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Although he had waited in this building for so long, these were trivial things when he thought of the high pay, and the only thing that made him unhappy was that someone on the killer website had accepted the task of killing him. "Hmph, stupid guys, do you really think my white crow's name is called in white? A group of stupid guys, maybe they don't even know why I wear white clothes before the mission, and wear black clothes after the mission, the huge color difference between white and black will make people habitually look for white, ignore myself hidden in the dark and wear black, do you really think I'm stupid, hum!"

Watching the pedestrians coming and going downstairs with a sniper scope, you don't know yet, now your lives are in my hands, as long as I gently pull the trigger, you will go to hell, but you pigs are not worth the money of my bullets.

Behold, what a lovely child. At this time, the crow found a cute boy dressed in white through the scope on the sniper rifle, and the corners of the crow's mouth flashed a dangerous smile, and he really wanted to destroy this cute little thing with his own hands.

Suddenly, the cute little thing in his eyes smiled in his direction. Seeing this weird smile, the white crow was so shocked that he almost dropped his sniper rifle. "How is this possible, is it just an illusion, here is at least 600 yards away from that child, far beyond the perception of ordinary people, even S-class killers may not be able to feel it. ”

After a brief shock, the crow forced himself to regain his composure, grabbed a sniper rifle and tried to look for the child again, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find it, was it really an illusion.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

A fluttering word, into the ears of the white crow is no less than a thunder, pupils condensed and contracted, instantly turned the head of the gun to the back, yes, it was the cute child he just saw, the white crow felt that he must be dreaming now, just two minutes 600 yards away, and this is still a straight line distance, don't forget that he is on the building now, the normal distance is far more than 800 yards, what is this kid ........

"Who the hell are you?" the crow sniper locked tightly on the child in front of him, his trembling hands proving his mood at the moment.

"Oh, let's introduce myself first, my name is Maori Night, it's normal that you don't know me, uncle, but I know my uncle's Oh, C-level mission - kill the president of XX, the task reward is 5 million yen, recipient: white crow, white crow: B-class killer, likes to wear white clothes when committing crimes, and wears black clothes after committing crimes. Sniper range 700 yards........ My biggest hobby is to play with my soon-to-be-killed target like a cat and mouse......"

That's right, it was night that appeared here, and after he found out that he was being targeted by a sniper, he immediately found the sniper's position, and then approached quietly.

But this B-class killer is really a weak chicken, he is close to him to about a meter, and he hasn't found out that there is someone behind him, if he wanted to kill him at night, he would have died a long time ago, and he didn't kill him because he had a big heart at night, maybe he went back to his childhood, and now he has a very big heart, he wants him to experience the feeling of cat and mouse, but this time he plays the fearful, desperate mouse, and the night is having fun, but the white crow opposite is simply hellish torture.

After listening to what the night had said so much, the white crow was already on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't speak clearly. "You... You're the one who took on the task of killing me? or a kid? No, you have dwarfism?" he was terrified, thinking that he must have met an old monster, and his only hope was that he had robbed this sniper in his hand. "Even if you're a monster, you can't protect yourself from bullets. ”

Bang! Bang!

3 robberies in a row, stirring up countless stone fragments, blocking the field of vision, and making it impossible to see the situation in front of you. "Dead?"

"What do you think?" the voice of the night came erratically, and the white crow couldn't tell where he was, and shot around indiscriminately, but the more bullets hit, the more smoke and dust there was, the more he couldn't see the direction, the more panicked his heart became, and he could clearly feel the breath of death approaching him.

At this time, a black chopstick abruptly pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, and accurately inserted it between the crow's eyebrows. "Uh...."The white crow was killed by one blow, and before he even had time to say his last words, he died conscious and lay on the ground.

After taking pictures, he searched the body of the white crow, a sand eagle, a tactical dagger, and even hundreds of thousands of yen in cash, and the sniper rifle was quickly disassembled and packed into a box, and the gunfire had attracted a lot of people, I believe that this place will be blocked by the police for a while, and you must leave as soon as possible.

Sure enough, not long after leaving at night, several police cars came at the same time, and the whole building was the main group, but fortunately the night was fast, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble to go now, and the night hates the trouble.

On the other side, the murder in the art museum is also coming to an end, and under a series of reminders from Conan, the case is already very clear.

Conan thought to himself, "The murderer is not Mr. Kuwata, but how can I let my uncle know? Holding the navigation map, Conan said anxiously: "Toilet, toilet, I can't hold it anymore." Like a flea, he jumped up and down in front of the old curator: "Where is the uncle's toilet?" “

"Oh, the toilet, go out of this room and turn left on the stairs, and go down the stairs to the end. Curator Luohe pointed to the door of the room and said.

