Belmode really can't figure it out, assuming that this little ghost is really Shinichi Kudo, with his current strength, who gave him the courage to take the initiative to provoke Gin.

But Conan seems to be really about to do it.

"No, you must not let him get close to Gin's car..."

Gin is an extremely perceptive man.

Even if Conan is lucky not to be caught, he will definitely leave some marks on the car.

And if Gin finds out that someone has tampered with his car, he will definitely not give up.

"Wait!"

Thinking of this, Belmode immediately unbuckled his seat belt and hurriedly got out of the car to chase Conan.

And before leaving, she didn't forget to stop deliberately, and reminded Mao Lilan and Gray Yuan very solemnly:

"Don't get out of the car, and don't come along!!"

"Did you know?!"

"Uh—" Maori Lanna nodded.

And Belmode didn't have time to say anything.

Seeing that Conan's short figure had disappeared into the dense crowd of cars, she could only quickly catch up.

Soon, it didn't take long for Belmode to quietly chase the black Porsche 356A parked in the corner of the underground garage.

And Conan is really just like she feared, and is doing something to Gin's car.

He had already taken the lead and leaned next to the Porsche.

Seeing that there was no one in the car, Conan took out a small wire from his pocket and gently poked it through the keyhole, and easily pried open the car door.

Belmode has finally determined that this Edogawa Conan is Shinichi Kudo.

After all, an ordinary elementary school student would not have his eyes on Gin's car for no reason, let alone such a skilled lock-picking technique.

"I can't help it..."

Seeing that Conan had already gotten into Gin's car, Belmode knew it was too late to stop his death.

All we can do now is to drag Gin out of this car while he hasn't returned.

Then find a way to clean up the traces that he may have left in the car.

Doing so would have made Conan suspicious of her "Sister Chrissy", but Belmode had no choice but to do so, lest the detective kill himself and the people around him.

Belmode was thinking...

In the quiet underground garage, there was a clear sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer and clearer, and it was clear that they were coming this way.

"Someone's back?"

Conan poked his head out of the car nervously.

He scrambled out of the Porsche, trying to close the door and hide quietly.

But his movements are too slow, and the other party's pace is too fast.

Conan had just jumped out of the car and carefully closed the door when the man appeared.

"Gin..."

Belmode's pupils, lurking in the shadows, shrank:

It was the same gin she knew.

He wore a black top hat, a black trench coat, silver hair, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Hello? Kid, what are you doing next to my car? ”

Gin asked coldly.

"I...."Conan replied nervously, "I thought the car was beautiful, so I wanted to come and have a look..."

"Really?"

The tall man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly approached like a mountain.

There was an undisguised murderous aura in his cold voice:

"Then how did I hear it just now, it seems to be the sound of the door closing here."

"Did you leave my car door open?"

"This—" Conan became a little incoherent.

And Gin is even more pressed forward, with a suffocating oppressive force:

"Kid, you won't be in my car..."

"What did you do?"

As soon as these words came out, Conan couldn't hold back at all.

He seemed to know in his heart that his hands and feet would be discovered.

Therefore, seeing that Gin was about to approach him murderously, he simply let go of his hands and feet and decided to fight to the death.

I saw Conan suddenly raise his arm, point the watch dial that popped open at the oncoming gin, and quickly fired an anesthetic needle.

But it didn't work.

Gin reacts extremely quickly.

With a slight tilt of his head, he dodged the needle, which was so thin that it was difficult to catch.

And then, Conan didn't even have time to react...

Gin suddenly stepped forward, leaned over and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him from the ground:

"Imp... You were attacking me just now? ”

"It seems that you are really not some ordinary little ghost."

"Hmm..."

Conan was chained to his throat and hung in the air, unable to speak.

He could only wave his hands and feet wildly, struggling desperately.

And at this time, his hand inadvertently grabbed Gin's face.

Those fingers rubbed hard against Gin's face, and in the end, only a few shallow white marks were left.

