The old building of the Kabido Hotel is not too high, at least it gives Gin plenty of patience to search layer by layer.

Belmode and Spritz were still trapped in the lobby by the annoying group of cops, although Gin contacted quite a few of the perimeter members in time to help.

But at least now, he is the only one who has the qualifications and ability to search for Shirley.

Gin grinned, impatiently kicking open room door after room.

After the relocation of the Hotel to the next door with a better environment, this old building has been playing its last function as a warehouse, and there will be no one in the ordinary world.

And after Pisk used this place as the site of the assassination plan, he used his influence to empty the place

It also took a lot of the burden off Gin's search, at least he didn't have to worry about Shirley and her accomplices hiding among passers-by.

Heavy snow and the sound of the wind serve as the background color against the cold and efficient movements of Gin, and soon Gin is on the top floor.

And then you go up to the rooftop...... Did Shirley hide on the rooftop?

It's ridiculous...... Trap yourself in a place where there is no place to escape, and it is even very convenient for snipers to control the field.

Have you reached the point where you are in a panic?

Gin knew Shirley all the time about his fears, and he sneered twice before picking up a brown hair from the ground again.

…… There was enough Shirley hair found today, and instead of leaving it behind, Gin disdainfully threw it aside.

In such a relatively public setting, even Gin can't tell if the hair is really left by Shirley.

But it doesn't matter, the building has been cordoned off, Shirley can't escape her pursuit no matter where she is, and Gin doesn't mind wasting a little of her time.

He looked up the last flight of stairs to the rooftop and adjusted his position with his gun.

A few cardboard boxes were casually discarded at the crossings of the stairs, and Gin went up and kicked them like those children who were tired of walking down the road.

While the cardboard box wasn't enough to hide an adult, the cautious Gin said he didn't want to give up searching any corner.

Anyway, there is enough time to take your time, Gin thought to himself, with a bit of cat and mouse taste.

And just as he was about to inspect the other cardboard boxes, a black figure flashed by at the entrance of the stairway leading to the rooftop.

Gin subconsciously raised his hand to shoot, but unfortunately the figure that flashed by was a little faster than Gin imagined.

The shot hit the wall without success, ricocheting off the entrance of the stairway.

Gin furrowed his brow, then quickly relaxed again.

He didn't bother with the inconsequential cardboard boxes, straightened his clothes, and raised his legs to walk towards the rooftop while contacting the sniper to adjust his position and focus his eyes on the rooftop.

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Pisk had been trapped in the hall for more than an hour, and he looked at his watch with some anxiety - it was the only device the suspects were allowed to be left behind.

He continued to pressure the police along with several other celebrities, trying to leave the place earlier to check on his exploits.

He didn't want his credit to be divided among his fellow members of the organization who were of no use at all...... If he could, he would prefer to have the benefits of this merit alone.

But...... It seems that this group of police officers is investigating their purple handkerchiefs?

Pisk suddenly remembered the organization accomplice who had picked up his handkerchief before, and there were some doubts in his heart.

The purple handkerchief they used to cover up the muzzle had been taken away by their companions, so why did this group of policemen use purple handkerchiefs on a whim to identify the murderer?

Could it be that something happened to the peripheral member when he tried to take the handkerchief...... Instead, the hyena-like detectives noticed something unusual?

Peripheral members are peripheral members, and they really don't come in much use.

Pisk looked at the circle of celebrities around him, and randomly picked a famous writer who didn't seem to be clearly aware of the situation, and just casually stuffed the purple handkerchief that was a key task in his pocket.

He gave full play to the acting skills he had worked on at the grassroots level of the organization, pretending to be a little powerless because he was too old, and bumped into him lightly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't seem to be able to stand ...... just now," Pisk bowed slightly apologetically at the innocent passerby, and then deliberately pointed the finger at the police.

"You cops can't find the real murderer, how long are you going to keep us here?"

"I'm that old...... There's still business to take care of in the company, so I can't stay here for too long! ”

The writer who passed by didn't react to what was happening at all, thinking that this big boss, who was quite famous in the financial world, was just trying to find an excuse to challenge the police.

