Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

There was no light in the darkness, I couldn't move my hands and feet, my breathing was hindered to a certain extent, and I could only hear the strong heartbeat of another person...

Edogawa Conan has never felt such a state of sobriety and haze.

The detective boy's brain stopped at this moment, as if covering the world with a glass cover.

Outside the cabinet door, the Mr. Neighbor and the dangerous elements he was following had already walked in together, and even started further negotiations.

The little detective should have been listening to the conversation of the two outside with all his attention.

It should be like this.

But his brain didn't allow him to process such complex information.Because he must first understand and describe his current situation.

It was a man who imprisoned him, which can be clearly judged from the size and bones of the other party.

He hid in the closet before he came in, so he wouldn't be an ordinary tenant.

Stealer?

It is also impossible...

No thief is stupid enough to go out of his way to break into an unoccupied hotel room and steal.Because there is nothing here except the original facilities of the hotel.

That is, just like myself, I came here for a certain guest who is separated from this room by a wall.

Conan Edogawa was very sure that he was the only one who followed the unlucky software engineer just now.

If there were other people following behind, it was impossible for him to be completely unaware.

That is to say...

The man holding him now should target the dangerous person who was talking to the engineer.

After quickly inferring the situation of the person in front of him, the little detective couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he was standing on the opposite side of the dangerous elements, it wouldn't be easy to kill himself to silence him.

Only then did he belatedly feel his nose itch.

It was some tiny fluff on the opponent's sweater that tickled his face.

Because the distance was too close, the little detective could still smell the smell coming from the other party, which was tobacco, gunpowder, and a little bit of cold cedar mixed in it.

After making sure that the other party would not just cover him to death, he pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation outside.

But hearing this, Mr. Detective, who had finally relaxed, went into a state of rigidity again.

Isn't this the voice of Belmode!

Is this transaction related to the organization?

Then who is this man who is hugging himself and following Belmode?

The successive turns of events caused the little detective's clever brain to overwork, and he didn't even notice when he was put down.

The door in front of him was pushed open, and the light came in. He subconsciously blocked his eyes with the back of his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the raised corner of the black windbreaker passing by him, bringing a gust of cool wind.

Only then did Conan realize that the two people who were talking outside had already left, and the person who was hiding in the closet with him just now walked out one step ahead.

"That, you..."

The little detective stretched out his hand, wanting to keep this troubled brother, so that he could ask the other party's purpose.

But before he could say a word, he met a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, which were full of impatience.

The killer's face that had appeared countless times in his fantasies and nightmares was actually here right now, looking at him coldly.

Conan!

It's gin!

Just now, I was hugged by Qin Jiu and hid in the closet with him!

How could it be gin!

The little detective's heart has screamed like "Scream".

He felt that he might be stiff today.

First, he was caught suddenly, then he heard Belmode's corner, and finally realized that it was gin that caught him.

The body has been switching back and forth between relaxation and stiffness. If you don't know it, you think you are doing sit-ups.

The killer stood in front of him, and behind him was the cabinet wall.The little detective, who thought he had nowhere to go, resolutely raised his left hand, opened the watch cover, and pointed the watch-shaped anesthesia/drunk/gun at the man in front of him.

After the gin station entered the closet, the first person to enter this room was not Belmode as he had expected, but a kid.

The brat even opened the cabinet door.

In order to prevent the other party from destroying his plan and revealing his whereabouts, Qin Jiu arrested the little kid without saying a word.

No matter what he wants to do, first limit his actions.

After finally waiting for Belmode to finish the deal and leave, the long-haired man didn't have the heart to play with the children anymore.

Just put the opponent aside casually, and then raised his legs to catch up.

But at this moment, the little boy who had been ignored by him all the time suddenly spoke out.

The stopped Gin looked at the other party with some displeasure.

He was facing a small face like a pie chart with five points of shock, two points of fear, two points of excitement, and one point of nervousness.

The other party looked like he had seen a ghost.

Gin:  …

Mr. Killer began to reflect secretly, did his terrifying aura strengthen unknowingly?

Or is his face so terrifying that just looking at it could kill him instantly?

These casual thoughts dissipated when the little boy raised his hand and pointed something like a dial at him.

Mr. Killer's intuition for many years told him to avoid this stuff.

Gin, who had flashed an anesthetic needle, stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and buckled the dial.

The long-haired man finally got serious, and he stared at the child in front of him with unfriendly eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

"you know me."

After observing the other party's expression, Gin made such a judgment.

Conan?

The detective boy who was shocked by the sudden change of aura just realized that the killer in front of him didn't seem to recognize him until he heard what the other party said.

The boy's instantly weird expression naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the long-haired man.

So Gin fell into contemplation facing this face, and began to search in his mind.

stare--

The hands of the clock passed two frames in a stalemate and quiet atmosphere.

Not long ago, what Miyano Shiho said suddenly flashed in the man's mind.

A small sparkling light bulb lit up on Gin's head.

