Half an hour later, when Kogoro Mouri and Air Force Conan returned, they found that the three little ones in the villa had disappeared.
"Why are they all gone? Is there a bad guy?" Mao Lilan asked worriedly.
Mouri Kogoro glanced at the neat furniture and the schoolbags placed at the entrance, and said boredly: "They must have gone to play nearby. Don't worry about them. When you are hungry, you will know when you are back..."
"That's not necessarily true..."
Conan's serious voice came from the living room. At this time, Conan was already holding the code paper left on the stool.
"The three of them were sneaking around just now, and this was probably what they were discussing..."
"Judging from the computer book left nearby, this should be about computers... It should be the password for the keyboard. The content of the password is..."
Within half a minute, Conan translated the secret code content, which surprised Mouri Kogoro and Maori Lan.
But Conan had already speculated that the three little ones might be in danger based on the location prompted by this code and some doubts about the car accident just now.
"The three of them should have gone to the murderer who just knocked over the car!"
Faced with the danger of the three little ones, Conan stopped pretending and expressed his conclusion.
"What!" Maori and his daughter exclaimed at the same time.
Conan had already turned on the command mode and said loudly: "Sister Xiaolan, call the police first, Uncle Maoli start the car, let's chase them quickly!"
"What on earth is going on?"
Mouri Kogoro, who was standing at the entrance door, was still confused about the situation, but Conan had already rushed into the passenger seat of the car.
"It's too late to explain, get in the car quickly!"
...
The three little ones followed the prompts on the code paper and arrived at the target location, only to find that it was a factory. They were a little disappointed.
"Can there be treasures in this?" Yuantai asked.
"...I don't know either, I'd better look around..."
Under the leadership of Mitsuhiko, the three little ones came to the only factory building with a door bolt hanging in the middle and started to take orders.
And Fujiwara, who just drove the car back to the factory with a simple version of vodka, also saw the three little ones sneaking around in front of the factory.
hateful! How did a child break in here?
If others knew about this place, I would definitely not be able to eat and walk around...
Knowing that the organization was ruthless, Fujiwara hurried back to his room, took out the troll from the cabinet and walked out.
During this time, the three little ones had already worked together to open the door latch and see what was going on inside the factory.
"Wow——"×3
In front of you, top-notch luxury cars with shiny paint are neatly arranged, with various flying figures, horses, and shields... marking the high prices of these cars.
"These cars seem to be very expensive..." Yuanta sighed.
Mitsuhiko nodded in agreement and judged: "The cars here are probably worth tens of millions of yen each..."
Ayumi on the side blinked her big eyes and noticed the bright spots in it.
"There's something wrong with these cars..."
"Look, there doesn't seem to be a car number on the car."
Mitsuhiko held his chin and thought for a moment, and immediately concluded the possibility of this situation from the news reports that Mihua often appeared in.
"I think these cars might all be stolen cars..."
"They must be trying to smuggle the car abroad to sell. It seems that we have broken into the lair of a smuggling group..."
At the same time, Fujiwara, who was approaching the three little ones from behind, stopped pretending when he heard that they were seen through, and took out the sprayer directly from behind.
"You're right..."
"You seem to be the three brats who appeared at the accident scene just now, right? Where are the uncle, the girl, and the bespectacled brat with you?"
Fujiwara adheres to the organizational style of never doing anything else. Now that he has been discovered, he will not even think about living.
However, Mitsuhiko, one of the three little ones, said directly and righteously, "We don't know."
"Hmph! I see you are getting impatient!"
As soon as Fujiwara prepared the spray gun and prepared to fire a threatening shot, the phone in his pocket rang.
"it's me..."
"I'm sorry, there are only five cars this time. That kid Watanuki suddenly drove one to escape..."
"Don't worry, I've knocked him off the cliff. The guy died in just two blows..."
"That's absolutely no problem. I escaped before the police found me. As long as the evidence is destroyed, what else can they do?"
Qin Zhibo, who was hiding in the corner, heard these words and knew that the person on the other side of the phone was probably Vodka, who was talking to Fujiwara.
Fujiwara has already told his testimony himself, and now all he has to do is wait for him to hang up the phone before he can be caught and the side mission completed.
But just as Fujiwara hung up the phone, a car suddenly sped over and stopped in the open space with a beautiful tail-end.
"What did you do!"
Fujiwara didn't see clearly at first, but when he saw that the two people getting off the bus were Mouri Kogoro and Mouri Ran, he was immediately startled.
"It's you! The other witnesses..."
"Hey, it saves me having to look for you one by one."
Fujiwara smiled cruelly and turned his gun on the Maori father and daughter, preparing to eliminate the person who threatened them the most first.
Although Maori and his daughter were skilled in martial arts, facing the gun in Fujiwara's hand, they knew that the gun was accurate and fast within seven steps, so they did not dare to act rashly and could only watch with gritted teeth.
On the other hand, Conan on the side squinted quietly, opened the cover of his watch, and was ready to give the other party an anesthetic shot.
This guy looks a bit like Vodka...
If only it were really vodka...
Qin Zhibo, who was hiding not far away, caught Conan's movements and knew that if he was later, he would miss this side mission.
So, Qin Zhibo stood up decisively and walked over in front of everyone's wide-eyed eyes.
"Mr. Qin!"
"Uncle Qin!"
"Qin Zhibo!"
...
Conan, Mao Li, and the three little ones revealed Qin Zhibo's identity, expressing their surprise.
Facing the sudden appearance of this man, Fujiwara panicked a little. He used the spray gun on his hand to intimidate the people around him. He was obviously too busy.
"W-who are you!"
"Qin Zhibo is a detective..."
Qin Zhibo followed Conan's self-introduction and walked towards Fujiwara as he spoke.
"Be careful, he has a gun!" Mouri Kogoro warned quickly.
However, Qin Zhibo stretched out his hand to reassure everyone, and then continued to walk calmly in front of Fujiwara, using his body to block the angle where Conan was about to grab the head.
"Don't come here! I'm going to shoot!"
Fujiwara threatened Qin Zhibo, but Qin Zhibo's next words shocked everyone.
"Just shoot, there are no bullets in your gun anyway."
"How did you know?" Fujiwara's expression became more ferocious and ferocious.
"Do you dare to bet? I bet 100 yen that there are no bullets in your gun."
Qin Zhibo's words were so firm that Fujiwara's ferocious expression was a little surprised, wondering if this man was crazy?
Not far away, Conan and Maori's father and daughter were also very confused about Qin Zhibo's words and didn't understand what medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Could this gun be fake? Qin Zhibo, has he seen it? Conan was suspicious.
At this moment, Fujiwara was also forced to become anxious and shouted angrily: "I'm betting on nothing!"
"go to hell!"
With that said, Fujiwara pulled the trigger neatly.
But just when everyone, Qin Zhibo, was splattered with blood, the sound of an empty cock was heard from the gun.
Fujiwara pressed it several times, but nothing happened.
Qin Zhibo took out his palm from his pocket and stretched it forward. Under everyone's surprised eyes, several bullets fell to the ground.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