"The mouth said I don't know, you help me draw on this. Conan handed over the navigation map and asked the old curator to draw on it.

The old curator took it with a smile, took out a ballpoint pen and was about to draw, "Ah" suddenly thought of something, his pupils contracted violently, and cold sweat couldn't stop popping out on his face. "What's wrong with you, uncle, did you know that the ballpoint pen couldn't write before you even wrote? Conan feigned doubt.

"Can't write with a ballpoint pen?"

"Wait a minute, if you hit the ballpoint pen in the boss's hand, you can't write. Maori took out the evidence note from his bosom, "Then this note with traces should be a ...... White. ”

"Hey......." Conan turned into a beanie eye, "you see if there are any strange marks on it." Conan said, pointing to the note.

"Ah, that's ......"

"That's right, that mark is the mark that you want to draw off with a ballpoint pen that you can't write. ”

Curator Luohe looked at Conan with a shocked face: "Ah, this kid. ”

"That's right. Kogoro clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it on his left hand: "If the murderer at that time said to the victim, the name of the murderer was written on the note behind you." Then when the boss saw a name different from the murderer, he naturally wanted to erase it, but he couldn't write with a ballpoint pen....."

"It's no wonder that the boss of Zhengzhong would throw away the pen that he couldn't write at that time. Officer Mumu added.

"That's right, the murderer uses a silent video recorder and an inkless pen to induce us to reason wrong, which is the trap set by the murderer. Ahaha!" Kogoro laughed smugly, thinking he had solved the mystery. "But the pen you found now can write normally?" said Officer Mumu suspiciously.

"Officer Mumu, when you pick up the ballpoint pen, the tip of the pen must have been withdrawn. Conan continued, "Mr. Centrum on the VCR probably won't have time to retract the nib. ”

"So this ballpoint pen was replaced by the murderer later?" Mu Mu said, "At that time, he must have been careless, and the tip of the pen was put down before it was turned out." ”

"In this way, if you have a ballpoint pen that can't write now, you are a prisoner, and it is the director of Luohe, and the prisoner is you, isn't it. Kogoro looked at the old curator and said, "Then can I ask you a question now." Where were you when the murder happened at half past four? ”

"At that time, I was waiting to meet with an important person, a demon with a fallen soul, I thought he was hopeless, I hid in the armor, and then the rest was like what you see........" Director Luohe recounted quietly.

"Ah, curator....." Sakashima on the side looked at the old curator in disbelief, and couldn't believe that the usually amiable curator Luohe would be the murderer.

"So, the composition of the heavenly punishment? Is it a coincidence? Officer Mumu then asked.

"It wasn't a coincidence, it was a lot of contact until it was perfect on the video camera. Director Luohe said.

"So, what about the so-called moving armor that the security guards saw?" said Kogoro in surprise.

The old curator raised his head, closed his eyes and said very calmly: "Maybe you think it's stupid, everything is done to get rid of the boss of Zhengzhong, because he is selfish and wants to destroy this sacred museum, so I want to get rid of that demon, he doesn't want to take away the art from me like his own child." And" Director Luohe looked at Wata, who was full of fear, and then said: "There is also Wata, who casually sells art works, and I will punish you too." ”

"Curator Luohe, this is not the same as painting, you have also been punished by God. Kogoro retorted.

"No, no, just like the painting, although the demon was killed by the righteous knight, the knight was also baptized by the evil bloodstains, which means that he himself was also polluted by the demon. "There was silence for a long time. "I'm a murderer anyway, and now I'm the embodiment of evil, and no evidence can escape that little eye of justice. “

"Eyes of Justice?" said Kogoro and Mumuku at the same time.

The old curator said and bent down to look at Conan: "Children, you don't have to go to the toilet now." Conan was surprised: "Well... Yes!"

"Hahaha~~~!"

This is destined to be a sad story, and this is a large part of the reason for the night in addition to the mission.

When Maori returned with little Ran Conan, he had already returned home at night, and the sniper rifle he had found had already been hidden in his room, and the sand eagle and the tactical dagger had been left on his body.

"Sister Xiaolan, you're back, drink a glass of water. Xiaolan couldn't find the night when she left, and she was quite angry in her heart, thinking that she must give the night a color when she got home, but as soon as she entered the door, she saw the lovely night, and she was obediently holding a glass of water, and the anger that had been pent-up along the way was all gone, and all that was left was the love for the night.

"Cut.... This abominable imp. Conan and Kogoro rolled up their dead fish eyes at the same time to look at the night.