"It's really gin..."

Seeing this scene, Belmode finally confirmed the identity of the man in front of him.

In fact, she felt that today's events were a bit strange from the beginning.

First of all, Gin shouldn't come to Lin Xinyi without saying hello.

Secondly, vodka, which is usually inseparable from him, did not appear at all at this time.

And then there's the coincidence that something instinctively doesn't quite quite happen.

But these small bugs can't match the role of "special effects".

After discovering that Gin's face was still in its original state after being scratched by Conan, Belmode could only judge that the man in front of him was not wearing a disguise mask.

This is not some trap set for her, the man in front of her is Gin.

And Conan also gave away the head very deadly.

He is now like a little sheep bitten by the throat of a tiger, and can only gradually die in that feeble struggle.

Gin shows no mercy, even though the other party seems to be just a child:

"Say—who sent you?!"

He pressed Conan firmly on the front lid of the car, and pulled out the Beretta 92F from his waist and pressed it tightly against Conan's head.

"I—" Conan was still incoherent and refused to say anything.

"Huh." Gin sneered: "Give you one last chance, say!" ”

The trigger was about to be pulled when he saw it.

"Wait!"

Belmode finally stood up uncontrollably.

Gin pressed Conan with one hand, and instinctively raised his gun with the other:

"Belmode?"

His face was still so cold that it was hard to read.

"It's me—" Belmode slowly stepped forward, pointed at Conan and said, "Gin, you let this child go." ”

Gin was silent for a while before he said coldly: "Give me a reason." ”

"There's no reason."

Belmode, of course, can't give a reason.

But she never lost in momentum:

"I hope you can give me a face and let this little ghost go."

"He's not going to have any impact on our organization."

"Really..."

Gin grabbed Conan's arm and looked closely at the watch in his hand:

"This kind of delicate little thing is not like a 'non-impacted' child can have."

"Belmode, you have a secret to hide from me."

He couldn't help but let go of Conan, but put the gun against Conan's head again.

Belmode's gaze suddenly became a little nervous.

"You care about him?"

Gin continued to release the chill with his paralyzed face:

"Belmode... You should know that the most I hate is those guys who eat inside and out. ”

"If you want to keep this imp, then give me a reason!"

"......." Belmode was momentarily speechless.

She really wanted Gin to shoot Conan, the teammate who gave away the head, now.

But no, Conan's life mattered, both for her and for the angel lady.

What's more, Maolilan is also in this underground parking lot now.

Wait until the gun goes off, so that Maolilan follows the sound and rushes over to see the scene of Conan being shot in the head by Gin... The situation is definitely going to get even more out of control.

The situation was so urgent that Belmode's mind was a mess.

Faced with Gin, who had already put a gun to Conan's head, she couldn't think of anything

"Since you can't explain, don't blame me."

Gin snorted coldly, and his fingers moved closer to the trigger again:

With a single snap, Conan's head blooms into a cluster of flowers.

In this air that was so tense that it was difficult to breathe, Belmode was caught off guard and faced with the most difficult choice of her life:

It's watching Conan die.

Or take that difficult step and completely turn your face with gin.

Everyone was waiting for her choice.

And after that brief dead silence, Belmode made her choice:

"Put down that little ghost—"

"Jean! Wine! ”

Belmode pulled out the small self-defense pistol from the lining of his trench coat.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at Gin.

Aimed at Gin's forehead.

Gin also seems to be keeping an eye on Belmode's every move.

Sensing Belmode's gun raised, the gun in his hand loosened slightly, relieving the tense air a little.

However, his voice was still so cold:

"Belmode, you're pointing a gun at me now..."

"Are you trying to betray the organization?!"

Gin finally asks this crucial question.

If the answer here is yes, it means that Belmode has really made up his mind to break with the organization.

If she can make up her mind, she is likely to fall into the abyss of light and warmth, and embark on the road of no return to obeying the law.

"I..."

Belmode fell silent for a long time.

This question is too difficult for her.