The long-haired man smiled strangely, then approached the boy confidently, and whispered in his ear——

"Sa? To? Shin? One..."

Conan:  …

"Kudou! It's Kudo!"

While the boy was so frightened that his hair exploded, he couldn't help complaining.

"It's fine if you can't remember the person, at least you can remember the person's name correctly!"

After finishing speaking, Conan, who realized what he had done, quickly shut his mouth again.

He was complaining about gin just now!

After going back and forth like this, the little detective suddenly discovered that the shadow of death hanging over his head had quietly moved away at some point.

Gin didn't seem to have any intention of killing himself.

Mr. Detective is aware of this.

But before the boy could ask any questions, he recognized the man's gin and grabbed him, leading him out of the hotel.

In the cold wind, Conan, who was lowered to the ground, kept the look of being struck by lightning.

He stood on the curb like this, staring blankly at Gin Jiu getting into the driver's seat of the vehicle on the side of the road, closing the door, and preparing to start the car...

"wait wait wait--"

The little detective, who had finally come back to life from the sculpture state, didn't care about 21 and [-], and went straight to the car window of Gin.

When looking directly at the other party, my heart still trembles subconsciously, but Conan still insists on asking: "Why?"

"Why didn't you kill me?"

In exchange for this question, Qin Jiu looked at the fool in his eyes.

"Why should I kill you?"

Is there anyone who is in a rush to die?

Young people nowadays...

"Belmod..." Conan bit his lip and asked in a heartbeat, "That was Belmod just now, wasn't it?"

"Aren't you all from that organization?"

"Why are you following her?"

"She's going to a very secret place, right? You want to follow her now."

……

"Boy, you talk too much."

When the other party mentioned Belmode's name, Gin Jiu looked at him.

It seems that Shirley's evaluation is not wrong, this detective boy's curiosity and execution ability are top-notch.

Unknowingly, with his own strength, he has already understood the organization to this extent.

With just a few words through the cabinet door, Belmode's voice can be accurately recognized.

"Do you know who you're asking right now?"

Even if the other party is excellent, Gin still reminded: "You can live long without being too curious."

"That's it."

"It's not something you should be concerned about, the little one should go back to sleep."

"but……"

Gin didn't let the other party ask any more questions.

The moment the other party let go, he stepped on the accelerator straight away, leaving the boy far behind.

Really bad luck today.

Met an inexplicably curious detective.

Fortunately, he didn't completely lose Belmode's whereabouts.

Gin looked at the little red dot on the screen, and drove to the downstairs of a commercial building.

Looking up, the whole building is pitch black.

Apparently, the people working in this building had left work long ago, so none of the lights were on.

But Gin was convinced that Belmode she entered here.

After the long-haired man got out of the car, he walked to the side door in three or two steps.

Without hesitation, he raised his leg and was ready to enter the building.

At this moment, behind a tall counter by the side door, a middle-aged man's head suddenly appeared.

Messy hair, sleepy eyes, and indistinct marks on the side of his face.

As if waking up suddenly from sleep, the middle-aged man spoke with a bit of ambiguity.

"What are you doing here at this time? Do you have a work card?"

After the middle-aged man sat up straight, Qin Jiu's eyes fell on the other's chest.

There is a small sign hanging there, with the word "guardian" written on it.

While looking away, he casually made up a reason: "I'm here for an interview at the newspaper office in this building."

Middle-aged man: ...

Are you a liar?

Came for an interview in the middle of the night, was it a newspaper office in the underworld?

But the other party is a confident and calm look.

As if doubting him was a mistake.

"There is no company interviewing at this time, you got the time wrong."

The middle-aged man, who felt that he was going to be scared sober by the other party, held back his temper and used all his good manners to politely refuse the man to enter the building.

"It doesn't matter if you get the time wrong, just step in early...just to get familiar with the interview environment."

Did you say some dangerous words just now?

That stepping point is your truth!

The uncle doorman roared inwardly.

But the long-haired man just lowered his eyes, unhurriedly pulling his cuffs.

The cold and dangerous aura of the other party prevented Mr. Doorman from uttering these complaints.

After all, no one knew whether the other party would suddenly punch him.

The middle-aged man muttered a few times, then pointed at the back of the gin with some grievances and asked, "What about the kid?"

"Are you familiar with the interview environment and still want to bring your children?"

Gin made a move.

If the mental activity could be realized, he would definitely see six dots and a question mark slowly appearing on his head at this moment.

The long-haired man turned around silently with a premonition, and was facing the bright smiling face of a little boy.

The little detective, who was supposed to be left far behind by the car, now appeared beside him.

Regardless of how he caught up, this man's face is full of eagerness and I want to go in, the intention is too obvious.

Gin and Mr. Detective stared wide-eyed.

The other party showed an innocent look.

Gin:  …

In the next second, he took Mr. Detective's little hand and nodded to Mr. Doorman in a positive tone.

"Yes, he is my son, and he can never leave me."

"He came with me to familiarize himself with the interview environment."