Conan Dressed As Gin

"Tell me the password! Are you really trying to kill my big brother?"

Vodka charged towards Belmode excitedly.

Belmod just glanced at him coolly, and said calmly: "Ah, didn't you know it in the morning? The mechanism is also activated by you."

When the vodka rushed in front of her, she simply punched.

Vodka collapsed while holding his stomach in pain, without any fighting power.

"Idiot." Belmod smiled half-smile.

The next moment, the sound of the passage opening sounded outside, and Belmod's expression froze.

As soon as I saw it, a young boy with a dignified expression rushed in—

Belmod looked surprised and was about to say something.

Conan only swept the room once, and ran to the water tank without looking back.

"…"

Belmod had no choice but to shrug and fold his shoulders to the side, ready to watch the show.

Conan couldn't believe what he saw.

He had heard this from bug/hearing/device before, but he always wondered, would Belmod really kill Gin? Why would a man who is so vigilant and defensive about Gin get caught? He must have a way to escape after the boss was caught, right?

All this is more and more hesitant and more and more compelled to believe as the eavesdropper/listener/device hears the news more and more.

Until... I finally saw the truth with my own eyes.

In the tank was indeed the man who had been with him for nearly a year. You can see through the glass window, the familiar face is full of pain, his eyes are blank, and he seems to be unconscious.

The most urgent thing is that he did not close his lips! Bubbles kept overflowing from his lips, all representing oxygen.

When the oxygen in Gin's body runs out, he's really going to die!

Fortunately, there is still a chance to rescue!

There was hope in Conan's heart.

He quickly looked at the water tank and found that the switch on the back of the water tank had been turned back to its original position, which was useless.

There are two large locks on the front cover. The reason why it is pointed out that it is a large lock instead of a combination lock, because the structure of this lock does not look like a simple combination lock, which can be hard destroyed if it cannot be unlocked.

The combination lock is 0-9. A total of two.

Conan thought urgently in his head.

No, even if there are only two, there are at least ninety answers that can be combined. Now there is no time to do one by one! But... there is no trace of the password that can be guessed at all.

What is Belmod's favorite number?

Or what password might the organization set?

birthday? Or programmatic? model of the vehicle? number plate? The style of the gun?

I don't know - these!

Conan tried to recall any relevant numbers, but in vain.

— No way, this lock looks solid, but try it out too!

Conan crouched down, turned the foot-strength enhancer on his shoe, and kicked hard at the interface between the lock and the box.

With a loud noise, Conan couldn't help screaming in pain, and squatted on the ground with his feet covered.

- What is this box made of? !

"Hey, Kudo, are you okay?" Heiji asked worriedly on the big screen.

Conan didn't answer, but turned to look at Belmod.

There is really only one way left at the moment, ask Belmode, the person who set the password.

But she clearly wanted to kill Gin, would she agree?

"Belmode, do you have to kill Gin?" Conan asked in a deep voice.

Belmod looked at the little boy he usually admired and smiled without saying a word.

It's true that she doesn't have a grudge against Gin, but Gin must die today.

Speaking of which...she was surprised when she found out that gin and "coolboy" were mixed together.

so…

"Sorry, coolboy." She gestured back.

Hattori Heiji also suddenly stuttered: "Kung, Kudo! Behind!"

What?

Conan suddenly felt ominous, and at this second, he didn't want to turn around.

But he still dragged his heavy legs and turned around. Then, his pupils suddenly contracted—

The familiar black-clothed man had almost no bubbles coming out of the corners of his mouth, and his absent-minded eyes gradually became hollow. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a relieved smile, a touch of tenderness.

It was as if he knew that Conan in front of him had done his best.

"No." Conan whispered.

Hattori Heiji's expression darkened on the big screen.

"No... gin."

Conan had never seen Jinjiu smile so softly before. That person was either cold or murderous, and at most he was usually stern. The one who praised him the most slightly curled the corner of his mouth, very cold and very powerful.

— but he would rather never see it.

Conan's mind was blank, he could only mechanically take a few steps forward to the water tank.

"Gin," he called again.

The man in black didn't respond.

"Gin... no!"

Conan's heart was clenched tightly, and despair filled the air.

The eyes that used to be cold in the past were completely empty, and the expression on his face was painful and gentle, and he was relieved.

The man in black will never come back. His eyes never gleamed again.

how is this possible!

Conan's hands and feet are cold.

But gin... really dead.

Right in front of my eyes, watching him die...

-I didn't have time to rescue him.

"hateful-!"

Conan screamed in pain and regret, slammed down the water tank, and lowered his head.

Gin... how could it possibly be dead?

…

At first, the black-haired man appeared in front of his uncle and Xiaolan in a way he had never imagined.

On the way to Dr. Agasa's house. He stared at himself in the car, and said from his lips with a sneer, "Shinichi Kudo."

Knowing his identity, he let go of himself and Haiyuan, and said that it was just to play a game. Then what was the training for so many times?

When Reiko Ito diverted his attention, he slashed down with a ruthless stick, and said with a sneer:

"No good Conan, today is Father's Day."

He taught himself marksmanship and skills without reservation.

His blond hair suddenly changed color, and although his face was as cold as ever, he couldn't hide his tiredness.

…

Gin seems to be ruthless, but he has never had a killer.

He always looks like he wants to kill someone coldly, but he always shows meticulousness and tenderness inadvertently in his gestures.

Such a person actually died like this... quietly.

Just a water tank, why? It's too funny.

Conan lay on the water tank for a long time.

He clenched the corners of the water tank tightly in his palms, and his heart was almost torn with such force.

In the water tank, the lifeless man in black just floated in the water with a smile on his face, which seemed to be eternal.

Outside the water tank, a crystal drop fell.

The author has something to say: I haven't thanked you for a long time again, and I've saved up to thank everyone!

Thanks for the mines of "Slaughter Sheng"!

Thank you "North King" for the mines!

Thanks to the two mines of "Liantianbai"!

Thanks for the "thousand miles" of mines!

Thanks for the two more mines of "Liantianbai"!

Thanks for the second mine of "Thousand Miles"!

Thanks for the "if" mine!

Thank you for the mines of "Papa Bear Fly"!

Thanks for the "white sugar" mine!

Thank you "Love Tianbai" for the grenade!

Thanks "white sugar" for the second mine!

Thanks for the third mine of "Thousand Miles"!

Thanks for the "preservative" mines!

Thanks to "ancx" for the mine!