"How are you going to get the poison?" Standing outside room 301, Xingchen asked Conan, "Listening to your description, we have to deal with at least three people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What do you have a good proposal?" asked Conan.

Faced with the thick door and the vicious and murderous members of the black-clad organization inside the door, Conan couldn't think of a good way for a while.

"Break through wisdom with strength, break through head-on!" Xingchen is unusual, planning to use force to solve the problem.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingchen rang the doorbell of room 301, and it was too late for Conan to stop him.

"Oops, the black-clothed organization has a pistol, but here I am the only one who is considered a combat force, and the other can only be regarded as a burden, plus him, the battle that could have been won will also be lost, what should I do?"

However, Conan immediately thought about it and put his mind at ease.

According to experience, Xingchen is by no means an impulsive person, he values his life more than anything else, if he is not completely sure, Xingchen will never dare to rush directly into it.

Perhaps the stars had calculated that the best would be the case, and the members of the Black-Clad Order had closed the deal and had a fight with the giant who was more than two meters tall, resulting in casualties and even defeat.

If there were only one or two minor casualties left, Conan would have been able to control the situation with a watch-type anesthetic and a powerful athletic type.

Even in the worst-case scenario, Conan was confident that he could walk faster than the stars fled, and after thinking about this, Conan became very calm.

Shortly after the doorbell rang, a woman's voice came from inside the house, asking, "Who is it?"

As soon as Conan heard it, he knew that the owner of this voice was a fat woman who was a member of the black-clad organization who had abducted him from the Maori office and assumed the name of Edogawa Fumiyo.

"Who's who, of course, open the door!" Xingchen commanded at the opposite of his throat.

I really don't know where he got his confidence.

So far, Conan can only take one step at a time, and I believe that Xingchen will not joke with his own life.

To Conan's surprise, the door to the guest room was easily opened by the stars.

Is this the spell of the sesame open door? Is the Black Suit an idiot?

According to this plot setting, the members of the Black Suit should think that there are a large number of police officers outside the door surrounding the entire hotel, and the police are holding door knockers and preparing to forcibly break in, and the members of the Black Cloak should take up arms and make a final stubborn resistance.

I really don't know if the world is crazy, or if I'm crazy, Conan is completely messy.

Boldly walked into the room with Xingchen, and there were exactly three people in the room.

Obasan, who pretends to be Edogawa Fumiyo and wears a bat mirror, a man with a mask and sunglasses who is more than two meters tall and has a strong body, and a man with a mask who wears a black cape and a top hat.

"Haven't you surrendered yet?" Xingchen locked the door when he said this, and for the sake of safety, he even hung up the anti-theft lock.

"Yes, you surrender quickly! Conan continued as he said to the stars, "Wait, stars, why do you say 'you'? not 'you'?"

A bad premonition came over Conan.

"Haha, isn't it too late to find out now?" Xingchen took off his coat and put it back on again.

Xingchen took a black top hat handed to him by the masked man, and matched it with the black sweatpants he was already wearing. In an instant, the stars turned into a miniature version of gin.

"Let me introduce myself again, my name is 'Moutai', and I am a core member of the Black Organization, and I really want to thank you for your hard work in sending myself to the door - Kudo Shinichi. ”

"What? how is that possible?" Conan's eyes widened in disbelief, "No kidding, Xingchen, you're also a member of the Order, so who is the person who poured poison on me?"

Because Conan had secretly investigated Xingchen's file background beforehand, the first thing he thought of at the moment was that Xingchen was playing a prank.

"You're talking about gin and vodka! They belong to the action group, and I'm a senior member of the intelligence group. Well, that's the end of the flashbacks. Xingchen pulled out a pitch-black pistol from the waistband of his pants and pressed it between Conan's eyebrows, "Remember! Don't meddle in your next life, detective!"

I'm such an idiot, I knew I couldn't be superstitious about archives and stuff. Falsification of archival documents is not a problem at all for the average large organization.

Previously, by chance, Conan learned on the Shinkansen that the people who poured poison on him were called Gin and vodka, and now Xingchen said the code names of these two people, and Conan's last bit of luck was shattered.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the clear chill emanating from his skin, and Conan's limbs and mouth were restrained, and all that awaited him was to meet the bullet that was absolutely impossible to miss.

Faced with a desperate situation, Conan thought of many things.

Officer Twilight must be the head of the Black-Clad Organization in order to explain Xingchen's status in the Order and his reasoning abilities beyond ordinary people!

Dr. Asasa, although you have made a lot of garbage models, I still have to praise you as a genius scientist and thank you for the many detective props you have made for me.

Dad, Mom, help! I will never be naughty again! I must be a good obedient boy!

Uncle Kogoro, I'm gone, what about your business? Drink less beer in the future, and be kind to Xiaolan.

The most reassuring thing for me is you-Xiaolan, I'm sorry, I still haven't been able to say those three words to you personally.

Xingchen, I didn't expect me to end up in your hands......

Conan's thoughts ended there, interrupted by a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows.

"It hurts! Is this what it feels like for a bullet to go into the brain?" Conan rubbed his forehead with his hand.

A bright red liquid is left on the palm.

"Sure enough, I'm already dead, and it's impossible to survive after being shot in this part. Just as Conan was about to accept death, he suddenly realized, "No, this viscosity is not blood. ”

The blood stains on his hands faintly smelled of ketchup, and Conan subconsciously licked the "blood stains" on his hands with his tongue.

A little sour, a little sweet, it's really ketchup!

"Poof! I can't play anymore, I'm laughing to death, hahaha......" Seeing Conan, who had experienced death to life and was now at a loss, Xingchen finally couldn't help but bend down and laugh.

The masked man removes his mask, and behind the mask is a face that is more than 90% similar to Shinichi Kudo.

Edogawa Fumiyo took off his wig and the human skin mask on his face, and removed the bloated weight in his trench coat, revealing his originally sexy and bewitching devilish figure.

The two-meter-tall strong man also unbuttoned his jacket and poked his smiling head out of his "belly".