"Yes! In my opinion, the death of Councillor Swallow was just an accident, so you better let us go quickly......"

Equally anxious to leave, he followed Pisk closely, completely unaware of what was missing in his arms.

Belmode, who was bored on the sidelines, noticed Pisk's actions, but she was still thinking about Spritz's handle, and she didn't pay much attention to this little thing.

Toru Amamiya hid in the corner and pretended to be in a daze, and then grabbed a passing imp and asked about the current situation with Conan and Gray Hara.

Sister Akemi, are they trapped in the next building now?

I seem to have to find a way to lure them away......

Toru Amamiya looked at the group of policemen in front of him who were still dutifully making notes for the suspects one by one, and he was a little nervous.

Of course, he was now under the watchful eye of Belmode, and of course this kind of deliberate behavior to cause chaos in the organization could not be too open.

Toru Amamiya could guess that his hasty lies had probably made Belmode wonder if he was hiding something.

You may need to keep a low profile now, but that doesn't make much of a difference.

Isn't there a Conan standing by downstairs?

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Conan sat in Dr. Asasa's Beetle, listening to the movement on Ashbara's side with detective glasses on, while pondering the truth about the death of Councilor Swallow.

Ash and the mysterious rescuer seemed to be hiding from Gin, and the world was almost silent except for the occasional footsteps.

Conan was afraid that his rash voice would interfere with the hiding of the Gray Plains, so even if he didn't know anything about the situation on the Gray Plains side now, he didn't dare to ask about her side.

And the reasoning about Pisk Marisa here has also fallen into a bottleneck for the time being.

The only evidence in Conan's hands now is a purple handkerchief that smells of gunsmoke and a fragment of a chandelier lock coated with fluorescein.

The approximate modus operandi Conan had already guessed.

While the director was playing the slides and the hall was dark, he used a pistol that finally had a silencer to break the fluorescent-coated chains of the hanging art lamps.

In this way, the art lamp fell in the darkness and smashed the mouth-swallowing councillor to death, creating the illusion of an accident.

Reasoning further, Conan can also guess that the reason why Councilor Swallow suddenly escaped from the police and came to the art lamp may have been coerced or instructed by the black-clad organization in advance.

Otherwise, there is no need for the Swallowing Councillor to get rid of the police at this time and put himself in danger.

But there's not much point in just guessing the modus operandi.

I don't know who the killer is, and there is no sufficient evidence to confirm everything I guessed.

All my current reasoning is almost empty talk.

Over and over again, Conan draws in circles across his detective notebook, stringing together all the clues he has now, trying to discover connections he hasn't discovered.

At this moment, Dr. Asa suddenly patted Conan on the back, waking him up from the world of reasoning.

"What's wrong? The Doctor ......" Conan looked at Dr. Asasa with some blankness, and in the direction of Dr. Asasa was pointing an orange cat tapping on the car window.

"Cats? I guess somewhere the stray cat came from......"

Conan is still not completely out of the world of reasoning, there are too many things happening today, and Conan is almost a mess in his mind now except for the clear idea of reasoning.

"The cat seems to have a note in its hand, so I'm wondering if it's someone who is sending you a message."

Dr. Asasa explained, opening the window to let the chubby orange cat into his Beetle cart.

The orange cat obediently put down the note in his mouth, and Conan unfolded him suspiciously, his face frozen.

The situation was a little more urgent than he had imagined, and now he might have to give up on Pisk's capture for the time being.

Now I have to find a way to save Gray Yuan Wai first.

He adjusted the tie-type voice changer on his chest, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Officer Twilight's number.

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In the lobby that was temporarily requisitioned by the police, Officer Twilight received a call from Kudo Shinichi in a daze.

I don't know how Shinichi Kudo knew, but there seem to be a lot of dangerous people mixed in the low building of the old building next door, and some people are trapped inside.

Officer Twilight looked at the seven suspects in front of him, who had stopped and asked to leave, and thought about the innocent passers-by on the other side who were trapped in the building by dangerous men with guns.

He decided it would be better to save people first.

