void, sat up with a sullen face for a long time, and walked around the room with a little irritable footsteps.

According to the words of the white coat who brought him here, he seemed to have become a 'valued experimental subject', and the report showed that a drug named A had some strange effects on him, so he was arrested. moved here.

But 173 knew it was all bullshit.

Can he not be aware of his own body? This must have been made up by the "undercover police officer" who justifiably transferred his methods.

This is not without cost, but it gives 173 hope.

If he passed the information according to Bourbon's instructions, maybe he could really be rescued by the police!

Whether he is true or not? In any case, the previous situation could not be worse.

The corner of 173's mouth just raised a long-lost smile, but the door of the room was suddenly opened.