Gin leans against the door, looking relaxed and actually in a state of ready to do so.

Although the sound of the gunfire just now was drowned out by the sound of the train passing through the tunnel, he could still hear it.

Hearing the noisy house search next door, it was hard for him not to suspect that the Japanese police had finally decided to do something here.

After notifying the boss of the situation and applying for an early retreat, Gin opened the door.

The police officer who searched looked Gin up and down, and did not let people in to check, but took out his mobile phone, not knowing who to message.

Only after sending it did it look around the room.

"Your luggage is just a small bag? Can it be opened?"

When Gin heard the policeman's pretended application, he sneered in his heart and spit out two words:

"Empty."

Important things, such as guns, miniature bombs, gin never leaves him.

This backpack was only asked to be bought by the BOSS, and when it was said to be a commemorative photo, it looked more like a tourist.

Although Gin didn't understand why he organized a team building to make himself look like a tourist, he still bought it obediently.

The police pulled open to see, and there was really nothing.

"Did you just hear anything?"

"No, I'll get out of here when I'm done."

Gin shows the arrogance to the fullest, and there is undisguised malice in his eyes.

Just now he felt the vibration of his mobile phone, it may be a message from the boss, it should be arranged how to retreat.

The officer gave him a deep look, said nothing, and left the room.

As soon as the people left, Gin locked the door without hesitation, took out his mobile phone, and found that it was Bailey's news.

[Bailey: I heard you had a murder?] How does it feel to be a suspect in a case? Go back and pull a group and tell you what you think]

Gin closed his phone expressionlessly.

How did Baileys find out in the first place?

It seems that this guy is still too idle and doesn't need mercy, let alone help!

Call Cohen and Chianti back to training!

It wasn't until the police searched and the door closed again that Conan came back to his senses from his petrified state.

It turns out that Gin's private room is so close to his own private room?

Damn, I should have known he should have come over to check it out.

However, it shouldn't be too late now, if he's not mistaken, Gin's accomplice is over there!

Conan chased after the officer, and sure enough, in the other carriage, he saw Gin's three companions.

The two men and women, who looked like lovers, were approached by the police, looked a little flustered, and then quickly calmed down again.

"We've been taking pictures just now, and we haven't seen anyone passing."

Tita thought for a moment and picked up the camera on the table:

"Oh, by the way, we've been photographing, and we should be able to get a picture of the door."

The officer took it and found that the camera was two hours long, and it did hit the door.

Conan couldn't see the camera, but when he saw that Tita and the two were very talkative, he dared to ask a question.

"Big sister, why do you keep taking pictures?"

Tita crouched down and touched the little guy she fancied might become her next boyfriend:

"Because I wanted to take a set of artistic photos of the train in a private room at night, through the tunnel."

Conan sighed, "Is that photography also for souvenirs?"

"No, because I'm going to be contributing to an event called 'Me at Work,'" Kaluwa explains with a smile, so I'm going to shoot a little bit more and edit it."

"That's right."

Conan responded cutely, scanned the room with his eyes, and found that there was nothing special, so he walked out of the room.

At the door, another person who was eating at the same table as Gin was explaining to the officer.

Bai Chuan rubbed his eyes at night, looking sleepy-eyed:

"I have a habit of sleeping while listening to songs, but I don't have any

Hear something special. You can search as much as you want, but I only have two sets of clothes with me anyway."

Conan frowned, these three guys really don't look like members of an evil organization!

Don't......

This year, the members of the organization are also on vacation?

Gin is on vacation and runs out to play?

Conan shook his head, pushing the terrible thought out of his mind.

Forget it, let's solve the case first.

Since no one passed by here, there were only three suspects.

Conan stared at the wife of the deceased, the subordinates of the deceased, and Gin......

What a strange combination......

Conan's mind tilted for a moment, and he immediately recovered.

No, gin shouldn't be.

Conan ruled out the gin directly in his heart.

With the personality of that organization, it wouldn't be such a hassle to kill someone.

They are better at it, go straight to the door, make a small opening in the neck and bleed.

Or find the door and shoot it directly.

Or find the door and install a bomb that explodes as soon as the door is slied......

At the beginning, the bomb in the office was very probable......

Conan's thoughts went astray again, and he quickly tapped on his skull to pull his thoughts back.

The key now is to unravel the murderer's modus operandi.

Gin watched the group of policemen running around with a blank face, and after his observation just now, he found that the Japanese police did not seem to have any intention of arresting him.

This group of policemen is simply solving cases.

But the trouble is, he seems to be listed as a suspect.

Gin noticed the detective head running back from the boss car, and saw that he frowned and looked clueless.

This case won't drag on until tomorrow and delay the boss's travel plans, right?

Gin took out his mobile phone and gave a bell to two players who knew the plot: Takumi Funagi and Nessa Kaminomon, and directly checked the reference answer.

Officer Tamura, who had searched the room before, came to Gin again and asked unceremoniously:

"What are you doing at the time of the crime? Is there anyone who has a witness?"

Gin stared at him as if he were looking at a dead man:

"Nope."

Officer Tamura's back was cold, and his fingers tapped lightly on the notebook a few times:

"Watch your attitude! You guys, go to his room and search for any suspicious traces."

Gin was stunned, because Officer Tamura's actions were explained in the organization's code language:

[Don't shoot, your own people]

Gin:......

Thinking of the schadenfreude of that guy Bailey, he knew who the whistleblower was.

Was there such a guy in the intelligence network he had before?

Sure enough, when Rum left, he didn't give it all to him!

A thought floated in Gin's heart:

Rum wants to mutiny?!

It was then snuffed out.

If Rum had defected, the FBI wouldn't have been beaten into a dog, so it should have been what Bailey's guy did.

Gin directly called Officer Tamura, who was about to leave, and pointed at the deceased's subordinate with his chin:

"If you want to investigate the case, you might as well search his room, you should be able to find a disguise tool inside."

The subordinate immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "What are you kidding, how can I be a murderer."

Gin lit a cigarette, took a puff, looked at the guy who sabotaged the BOOS trip, and did not read the reference answer, but gave a reasonable enough excuse.