3:57 am.
Conan ran into the entrance of Xianqiao Station, ran past the escalator that had not yet started running, and went all the way down.
At the same time, the speeding Porsche 356a stopped near the station.
The snow in the sky has stopped, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the houses and streets.
Chi Feichi got out of the car, raised his eyes to observe the nearby areas where someone might be watching, and walked towards the station from the blind spot.
Although it is cold in heavy snow days, it is not that uncomfortable as long as you are in good physical condition and can withstand the cold.
Being cold can sometimes make people clearer.
Much better than the hot, dull and sleepy midsummer.
There were not many footprints left on the snow ahead, large and small scattered in the open space outside the station.
When Chi Feichi passed by a child's footprints, he glanced sideways and couldn't help but take out his phone and take pictures of the small footprints and other footprints on the snow.
The small footprints were widely spaced. It looked like Conan ran in very quickly.
Although doing this might deceive Conan, seeing such obvious traces, he really couldn't help but want to leave a certificate.
…
"Trading time is coming...Okay, watch around the station, don't let a mouse go!"
At the station exit on the other side of the street, Vodka made a phone call and got out of the car, walked to the station exit, took out a flashlight, and walked down the stairs.
The station was still shutting down, the entire underground level was not powered on, and the storage room was also dark.
"Tsk...That guy Itakura hasn't come yet!"
Vodka walked into the storage room and found that there was no sign of Taku Itakura, so he lit a cigarette a little irritably.
Behind the last two rows of lockers, Conan calmed down his breath that had become rapid as he ran over to get ready. He quietly turned his head and watched the vodka light a cigarette.
Vodka was smoking a cigarette when he suddenly found a check sandwiched on the edge of the locker illuminated by the flashlight beam. He stepped forward to take the check and look at it.
"Check? Isn't this the same amount as that guy from Itakura..."
When I opened locker No. 0032, I saw that there was a disk box taped to the bottom of the cabinet.
"This is the system software I asked Itakura to make! That stupid guy not only didn't dare to deliver the goods in person, but also kept the money..."
Vodka was a little proud and a little joking. He turned around and blew out the cigarette into the aisle, reaching for the box.
Conan, who quietly peeked his head in, looked at the cigarette butts on the ground that glowed red, with a smile on his face as if his plan had succeeded.
Very good, I got the cigarette butts...
In front of the locker, Vodka didn't notice anything strange at all. He found that it was inconvenient to remove the tape stuck to the edge of the box while wearing gloves, so he placed the flashlight on the edge of the locker. He took off his gloves and placed it next to the flashlight, freeing his left hand to make a call. , chewing a cigarette and listening to the phone, while tearing off the tightly stuck tape.
"...It's me. That guy Itakura should still be nearby. Catch him...what? There are only four or five drunkards and a child entering the station?! Absolutely impossible, go and search for me!"
"Click."
The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of Vodka's head.
Vodka was startled and immediately froze in place, not daring to move.
"What tricks are you playing?"
Gin had no expression on his face, and his voice was cold and low.
"Brother..." Vodka didn't look back and slowly put down the mobile phone next to his ear.
Not only was Vodka shocked, but Conan, who was hiding behind the locker, also felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head.
Gin!
"The trading time should be 12 o'clock tomorrow morning." Gin put down the gun.
Vodka breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and explained, "He said he would be inconvenient tomorrow, so we temporarily changed the time to four in the morning..."
"Oh?" Gin put the gun against Vodka's throat, and there was a little coldness in his eyes. "He communicated with you via email just to facilitate the change of time? Lark should have said that Itakura can't be trusted, right?" "
The transaction object marked red, vodka dares to be so squandering?
Conan, who was hiding behind the locker, was stunned.
Lark…
Raki wine?
That fennel distilled liquor that Türkiye considers its national drink?
"No, no, actually this time is set by us," Vodka broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that his elder brother would suddenly have a brain twitch and shoot, so he quickly explained in detail, "That guy Itakura is here this time. When I was collecting mail at my villa in Gunma, a snowstorm happened and the circuit was broken, so we changed to telephone contact..."
Gin moved the gun away.
"Although that guy seems to have discovered our intention and failed to kill him, we have successfully obtained the things. Anyway, he has a bad heart, haha..." Vodka quickly turned around and took the disk box from the locker. He came out and handed it to Gin, "Even if we don't kill him, he will die soon..."
Gin took the disk case, looked at it, and threw it behind him.
Vodka opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he saw a hand wearing black gloves catching the disk case.
At some point, a man in casual black clothes had already stood at the door. His outstretched fingers were clasped on the edge of the disk box, holding the disk box firmly.
The flashlight provided some light, and the blond hair and outstretched arms cast a shadow on the face. In the peripheral vision, a young face with an indifferent expression and a pair of blue eyes without any emotion could be vaguely seen.
"Lark..."
Sweat vodka.
The people staring outside also said that only four or five drunkards and a kid came in. Why did Big Brother come in and Luck also came in?
Did Lark follow his elder brother, or was the matter so serious this time that even Lark came over to see what was going on?
Also, being stared at by Lark like this always made him feel hairy on his back.
