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At the same time, he took out his cell phone and called Maori Kogoro, but the call didn't go through, so he had to call Xiaolan instead. The moment the call was connected, he shouted hoarsely: "Sister Xiaolan, are you and uncle at home? You——"

"Huh? What are you yelling about, kid with glasses?" Sonoko's voice came from the other end, "What do you mean home? Xiaolan is not at the office. Uncle is watching the horse racing, so Xiaolan came to my house to play with me."

Conan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Xiaolan was not at home, then the uncle was the only one at home?

"Conan, what can I do for you?" Xiaolan's gentle voice came, "You sound very anxious, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to ask if you and Uncle Maori were at home. I called Uncle but couldn't get through. I just wanted to say that I might be home late..."

Conan responded casually with a few words, hung up the phone, and started calling Kogoro Mouri desperately.

Please answer the phone, uncle. Please answer it.

[While writing, I can't help thinking about the plot if Maori Kogoro died QAQ I can't control my hands from itching to move, although I know there will be a lot of Maori Kogoro's plot later, but if he died I can start to finish it_(:з」∠)_ I'm so conflicted, do you guys have any suggestions_(:з」∠)_]

Chapter 616 Big loss

However, Kogoro Mouri, who was watching the horse racing at the time, had no intention of answering Conan's call at all. He unplugged the phone line and stared at the progress of the horse racing intently.

Just when he was watching the exciting part, the TV screen suddenly went distorted and no signal was received. He slapped the TV in frustration, but it was useless. He could only listen to the horse racing progress commentary on the radio in his headphones.

The next game will be about whether he can get all twelve correct. If he gets all correct, it will be a winning ticket, and the odds will be over a hundred times!

Chu Ming and his companions were standing on the high-rise building opposite. What they saw through the sniper scope was Kogoro Mouri standing with his back to the window, listening carefully to the information in the headphones.

"Hmph, this man doesn't even know that we've discovered the bug. He's probably still listening carefully to the bug to see if he can steal any information." Vodka stood aside, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Gin sneered: "Then I will do as he wishes and let him hear our voices."

Gin took out a three-layered chewing gum from his pocket, held it up and looked at the window opposite: "Did you hear that? Maori Kogoro."

The only two people present who knew the truth were probably Chu Ming and Vermouth. Chu Ming watched Gin performing a one-man show to the air, thinking he was in control of everything. He leaned on the railing and tried to hold back his laughter so much that his whole body was twitching. However, because his waist was pulled, he grimaced in pain, making the expression on his face look particularly abstract.

She also knew that Maori Kogoro in front of her must be an innocent person, and there was also a Vermouth. But she had no intention of watching Gin's joke at this time. She was now anxiously thinking about how to rescue Maori Kogoro.

"Don't move, we are aiming at you from behind. Before a hole is punched in your suit, I have something to ask you." Gin looked at the man sitting still by the window with deep eyes, "That is, what is your relationship with Shirley? The transmitter and the bug you placed are exactly the same as the ones that woman placed on my car last time. Don't call it a coincidence."

"I'll only give you ten seconds to think about it. If you're willing to answer, raise your left hand that's resting on the headset. Ten, nine, eight—"

Looking at Gin searching for his enemy in the air, Chu Ming no longer had the energy to laugh. He saw a taxi speeding towards him and stopping not far away. A dwarf got out and ran towards him, pushing the football from his waist outwards while running.

"…Three, two, one."

"Bam—"

As Gin finished his words, a football whizzed from a distance and hit the glass on the second floor of the Maori Detective Agency.

Maori Kogoro was startled. He stood up, opened the window and yelled outside: "Hey, which bastard is doing this? I'm at the critical moment!"

Conan had come downstairs at this time: "Sorry uncle, I kicked the ball too hard. By the way, uncle, how is your racehorse? Aren't you listening to the game with headphones?"

Maori Kogoro only then realized that he had pulled off his headphones in excitement: "Ahhhh, I just took them off. It's all your fault, little brat! I didn't hear the exciting part!!!"

Vermouth, whose body had just been frozen, relaxed slightly after hearing the conversation between Conan and Maori Kogoro. She glanced at Gin with a smile, her eyes full of charm: "Oh, it looks like it has nothing to do with him. We--"

Gin interrupted her and said, "Go ahead, take care of the little devil together."

Chu Ming didn't care about his back pain at this moment, he leaned on the railing with anticipation. He was very curious now. The FBI had no contact with Conan at this moment, so it was impossible for them to come to the rescue.

So what should Conan do in this crisis?

After all, the organization can fail countless times, but Conan can't afford to lose even once.

