Corpse collector in Conan

Vodka, who was held hostage, was sweating profusely. Behind him, the fake policeman was no less panicked.

"Didn't you hear me?" The robber pressed hard against Vodka, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to grind into the hostage's temple. He shouted to the curly-haired man with amazing shooting skills, "I told you to put the gun down!"

Vodka's head hurt from being pressed down by him. He was just trying to calm this guy down, but at this moment, the guy on the bench in the hall suddenly sighed.

Vodka: "?"

Under his vigilant gaze, the curly-haired man said in a low voice: "'If I can really destroy you, then for the benefit of society, I am willing to die with you.'

"--Mr. Yamada, I remember you said that you are a fan of Jiang Xia and a fan of Sherlock Holmes, so you must also believe in this famous saying, right? "

Vodka was immediately alert: "..." Of course it's wrong! This is all unlucky nonsense, I don't know, and I don't want to know... Wait, what do you want to do?!

Conan understood immediately: This, isn't this what Holmes said to Moriarty. But in this situation...

He felt a jolt in his heart, and hurried forward to stop it: "Wait..."

Bang——!

Another unexpected gunshot, "Pulling the trigger" was something that made Sekiguchi Ryofu entangled for a whole afternoon, but for the curly-haired man, it was as easy and casual as breathing and drinking water.

Conan looked in the direction of the gun in amazement, and at the end of his sight, a large piece of blood was spurting out from Vodka's heart.

The blood splashed all over the fake policeman's head A face. The fake policeman wiped the blood off his face stupidly, and was completely stunned. He admitted that in the absence of knowing the background of the curly-haired man, there was indeed a gambling element in kidnapping Mr. Yamada... But he never expected that this hostage was really as useless as he said.

In front of him, the despised Vodka raised his hand to cover his heart. He first looked at Xitu in disbelief, and then his eyes lost focus and fell into the air, as if he looked at a certain direction of Beihua Town through the air and saw a shadow suspended above Tokyo.

Vodka: "..." Uzo, he actually dared to let his subordinates shoot!

"The most worried thing has happened. Damn minions, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!!" An organization cadre let out a dying wail in his heart, "Is this the feeling of death? In addition to anger and unwillingness, it seems not as painful as imagined... But, speaking of it, this blood-spurting look seems a little familiar. ”

He waited for death to come, but it never came. After a few seconds, Vodka came to his senses belatedly and touched the place where he was shot.

——His chest was flat as usual, and there was no hole caused by the bullet.

"Oops, I missed." The curly-haired man in the hall put away his gun apologetically and smiled at Vodka, "But fortunately, the bullet this time is also fake."

Conan: "..."

Vodka: "..."

The fake policeman was at a loss for a moment, and finally understood the situation. He said angrily: "You dare to play tricks on me? !"

"How could it be. I just have a bad memory and always put things in the wrong place." In the sweet smell of ice cream, the curly-haired man took out a magazine and replaced it with an amazing hand speed.

Before the robber came to his senses, he pointed the gun again and smiled: "Mature people should not always dwell on past mistakes-why don't you guess, will it be true or false next time?"

"? "The veins on the robber's forehead jumped, and his anger reached its peak, "I guess you... poof!"

A heavy elbow hit his chest, interrupting his words. Vodka, who had escaped death, grabbed his wrist holding the gun and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Vodka: "..." He was thinking wrongly. He actually thought that armed robbers were very dangerous before. But think about it carefully, compared with the Wuzo subordinate who pointed a gun at him in front... what are these robbers!

"If I had said earlier that only by defeating the robbers can I get rid of the fate of being pointed at by that short-lived madman, I should have done it long ago!"

Vodka thought of the black muzzle that was raised for the third time, and the cold sweat of fear fell down: "And do I need to guess this? It's happened again and again. According to Wuzo's bad habit of disappointing people's expectations, the next shot must be real! "

While thinking, Vodka knocked down the gangster behind him.

There was no time to pose or to admire the onlookers. The next moment, the brave Mr. Yamada rolled over with his head in his hands, and rolled behind the counter to find a shelter for himself.

At the same time, he prayed in his heart: The fake policeman seems to have two accomplices? - Don't hesitate, shoot quickly! Be brave like me and shoot the curly-haired bastard and the glasses elementary school student bastard next to him into a sieve!

...

In the hall.

Seeing the fake policeman being knocked down, the other two robbers scattered in different directions looked at each other, and showed a determination to fight to the end with the guy who suddenly appeared.

The next moment, they took a deep breath...then turned around at the same time and ran away.

Because the actions were too tacit, they didn't even notice that the other party was running away like themselves.

"What if the shooting is accurate? You can only shoot one person at a time! "The bald man sneered and ran faster and faster,"You beat my accomplice, but you can't beat me anymore."

On the other side, the robber who looked like a social animal pushed his glasses and muttered rationally: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I believe that with our shooting skills, even if we shoot at the same time, it's difficult to hit at that distance.

"Rather than missing at the same time and being killed by the curly-haired man with two shots, it's better to take advantage of the guy's confrontation with Shimada and leave alone first-don't worry, everyone, after avoiding this storm, I will definitely come back to help you get revenge!"

Thinking about it, he paused and suddenly found that a checkpoint had been set up at the side door of the hospital in front of him. Several policemen were stationed there, evacuating patients who were scared away by the gunshots.

The social animal robber's heart skipped a beat and instinctively wanted to turn his head and walk to the other side, but suddenly, he stopped his steps.

"Looking closely, these policemen at the door did not seriously search the patients who wanted to go out. There are probably checkpoints in other directions. Instead of running around, it's better to take advantage of the lax inspection now and leave among the patients. "

Thinking of this, he adjusted his expression, mixed in with other patients, and rushed to the door.

...Then when he passed the side door, he was pounced on by a group of strong men with shining eyes and pressed to the ground.

"There is a paint mark on this man's chest!" The police said happily, "He must be the robber that the enthusiastic gentleman mentioned!"

The robber who was so shocked by a series of major events that he forgot the first three shots: "? ! ! "