Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

On the other side of the black car, Chi Feichi opened the envelope, took out the inspection report inside, glanced at it, and handed it to Jane. He took out the CD in the envelope, put it into a laptop, and checked the contents inside. content.

He couldn't confirm the correctness of the research data at the moment, but he could check a part of the data at random to confirm whether the other party was fooling them.

It is indeed better for him to do this kind of task.

Jane looked at the identification report in her hand and asked aloud, "Is there any problem with the blood type of the identification result?"

"Of course not. The hair follicles you handed me are still intact. In order not to make mistakes, I tested every single hair. The result is like this, there will be no problem," Bartley flipped through the document In the bag, I found out that it was a screenshot of the video he stole from the laboratory, printing paper, and a CD. After confirming that the CD contained the video of his stealing, I was relieved, but I was still uneasy. The two people in the car next to him said, "I have done everything I promised you, please don't come to me again in the future!"

Chi Feichi roughly read the information and hissed, "It doesn't seem to be a problem."

"Ok, Mr. Bartley, you're free," Jane smiled at Bartley, her smile lacking warmth, "please go back to the lab tonight and pack up your things, we will take back the temporary loan you have tomorrow morning. In the research place, of course, we will keep our promise and will not go to you again, even if we see you in the future, we will be just strangers."

"I hope you can keep your promise!"

Bartley dropped a sentence, started the car, and drove towards the excuse.

Jane watched Bartley's car leave, took out her phone, sent an email, and whispered, "Miss and Shirley's blood types don't match, I investigated the hospital where she was born, and she has a twin sister, the famous American child star. Lace-Ahara, that little girl looks a lot like Shirley too, it looks like they just happen to look alike, but are you worried? Worried that she will go back to her own sister?"

Chi Feichi listened to the melody of the "Seven Children" nursery rhyme, looked up at the approaching motorcycle and the figure in the rearview mirror, and said in a hoarse voice, "A little bit."

"Why is that woman here..." Jane noticed the person coming from behind, muttered, and then whispered, "You and Madam are very considerate to Miss, I thought, if she chooses to leave..."

"If she chooses to leave, I'll probably kill her," Chi Feichi said in a hoarse voice, "before I feel sorry for her choice."

Jane snapped her fingers and sent the email.

The brain circuit of the young master with snake essence disease is really incomprehensible. Forget it, she doesn't care about that anymore.

The motorcycle came to a stop beside the passenger's window, and Belmod supported the motorcycle with one foot, looked at the front and back, and sighed with a half-smile, "Looks like I'm a step late, it's a pity that I couldn't. To see that boy one last time."

Jane had put away her phone, and pointed her head towards Belmod, "Bermod, is it important to you to see him for the last time?"

"Don't be so serious, Margo," Bermaud smiled indifferently, "after all, Lack was planning to let the boy fall into Hades' hands, and I think he would die tragically. I heard that he was a very handsome man. Young man, it's just that his face will be twisted by death, it's a pity to think that I missed the last one, but Luck, does this guarantee that Hades will kill him for us? For now, you can Tell me all your plans, right?"

"Hades' face has been locked by the police," Chi Feichi's voice was hoarse and calm, "He is undergoing plastic surgery, and he has an accomplice. This afternoon, his appearance has also been disclosed by the police..."

…

Late at night.

Bartley drove to the makeshift laboratory.

He didn't want to go back to that place anymore, but he lived there for several years, and there are traces of his life there. He didn't want the police to track down the private laboratory after those guys had an accident, and finally found him.

And he has no money on him, so he also needs to take away the money that those guys gave him and put him in the laboratory to spend some time and think about his future life plans.

Yes, everything will pass, he just went back there for the last time...

At the intersection ahead, a car parked on the side of the road somewhat blocked the road.

Next to the car, there are three men and one woman standing together, their bodies are blocked by the car, and they do not know what they are doing.

Bartley was nosy. He was also a sneaky late-night trader. He could probably guess that the four people on the side of the road would not be good people, but since the car was completely black, and two of them He also wore black sunglasses, which reminded him of those guys, and his eyes swept over with vigilance involuntarily, but when he saw it, he was startled.

On the street, two men in sunglasses standing beside the car turned to look at the passing car.

The woman across from the two was wearing a baseball cap and a short-sleeved sports t-shirt, revealing her lean muscles. When he looked up at him, he saw the other's face that looked familiar.

This woman, he seems to have seen it somewhere, it belongs to those guys...

No, not those guys, he remembered, it was on the news report this evening!

The recent hospital bombing caused a sensation in London, so he naturally had to pay attention, lest he would be affected by the disaster at some point.

In the news this evening, the police released the latest investigation progress:

The fugitive Hades has an accomplice, a veteran and a woman who is good at making bombs!

At the same time, the police also released photos of the other party and played them on a loop together with Hades' photos, reminding the public to pay attention to safety, and hope that the public can provide clues to the police under the condition of their own safety.

The appearance of the woman in front of her is very similar to the photos released in the news reports.