If Conan and Maori Kogoro really do something bad this time, he will have no choice but to accept the huge magnetic field with tears.

Seeing Chianti and Cohen's fingers gradually pulling the trigger, Vermouth could no longer bear it.

"Wait!" She suddenly spoke up to stop them, speaking very quickly, trying to convince them, "There is no evidence. If we rashly kill him who has a good relationship with the police, wouldn't that be—"

Gin suddenly pulled out his gun and pressed it against Vermouth's temple: "Vermouth, you are very annoying today."

Vermouth paused, looked at the gun pointed at her, but turned her head to look at Gin without fear, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. She was also sure that Gin would not kill her.

Gin narrowed his eyes, murderous intent gradually emerging.

Vodka was a little panicked. The fact that Vermouth was someone the boss valued was a tacit understanding among the core members of the organization. It was also rare to see Gin staring at Vermouth with such murderous intent.

He stammered, trying to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say. He could only call his elder brother when he was in doubt: "Big, big brother?"

Gin looked at Vermouth who seemed to have no reaction, and his eyes swept across her slightly wrinkled sleeves: "You had something with that detective, right?"

Chu Ming blinked his eyes. He didn't expect that things would suddenly develop in a colorful direction. He pricked up his ears, intending to listen to some gossip.

Vermouth did not explain. After all, she could not tell others why she had to defend them, so she just went with the flow: "Oh, if it is true, then what?"

"Then bring Gin with you next time." Chu Ming replied subconsciously. After all, there was a rumor in the organization that Gin and Vermouth were a couple. The rumor came from Vodka, who often followed Gin, so the rumor should be true. "Otherwise Gin will eat - OK, OK, OK, I won't say anything, move the gun away -"

Chu Ming looked at Gin who turned the gun towards him and shut up decisively. After all, if he got beaten now, he wouldn't be able to run away, so it would be better for him to behave himself for now.

Gin looked at Chu Ming who was lying on the railing in an awkward position, sneered, put the gun back into his arms, and looked at the chewing gum in his hand: "After killing Maori Kogoro, I will check whether there are any fingerprints on this chewing gum."

Conan still had headphones on his ears, and when he heard Gin's notice, he broke out in a cold sweat. He had just stuck his chewing gum on the wall without even thinking of wearing gloves. If he was found out...

Seeing that time was critical, he shouted to Maori Kogoro who seemed to know nothing upstairs: "Uncle, you hit all twelve!"

Maori Kogoro poked his head in surprise: "Really? You——Ah!"

Because of Conan's sudden shout, Mouri Kogoro suddenly jumped up, so the bullet shot at his heart went straight through his shoulder, and blood spurted out.

After all, he was a retired criminal policeman. He looked towards the rooftop opposite based on his intuition. After vaguely seeing a few people standing there, he suddenly rolled over and shrank behind the window, shouting downstairs: "Conan, hide quickly!"

At this time, Conan was like a panicked child and rushed into the corridor, which happened to be a blind spot for the sniper and he could not be seen at all.

Chianti's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he tutted impatiently: "The mouse is hiding, it's all because of that little devil."

Cohen continued to hold the gun: "That kid also has headphones."

Vermouth saw that the situation was not good and excused him: "He might have been listening to the horse racing, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Maori Kogoro won all twelve prizes."

"What does a kid know about horse racing?" Chianti said disdainfully, contradicting Vermouth.

"Retreat first." Gin's cold eyes swept across the sign of the Maori Detective Agency, and he dug out the bug and crushed it. "The police are probably coming, Granburch. I remember that you have a good relationship with them. I'll leave these two guys to you. Kill them within three days."

"No." Chu Ming lazily retorted, "You can kill them, but I don't want to do it."

This is the protagonist's magnetic field. If he takes action, he probably won't get anything, which would be a big loss.

[After struggling for a long time, I finally decided to let Maori Kogoro get hurt temporarily; but I will probably choose to write a few chapters about his choice in the extra chapter later~ If Maori Kogoro gets hurt, the red team will probably be almost wiped out. I will specially note it in the extra chapter when the time comes. You can choose to skip the extra chapter if you are a little cutie like Lei, and it will not affect the main text. ]

Chapter 617 Fingerprints

Gin heard the rejection again and his face darkened: "Why, you've been with them for a long time and have developed feelings for them?"

"It's not that emotional, it's mainly because I don't want to do it myself, how about letting Bo Ben do it?" Chu Ming leaned weakly on the railing, "I'm a patient now, can you bear to let me, a wounded soldier, go into battle?"

When Vermouth saw that Chu Ming and Gin had sentenced Mouri Kogoro to death in their conversation, she suddenly became anxious. She looked at Chu Ming with a slightly anxious look, obviously hoping that Chu Ming could help her save Mouri Kogoro.

