"Before Lord Vodka entered, only one drunk man and a child entered here, and after Lord Vodka entered, no one entered here again."
"Drunk? Child?"
Kuroki Jin frowned slightly, for some reason he thought of Mouri Kogoro and Conan.
Mori: Are you polite?
"Give a rough description of what they look like."
The drunken man had a sloppy beard, and he was shaking as if he was about to fall down as he walked. He was fatter and was not consistent with Kuroki Jin's target.
He looked like a child - wearing a sports coat and glasses, about seven or eight years old, rushing into the station with an anxious look on his face.
Kuroki Ren: "..."
He frowned slightly, waved away the man from the operations department, turned on the flashlight and entered the station.
Vodka has been waiting here for a long time. He couldn't help but light a cigarette and kept looking at the time on his watch.
"It's so slow..." What on earth is that guy Taku Itakura doing! Should I make another phone call to urge him?
He looked around and suddenly noticed a piece of paper inserted in the agreed number cabinet. When he walked in and took a look, he found that it was the prepaid check they had given to Itakura Zhuo before.
"You really don't trust us." Vodka sneered, "Your body is like that. We didn't want to cause any trouble."
He put the check into his pocket, opened the cabinet again, and found that the disk was already inside.
"Tsk." It turned out that he ran away after putting the things away, which made him wait in the basement for so long in such a cold weather. If he saw him again, he would definitely let him go down to see the King of Hell.
The disk was stuck inside the cabinet, which happened to be the top one. Vodka could barely reach it but had to raise his hand slightly.
This made it inconvenient for him to remove the tape, so he had to take off his gloves to pull off the disk bit by bit.
When he spit out the cigarette butt on the ground, Vodka cursed Itakura Zhuo in his heart.
Conan, who was hiding behind the cabinet, smiled when he saw it. So far, the two small vodka traps he had set had been stepped on. If he brought things back to the organization...
"Hey Vodka, what are you doing?"
This voice is all too familiar to Conan!
"Potter?" Vodka successfully took the disk, shook it and said, "The disk that Itakura Taku gave us, oh, you don't seem to know about this mission."
"I just found out." Kuroki Ren didn't say much about it, but frowned and took the disk.
"Why did you change the time without permission? Gin lost his temper."
Vodka suddenly broke down in a cold sweat, and he quickly explained: "It's not my fault, it's the guy Itakura. He said that he has a doctor's appointment tomorrow and will be hospitalized. Either the disk will be handed over to us in five days, or should I give the time Arrived at this time in advance.”
"If I remember correctly, that guy has a heart disease?"
Kuroki Ren opened the disk and sneered.
"In this crazy weather, he can come here from the deep mountains with heavy snow and roads blocked to deliver things to you? Look at this."
Kuroki Jin showed the transmitter attached to the center of the disk to Vodka, "Thanks to Gin for letting me come, otherwise you would have to bring the person back to the organization."
Vodka sweat dropped, and he immediately said angrily: "Which bastard is investigating us!"
Kuroki picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, dealt with the tape that Vodka had fiddled with before, and told Vodka that these things were for the purpose of testing his DNA and fingerprints. At the same time, he put the disk away and took out his pistol.
"Come on, let's look for it and see if that bastard is still in this station with good luck!"
Behind the locker, Conan's soul was all gone. He felt chills all over his body, and once again felt the murderous aura filling the air.
The last time he felt this kind of oppression from Kuroki Jin was on the roof of the Aipido Hotel, and that guy almost caught up with him and killed him!
This time, this time he seems to have nowhere to run!
There are passages for people on both sides of the locker. In order to prevent anyone from playing hide-and-seek with them, Kuroki Jin and Vodka guarded one side and checked both sides at the same time.
Several layers of lockers were quickly checked, and only the last layer was left where someone could hide.
Kuroki Ren and Vodka looked at each other and jumped to the next floor at the same time, but unexpectedly found that there was no one on this floor.
"Potter, he must have escaped."
Kuroki put away his gun, showing a hint of disappointment.
"Ah, he must have escaped."
Vodka didn't know why he breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. While thanking Kuroki Jin for coming in time to deal with the mistake he made, he was also thankful that Potter didn't find the person who had been tracking them again.
Otherwise, he will lose his face to his grandma’s house!
God knows how embarrassed he was when Potter talked about the mistakes he made just now!
In order to avoid this embarrassment, Vodka asked easily: "How are you? Are your injuries feeling better?"
Conan, who was hiding in the cabinet, was breathing heavily, but his ears stood up.
Injuried? What injury?
"It's no big deal." Kuroki Ren also smiled. After being nervous, he leaned against the cabinet and waved to the vodka.
"You don't smoke, don't you?" Vodka handed him a cigarette and lit it for him with a smile. "If my eldest brother knew about it, he might accuse me of being a spoiled child."
"Relieve the pain." Kuroki Ren suddenly looked pitiful, "Don't tell Gin, he will definitely say that he can't quit if he gets this stuff on him... He'll say it as if he can quit if he can... Not to mention me. If you quit those kinds of things, what else can you not quit?”
Vodka smiled innocently, "Let me try some Coke."
Kuroki Ren: "..."
"I can't quit. I can't quit." He put the cigarette out on the cabinet and re-armed himself. "Okay, it's late. Let's go. You go back and hand in the task. I'll go home and sleep."
"I still have to recover from my injuries. What is this?"
Muttering, Kuroki Ren took the vodka away from the station, dismissed the members of the operations department outside, and sat back in the car.
As soon as the car door closed, his nonchalant smile suddenly faded, and he was filled with doubts.
There is still a temperature on the disk that can be touched by a person. In this kind of weather, it can be warm enough. It cannot be made by vodka when taking the disk.
So according to the time, that person should not be in the basement.
In addition, people from the operations department said before that only drunkards and children have entered there...
Could it be that Shuichi Akai pretended to be a drunk? If it were him, with his stealth ability, he might be able to ignore his aura even if he stood in front of him... Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that, if he was hiding in the basement, Kuroki Jin really had no confidence in finding him.
Although that place can be said to be one that can be seen to the side at a glance, there is no shelter except for the cabinet.
Kuroki Ren was brainstorming so much that he didn't even believe it, but compared to a six or seven-year-old kid tracking their organization, he felt that what he just thought of was still somewhat on the spectrum.
"Forget it, never mind, it's not me who has a headache anyway."
Kuroki Ren drove away from the scene. In fact, he had just deliberately skipped an important point. He didn't know about Taku Itakura only after receiving Gin's mission. He knew about Taku Itakura and the software as early as a year ago— —Belmod told him.
At that time, Belmode vaguely mentioned to him the organization's expectations for the future of this software with that disgusted expression.
"A demon that goes against human common sense and should not exist in the world."