These suspects have all been registered, and if Kudo Shinichi or Toru Amamiya get further clues afterwards and deduce the real murderer, they can also come to the door again to arrest them.

After all, the innocent passers-by on the other side can't be ignored, if there is an accident on the other side because of their momentary hesitation.

Officer Twilight's heart sank, and he quickly explained a few words to several of his capable subordinates, and strode out of the lobby of the Cuphu Hotel.

Seeing the departure of the police department, the celebrities also began to shout about leaving as if they saw hope.

The policemen, who had been instructed by the boss, also expressed their willingness to take a step back, and those with purple commemorative handkerchiefs could leave first.

The corners of Pisk's mouth hooked, and he took out the purple handkerchief he had just brought with him, and left the hall smoothly, rushing towards the old hall.

Belmode and Toru Amamiya followed him unhurriedly, though they both had their own agendas.

But they have reached a certain level of consensus and have no objection to one thing, and that is to find a sufficiently hidden place to execute Pisk.

Although Pisk has not yet shown signs of being exposed, his performance in this mission has stepped on the bottom line of being executed.

Of course...... This bottom line was determined by Spreez, who was in charge of the audit during this mission.

Toru Amamiya didn't intend to just let Pisk go over to Shirley and cause more trouble for today's already troublesome incident.

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Gin strode onto the rooftop, the wind and snow still did not stop, he glanced to the side of the rooftop, and the vodka downstairs was still dutifully sticking to his post in the wind and snow.

Although a lot of the time vodka is stupid and even often does a little stupid thing because of being clever.

But like sticking to his post and making sure no one can jump from the window to the other floor, Gin believes that vodka can still do it.

Gin looked back at the rooftop in the snowstorm, where a woman in black stood in front of him.

Although Shirley was not here, which inevitably disappointed Gin, Gin was not worried that the traitor would take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

As he searched the building floor by floor, the outlying members of the Order had stubbornly blocked every exit from the building.

And the window that allowed Shirley to escape to another building was also guarded by vodka, and the almost foolproof situation made Gin feel a rare pleasure.

"It's so beautiful to see it......"

"Snow fluttering in the wind in the dark, with blood about to drip on it......"

"Although in order to avoid the pursuit of the Order, Shirley has approached you and tried to seek that insignificant refuge."

"However, this does not prevent me from catching you here, interrogating all the information in your mouth in the most cordial and friendly way, and finally sending you to the deepest hell......"

"Really, ma'am?"

Gin chanted in a tone that sounded like singing, curling the corners of his cold mouth.

It's just that while he is flourishing in poetry, Gin has not forgotten his purpose.

Almost as soon as the last word landed, Gin pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The need to torture intelligence and shoot are not in conflict, and the premise of arresting people is to ensure that the enemy has lost the ability to resist.

With the experience of the previous "clown", Gin does not underestimate the force value of the members of this organization.

Not as Gin expected...... The woman did dodge his first bullet.

…… Gin has seen several of these bullet-dodging characters, so Gin is not surprised.

After all, it takes time to shoot and aim yourself, and the muzzle change will leave plenty of time for opponents with high force points to react.

Undeterred, Gin grabbed her attention with his words as he shot at the woman in front of him in succession.

Before becoming a model worker, Gin was also one of the most famous killers in the organization.

Years of blackmail did not rust his skills, and he controlled the muzzle of his gun with precision, using bullets to force the woman from getting close to him.

"Speaking of which, why are you the only one here, and where is that traitor?"

"Could it be that you're here to get my attention, and you want to sacrifice yourself to help her escape?"

Gin fired another shot, and he was almost used to the speed at which the woman was dodging, the bullet almost grazing her shoulder.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry to tell you that your calculations have failed."

"This building is already surrounded by us."

"Do you want to be caught right away? That might add some less wounds to your body......"

The more time it was time to harvest, the less impatient Gin became, like a hunter who was good at hunting, waiting for the woman in front of him to make a mistake.

He is patiently creating the best sniper opportunities for the snipers.

She was able to dodge bullets from her pistol...... Will she be able to dodge the sniper's bullets?

Heh, Gin sneered.