Chu Ming raised his eyes and met hers. After a moment, he looked away as if nothing had happened.

Vermouth was obviously too concerned and confused. She couldn't grasp the main point at all. There was Conan's fingerprint in the chewing gum on Gin's hand. Once it was confirmed, the fact that he was Kudo Shinichi could no longer be concealed.

She is still obsessed with Gin's idea of ​​sending someone to kill Mouri Kogoro, and she doesn't think about the fact that when the truth is revealed, no one will be able to escape, not only Mouri Kogoro, but also Conan and Ran.

However, he himself must be fine now.

When he first came through, he was still a small follower in the organization, so he chose to get close to Conan. In this way, if the organization was wiped out, at least he, who joined the protagonist group, would be safe.

He had chosen to help Conan conceal the organization before because if Conan was exposed, he, as a member who had always been by Conan's side, would definitely be suspected by Gin.

But now - even if Conan and Haibara Ai's identities are exposed, Gin will not do anything to him.

So he was not worried at all about Conan's identity being exposed.

Gin glanced at the Maori Detective Agency, heard the sirens in the distance, and snorted coldly: "Retreat first."

"But, aren't we going to kill the detective?" Chianti was unhappy about his failure and obviously wanted to get back at the culprit.

"Don't worry, the police are here, retreat first." Gin was very calm, "There are plenty of opportunities to kill him."

After Gin said this, Vodka and his companions quickly began to retreat, clearing away all traces left behind.

On the way back, Gin said to Vermouth in a cold voice: "If you don't have a reasonable explanation for this matter, I will report it directly to the boss."

Obviously, although Chu Ming was just joking, Gin clearly did not forget Vermouth's protection of Mouri Kogoro.

Vermouth crossed her legs, paused her hands that were stirring her curly hair, and chuckled: "Ala, didn't you guess it all? Why are you still asking me?"

Gin's face turned dark, obviously unable to accept that Vermouth was a love-brained person.

Chu Ming said quietly, "I know the reason."

Vermouth was stunned and restrained the smile that was deliberately on her face. She looked at Chu Ming with a rare stern face, obviously hoping that he would not talk nonsense.

Chu Ming looked up at the sky and down at the earth, but not at her, and threw out a little bit of facts: "Back then, the detective's daughter saved her life."

When Vermouth heard that Chu Ming was talking about this, her heart dropped a little. Vodka, on the other hand, was driving with one hand and trying to get his hands on the first bite of the melon with the other hand: "When was it? Was it when Vermouth was in the United States? Did his daughter know your identity?"

Chu Ming didn't say anything else. Vermouth continued, "When we were besieging Akai Shuichi in the United States, I disguised myself as a murderer and was saved by his daughter. She didn't know my identity, but I haven't repaid her yet, so I hope you can wait until the matter is investigated clearly before you take action."

After thinking about it, she added, "Of course, if you find out that it was indeed Maori Kogoro who was eavesdropping, I will certainly not say anything, but I don't think that's the case. At that time, they were clearly talking about listening to the horse racing, right?"

Gin's expression remained unchanged after hearing this, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. He just said calmly: "I will report this matter truthfully to the boss."

Vermouth didn't say anything else. She was probably thinking about how to phrase her words when the boss came looking for her so as to clear her suspicion and get Conan and the others out of danger.

Chu Ming didn't remind her about the chewing gum. After all, he was still very curious about how the plot would develop if Conan exposed it.

Because of his intervention, the plot has changed a lot.

Conan's help was cut off by him. He could neither deal with the FBI nor get involved with the police. Now the only ones who could help him were the doctor and the good guy Takagi.

As for the FBI, Judy is dead, and Shuichi Akai's life or death is unknown. Several FBI agents who had previously sneaked into Japan with Shuichi Akai are currently being besieged by the organization, and it is estimated that some were killed or injured.

After searching in vain on the mountain outside of Simodo City, Bourbon angrily surrounded the FBI group in order to lure Shuichi Akai out, but even though they suffered heavy casualties, there was still no news of Shuichi Akai.

At this point, there are two opinions within the organization regarding whether Akai Shuichi is dead or alive.

One is that he was dead and his body was taken away by wild beasts.

Another is that he fell from a plane, was seriously injured, and is still recovering from his injuries.

But no matter which speculation it is, Shuichi Akai will definitely not have a chance to appear in the near future.

Vermouth did not follow them back to the base, and Gin dropped her off halfway. Chu Ming was very curious about the fingerprints on the chewing gum, so he shamelessly clung to Vodka and let Vodka half-support and half-climb him into the laboratory.