He remembered the woman's name, Hestia.

Then, the man next to the other party, shouldn't it be...

There are always some surprises or surprises on the unpopulated streets in the late-night city, and when people think of something, the inertia of subconsciously wanting to confirm is enough to get people into trouble.

Bartley looked at the man beside Hestia, and when he met the gloomy gaze, he withdrew his gaze with a pale face, and pulled the steering wheel in a panic to prevent the car from hitting the postbox on the side of the road.

The man's chin was wrapped in gauze, and his eyes were different from Hades' original appearance, but they were still somewhat similar.

Is Hades getting plastic surgery to avoid the pursuit of the police...

That doesn't seem surprising.

He was just passing by, I hope I won't have trouble finding him again!

"Squeak..."

When the car was driving around the corner, the driver's panic caused the tires rubbing against the ground to make a harsh sound.

A man in sunglasses who was staring at the car driving away withdrew his gaze, and said in a leisurely tone, "As expected of Hades, the shadow of London, when that man saw you, he was so frightened that he couldn't let go!"

"Hmph..." Hestia snorted coldly, took out the mask, put it on, and zipped the zipper of her right handbag, "He recognizes Hades! Although Hades's face hasn't completely swelled yet, but He almost saw what Hades looks like after plastic surgery, maybe it will cause us trouble!"

Another man in sunglasses said with a cold face, "The location of the transaction is agreed by you. I said that there will be no problem with the raw materials of the bomb, but you have to take off the mask to inspect the goods, even if you get into trouble and are caught by the police, It has nothing to do with us."

"I didn't bring any testing equipment, so I can only rely on smell to identify the quality," Hestia said unhappily, "Who would have thought that this kind of road is usually not passed by, and people will drive by so late..."

"It's that guy's fault, just pass by, why do you keep looking at us with curiosity..." Hades stared at the intersection with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, there won't be any trouble. "

The two men in sunglasses looked at each other and opened the car door.

"This is your trouble, you can solve it yourself, but I believe it's not difficult for Hades..."

"I hope you can abide by the agreement. If you are caught by the police, don't tell the people who helped you. Recently, the police are also stepping up their investigation of explosives smuggling. At this time, we will provide you with bomb raw materials. We also take a great risk. Oh!"

"understood."

Hades responded, still staring coldly at the intersection, not paying much attention to the two men who got into the car and left.

Hestia watched the car leave, and then whispered, "I wanted to get rid of the explosives, but... There are not many people who can provide remote control electronic firearms at this time. They should be behind them. There are other people, it's okay if they don't cause trouble, but now the problem is that the person just now doesn't seem to be the same kind of person as us and them..."

"It's okay," Hades smiled coldly, "I wrote down his license plate number and appearance, we can catch up with care."

…

It's past three in the morning.

Hades arrived at the door of the private laboratory and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

There was no response from behind the door, but the light was still on behind the window with the anti-theft bar.

"He's too vigilant," Hestia whispered. "Come on, Hades, I'm afraid he will call the police."

"It's still too late, it's a very clean place."

Hades murmured softly, and turned to the roof.

Two minutes later, there was the sound of fighting and the sound of Bartley panicking.

"No, wait... I promise I won't say it... Ah-!"

The screams stopped abruptly as soon as they sounded, and bright red blood was sprinkled on the laboratory equipment and computers, and also on the cameras attached to the computers, casting a layer of bright red on the nearby images.

In the car on the nearby street, Chi Feichi watched the real-time video of the killing on his laptop, his blue eyes were calm and deep.

The members of the organization are still constrained by the rule of 'don't cause trouble to the organization', and Hades is completely out of control.

This kind of person doesn't care if one more person is killed, or whether the person killed is innocent.

No matter how much Bartley promises he won't speak out, Hades won't listen, which is what he expected.

In fact, before he came, he thought about whether to save Bartley again and prepare more for his future cleanup, but after he arrived, there were too many things around him, so he gave up this idea.

When he came to London this time, the matter of Umbrella involved his energy. He wanted to take the opportunity to let the organization completely dispel suspicions about Haibara Ai. At the same time, he also had to find opportunities to act under the surveillance of Haibara Ai and Kudo and his wife, and to investigate. Looking at the past secrets of the Field family, I really don't have the energy to think about how to save people, how to find a suitable body to replace, what method to kill to make other members believe that Bartley is dead, and how to arrange Bartley.

If it was in Japan, he could have told Amuro Toru and asked Amuro Toru to find a way to arrange it, but this is in the United Kingdom, and the Japanese police have not many people. Head, has temporarily left London.

Well, the most important thing is that he really doesn't have the energy to 'arrange' Bartley.

Not to mention energy, he is running out of time. In recent days, he has not been able to sleep for more than six hours. After staying up all night tonight, he will play around the castle with his guests casually tomorrow. By tomorrow night to get a good night's sleep.

Reluctantly to take care of Bartley, it is easy to let other things go wrong. Compared with the life and death of a person who just knew, he would rather take care of himself and the people around him.

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