Gin sat in the Porsche, dozens of meters away, staring at the harbor with only a few lights, the long siren constantly echoed on the deserted streets, and four or five police cars drove into his field of vision and stopped at the various entrances of the port.

After another twenty or thirty minutes, the police officers who rushed into the cargo area walked out around Akechi Goro.

Akechi Goro's face was serious and heavy, and he kept talking to the police officers around him with his arms crossed, looking at the frequent nodding of the policemen, as if they were exchanging opinions.

The blood-stained women's pistol in his hand was carefully picked up by the police officer next to him and loaded into the evidence bag.

"Big brother, it seems that Kumel has handled it well." Vodka spoke, turning his head for Gin's next instructions.

Of course, they didn't stay here to watch the show.

Gin's emails have flown to various parts of Tokyo, and one by one the shadowy figures have set off to clean up the assets and traces left behind by Akemi Miyano, to ensure that the organization's presence in this matter is eliminated, and that nothing that should not be leaked out.

The reason why he stayed near the port was to observe the aftermath of Akechigoro's work.

Although this young man has been given the code name for a while, and his work ability seems to have been online, his main job is still to contact Bourbon, although he has also crossed paths with Gin several times, but Gin is never a person who listens to other people's judgments, and hearing is false, seeing is believing.

If this kid can't handle a corpse and arouses the suspicion of the police, then Gin will kill him directly on the spot before the police handcuff him away, saving him a special mouth.

However, this trial experience, Gin is still relatively satisfied.

He is clean and neat, his hands and feet are quick, and there are a lot of strange words, but his actions are very fast and effective, whether it is tracking the task or the last two shots in the unlit environment, he is remarkable.

The aftermath seems to have a good hand, looking at his appearance of being surrounded by the police, it doesn't look like the matter has been exposed and arrested, but he is like a talker, standing in the focus of his gaze, calmly directing something.

"It's kind of a little capable." Although it's a little more expensive - damn it, what kind of dross I learned from Bourbon, but it's still quite useful, and Gin no longer looks at Akechi Goro's kind of sassy bag that enjoys everyone's popularity, lights a cigarette, and raises his chin coyly, "Let's go, there's still a problem to deal with in the police station." ”

Vodka nodded, and slid the steering wheel away, away from the strips and pretentious Dogcoin colleagues who were still uncomfortable watching him from afar.

A low-key black Porsche pulls into a darkened street, while on the other side of the road, in the opposite direction, a little boy on a skateboard slides quickly across the empty sidewalk, staggers with a car with its high beams on, and rushes to the dock illuminated by the police lights.

Conan hurriedly scooped the dying skateboard into his arms and ran to the policemen, immediately noticing Akechigo standing in the middle.

This is the one, a little weird new detective, why is he ...... here?

The thought briefly slipped through his thoughts, and Conan had no time to think about these small questions, and his first attention was drawn to the clearer and clearer sound of the conversation.

“…… The entrances and exits of the port are monitored, so I can call them up, but anyway, I am sure I heard the sound of sniper shots...... Officer, you may not know the environment in which I grew up, and the movement caused by the guns, but I am still a little confident in my judgment. Akechi Goro solemnly folded his arms and repeatedly emphasized, "After discovering the bloodstains, I immediately called the police and conducted on-site evidence collection, and the camera has been handed over to you." ”

The inquiring policeman groped the back of his head with a headache.

They were officers from a nearby police station, and due to the population density, it was the first time that a violent incident involving a shooting had occurred in their precinct, and although they rushed to the scene as quickly as possible after receiving the police, everyone was jerky and confused about the flow of such incidents.

"Anyway, thank you for your help, Mr. Wise." The little policeman touched his nose and laughed awkwardly, "Because of the bloodstains found at the scene, we have already informed the officers of the search section, uh, it may be necessary for you to wait a little longer." ”

"I understand that it is very hard to work overtime so late...... Well? Where did this kid come from? Pretending that he hadn't spotted Conan approaching until this time, Tang Ze lowered his head and looked at the elementary school student standing next to the policeman, "It's so late, how can a child come to such a place alone?" ”

Everyone's eyes followed his words, and finally turned to Conan, who had unknowingly blended in.

If it weren't for Tang Ze, who was driving the map, clearly witnessing the scene of the Death God Tarot getting closer and closer, he might not have been able to perceive it.

No wonder the skill gives a "breath mask"...... In a sense, it's a great ability, Conan.

"Little brother, how did you get here?" The surrounding police officers came up one after another, and unconsciously switched to a clip voice facing the child, "Tell my brothers, what's your name?" Do you know where your family lives? ”

"Have you seen a young woman coming here? Around 20 years old, you may wear sunglasses or a mask. For the time being, I have no interest in continuing to pretend to be a child, and Conan, who has been looking for Masami Hirota for most of the day, eagerly grabbed the sleeve of a police officer, "I've been looking for her for a long time, she may be related to the 1 billion robbery, very important!" ”

Conan said such a mature sentence with this six- or seven-year-old face, which looked very disobedient, and made the policemen crouching around him laugh.

"Kid, are you playing a detective game?"

"Don't disturb my brothers' work, come on, let's go over there first......"

No one took what he said seriously, and some police officers told their colleagues to find some mineral water and snacks to see if they could take the child to the police station first and find his parents.

"Young women......" Only Akechi Goro, touching his chin and groaning, "If it's a young woman." Officer, can you bring me a few items I just collected? ”

"Hey, but ......"

"Let this kid identify it." Akechi Goro nodded firmly, "Since he can say exactly what the young woman in the sunglasses is, this kid probably really knows something, give it a try, anyway, I don't have a clue yet." ”

Conan, who was almost dragged away by the police, nodded again and again when he heard this, and ran behind Akechi Goro with a smoke, for fear that he would be accidentally pulled away by the enthusiastic police.

He looked up with some gratitude and glanced at Akechigoro.

Another detective who is willing to listen to children, sure enough, is better than high school detectives, and will not take what he says as a joke like those adults.

Akechi goro smiled kindly and gently at him.

The policeman who had gone to collect the things came back, and he hesitated, fearing that the bloody thing would scare the child, so he took out two things that were placed in the transparent evidence bag and showed them in front of Conan.

With the help of the headlights of the police car, Conan saw these two things clearly, and his face suddenly became ugly.

A pair of large sunglasses, and a pair of patent leather fish-mouth heels with a familiar style.

"Miss Masami......" Conan gritted his teeth, grabbed the evidence box in the policeman's hand, and jumped up to look at the box.

There was also a small pistol, a clumped fur coat, and a plain petticoat in the box...... The top was covered with blood.

The second chapter is still a little late, and the QAQ author hasn't eaten yet

(End of chapter)