Chapter 87

Today is Sunday, and elementary school students don't have to go to class.

Conan was at the Maori Detective Agency at this time, several L streets away from Kudo's house.

Okiya told him about the delivery.

Conan didn't care at first, thinking that it might have been sent by that classmate.

Until—

"Who's the sender?"

"A man with the surname Kawashima."

Who?!!!

Conan jumped up from the couch and startled Kogoro Maori.

"Stinky little ghost, surprised! Don't you know that I was almost killed in the sea with the cruise ship last night?! ”

Conan said "I'm sorry uncle" as he put on his coat and rushed out.

Mori Kogoro followed behind and asked, "Where are you going?" Xiaolan is almost ready for dinner! ”

The stinky imp had already picked up his skateboard and pedaled downstairs, and the voice came from the narrow stairwell, "I'm going to Dr. Asasa's house to play, and I'm not coming back tonight." ”

Conan is riding a solar-powered skateboard.

When he opened the door, Okiya had just finished brewing coffee, and looked at him with a surprised look on his left hand with a cup, "Why did you come here at this time?" ”

"Where's the courier?"

The stinky kid had a serious face.

He felt that Kawashima Ezaki was the kind of person, Zhong Wuyan had nothing to do with Xia Yingchun, and since he had something to give him, it must be an extremely important thing.

Okiya pointed to the cabinet.

Conan tiptoed it down, a deflated document bag, and said that there was nothing in it that anyone believed.

He tore open the seal, put his hand in, and in silence, took out two tickets with the words "XX Concert" printed on them.

Conan:......

Okiya Pleiades crosses Jiro's legs and drinks coffee: Watching the play jpg

Probably the sniper has a good eyesight that can be called an eagle's eye, even if the two of them are four or five meters away, Okiya can still see clearly, "Two tickets? Is this a hint that you should bring your girlfriend on a date? ”

Conan: "...... Probably. ”

"Oh—it seems that this sender is a rather delicate friend, but you seem surprised, do you think 'he' will send you something else?"

"Him?"

"Girls don't send you concert tickets. Or two. ”

Conan: "......"

That's true, but he can't tell Okiya: yes, this guy is a impersonal bastard police officer, and he can't even resist Agent Judy being shot and killed, right?

And the undercover identity of the police also needs to be kept secret.

Although he believes that Shuichi Akai is credible, he cannot gamble with the safety of other people's lives.

Conan didn't speak, the pink-haired graduate student shrugged his shoulders, and he had no desire to continue to investigate, compared to the fact that Conan was in contact with someone in private, he was more like figuring out who the "little patrolman" who was neither friend nor foe was.

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In late autumn and early winter, the cold air lingers.

By the end of January.

The snow season finally stretches south from Hokkaido, crossing the Tohoku region to the Chubu and Kanto regions. A light snowfall fell in a coastal city in southern Japan for several days, and as far as the eye could see, the whole of Tokyo turned into a cold blanket

White Place.

"Ah, it's cold! ()”

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Yuan Tai said, running to the snowdrift on the side of the road that was not swept and pinching the snowball, "Let's have a snowball fight, the exercise will not be cold, hey, hey, hey, hey." ”

After saying that, a snowball flew towards Mitsuhiko.

Mitsuhiko immediately dodged sideways, and the snowball smashed into Ayumi's face impartially.

"Ahhh Motota! ”

The three of them ran in front and started a scuffle, Conan and Gray Yuan Ai were like two big parents, one in the pocket and the other in the pocket, walking silently.

Elementary school students are just full of energy.

Unlike him, last night my uncle stayed up late to watch foreign horse betting competitions, and he didn't sleep well all night, and he took a day of elementary school classes, and now he is sleepy.

"Grayplain, you keep an eye on them, don't let them hit people or run into the driveway."

Conan's eyes drooped sleepily.

Unable to receive an answer from his companion, he looked over with a strange expression and saw that the brown-haired girl had stopped and fallen behind, her eyes full of fear.

"Gray Plains, what's wrong with you?"

"That person ......"

Conan: "What? ”

"G's car!"

Gray Yuan didn't understand why Gin was always in this area now, and she had already bumped into it twice in a row, or should she really consider the witness protection system that Judy said to prevent the organization from harming the people around her?

Calm down for a while.

In Conan's concerned eyes, Gray Hara finally came back to his senses and described the scene he had just seen.

"I just saw a man come out of the convenience store and get into Gin's car."

"Ahh

Conan took out his phone and rummaged through the photos Kawashima Esaki had taken before, "Is that this the person?" ”

Gray Yuan looked down.

It was a photo taken in a cat café, the store was nicely decorated, clean and tidy. The warm yellow light shone from the overhead, which was clearly the top light of death, but it did not have a negative effect on the man's face.

He is taking a selfie, and mainly taking pictures of the handsome golden-eyed cat in his arms, his face only appears in the upper right corner of the photo, tufted by matte black cat hair, and looks like a kaolin flower.

"It should be him."

Odd.

What did Kawashima Esaki do when he went out with Gin again.

Got a mission again?

No matter how you think about it, he doesn't feel at ease, and he finally happens to bump into the organization's action, and he doesn't want to let go of even if it's just an inconsequential matter.

Conan calls Dr. Asa to drive over.

He also asked the three children who ran a long way away from the snowball fight to pay attention to safety and go home by themselves.

Gray Yuan looked at him contacting the man in the photo, and asked him about the purpose of the organization, pursing his lips, "You want to go along?" ”

"Yes."

Conan knew that Gray Plains had a psychological shadow on the people of the organization, and he was not ready to call her along, "You go back too, I won't do anything dangerous, just take a look." ”

Results five minutes later.

The brown-haired girl had a cold face, one hand propped up on the car door, looking out of the car window at the street, her mouth was still counting, "Why do you have to contact the organization, you can't imagine how terrible they are, if the other party detects, everyone will be implicated because of it." ”

Conan: "...... So you don't end up getting in the car. ”

"Huh? I just want to stare at you and stop you. ”

Dr. Asasa's car is a cute yellow Beetle antique, and to be honest, no one would be suspicious of it.

They chased after Gin on the road he had left, but they didn't see the familiar Porsche 356A.

Conan's question to Kawashima was not answered.

The bastard only smiled back, "It's not a big deal." Just go to a place and kill corrupt villains. ”

There is no undercover agent who does not kill.

How can a harmless member who has never killed anyone and committed a crime gain the trust of others?

Even researchers like Shiho Miyano have developed poisons like APTX-4869 and have indirectly borne many lawsuits.

"Shinichi, where the hell are we going?" Dr. Asa wandered around aimlessly, "If you drive any further, you'll be in Kakudo City." ”

Inspiration flashed.

"Kakudo City!"

He suddenly thought of the bribery incident of Shigehiko Swallow, which was quite popular some time ago, "There is a memorial service for movie superstars at the Cup Hotel tonight, and it is said that many celebrities from film and television, economic, and political circles participated. If it were him, he would go! ”

Conan glanced at his phone, and the timing was just right.

"Doctor, go to the Cuphu Hotel!"!

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