He would never forget that time in London, when Luck was asking questions, he suddenly stared at him with a cold and aggressive look that seemed to kill, forcing him to answer the question of where the disk might be hidden.
Combined with Slifowa complaining to him about being threatened with a gun...
Even though Luck can cook and make tea for them, he is definitely a psychopath even more neurotic than his elder brother.
Normally nothing happens, but this time...
Uh, did he make some heinous mistake?
More panicked than vodka was Conan.
Conan hid behind his locker, holding his breath.
Someone is coming again? Could this station be surrounded by people from that organization?
Chi Feichi withdrew his gaze and looked down at the disk box.
Gin is not throwing things away, but wants him to help check the disk box...
"Do you know why he used tape to secure the disk case?" Gin asked, tearing off the tape from the cabinet and stuffing it into Dazed Vodka's suit pocket. "It's to collect your fingerprints, because you're wearing Gloves can’t tear off the edges of the tape.”
"There are no fingerprints on the disk case. It should have been wiped off. There is a transmitter stuck inside," Chi Feichi said in a hoarse voice. He tore off the black electronic device stuck on the disk case and threw the disk case back to Gin looked at the transmitter against the light, crushed it with his fingers, and threw it to his feet, "Not sure if it has eavesdropping function."
"Oh? It seems that even the lair was almost found out." After Gin caught the disk box, he walked to the aisle and picked up the half-extinguished cigarette on the ground. "Also, if you can't see anyone, you can I’ll start smoking because I’m restless…”
Vodka is sweating profusely.
It seems like we really almost got into a big trouble...
Gin stood up with the cigarette butt, walked to Vodka, and put the cigarette butt back into Vodka's mouth, "As long as I get your saliva, I can detect your blood type. This guy is really an old fox!"
Chi Feichi raised his eyes and stared.
This move seems a bit...intimate?
Ginjiu noticed Chi Feichi's gaze, raised his eyes, and looked at each other in silence.
What are you looking at? What catches your eyes?
"Itakura, you bastard!" Vodka said angrily. He noticed that Chi Feichi and Gin were looking at each other in silence. The atmosphere was a bit weird, so they didn't say anything again.
what happened?
"What's that look in your eyes?" Gin asked coldly.
"I seem to be here early." Chi Feichi said seriously in a hoarse voice.
Vodka: “???”
What's the meaning?
Gin: "..."
Forget it, ignore this snake spirit, business is more important.
Gin looked away speechlessly, holding the disk case in one hand and biting off the glove on the other hand with his teeth, "Itakura didn't do it. His heart is not good. When the temperature difference is too big, the sympathetic nerves will be stimulated. It puts a huge load on the heart, so it is absolutely impossible for a person with a heart disease to go all the way to a villa on the mountain where it is snowing heavily..."
Vodka was stunned, "So, who is the guy who called me on the phone?"
"I'm afraid he hired some smart person," Gin checked the temperature on the disk with the back of his hand, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "But something went wrong..."
He and Luck had previously worn gloves to touch the disk cartridge. Coming in from a low-temperature environment outside, it was impossible for the surface of the gloves to transfer the temperature to the disk cartridge.
Likewise, the temperature of his hands is also low due to the low outside temperature. If he feels it from the back of his hand, he can feel that the disk box is still radiating warmth from the inside to the outside.
"Huh?" Vodka was puzzled.
"The surface of this disk box is still warm." Gin threw the disk box to Chi Feichi again, with murderous intent in his eyes, and looked sideways at the lockers in the back row, "This means that people are still around here... "
After Chi Feichi caught the disk box, he also took off his gloves and put it on with the back of his hand.
The temperature radiating from the inside out cannot be caused by the contact with vodka just now, but someone has kept the disk in his arms for a while, and the disk has just left that person not long ago...
Vodka was still speechless in terms of action cooperation. When he saw Gin loading the bullets in the gun in his hand, he also took out the pistol, loaded the bullets, and walked towards the rear lockers with Gin.
Behind the locker, Conan was startled, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate as he listened to the approaching footsteps.
Come here, if you continue like this, you will definitely be discovered, what should I do, what should I do...
His anesthesia needle and football were used to deal with the three robbers. Now he has no resistance at all against the organization's people with guns...
Chi Feichi followed Vodka, took out his gun and loaded the bullet with a trace of expectation in his heart.
It was another day when the detective was taught a lesson by Gin.
Conan's death was not a big deal. He had considered it on the way. He could find a reason to stop Gin and kill a kid.
For example, wait until the mastermind behind it is found out.
And as long as Conan is not killed instantly, the situation will probably turn around.
Therefore, he was looking forward to seeing Conan's little face that was so frightened that it made him feel happy.
Having been taught how to be a good person many times, Conan also learned that he should not be reckless when facing the organization, and should not be overconfident and harm his teammates.
Gin and Vodka, who were walking in front, slowed down, stopped for a moment beside the first row of lockers, and suddenly stepped out, with the muzzles of their guns pointed forward, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
However, there was no one else between them.
The two of them continued walking forward, but again no one was found.
Vodka looked at the last aisle with a smile on his lips, "That's the only thing left now. No matter how cunning this mouse is, it will never escape..."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Gin interrupted Vodka and walked towards the last aisle.
