Sniping
In the dead silence, Qin Jiu's cell phone rang.
Qin Jiu glanced down at the text message, nodded, and said, "The mission is over, take everything you can find, and deal with the aftermath..."
"I will be responsible." Kurokawa Rin agreed, feeling a little doubtful in his heart.
Judging by Gin's expression, it should be Rum's order, but isn't Rum's reaction too fast? He himself knew there was another bomb, but how did Rum know?
"Where are the rest of the villa? Bourbon." Gin asked again.
"I..." Toru Amuro's heart tightened, thinking about his words.
Of course the man was not killed, he was just knocked unconscious, but if he said it directly, Qin Jiu would be suspicious of his soft-hearted reason; After all, if Rum could get the news so quickly, the Metropolitan Police Department or the Police Department must have an eyeliner, and their status is not low.
"Ginjiu, he is my man, there is no need to report to you." Kurokawa Rin interrupted in a deep voice, "I said, I will deal with the aftermath."
"Oh, up to you." Gin Jiu sneered, glanced at Toru Amuro, put away his gun, and walked out, "It's still like this, I hope there is no second Scotland."
Toru Amuro only felt his head heat up, and bit the tip of his tongue desperately, using the pain to calm himself down, so he wouldn't punch him on the spot.
However, before he could say anything, there was a "chi" sound, and a gust of knife wind passed by, cutting off a few long silver hairs.
After the thin blade was nailed into the door frame with a "dumb", a thin bloodstain appeared on Qin Jiu's cheek.
"Gin." Kurokawa Rin's icy voice sounded, "You better remember not to mention the name 'Scotland' in front of me. This is a warning, there will be no next time."
Gin raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, looked back at him, then looked at Toru Amuro with disgust, and strode out the door.
"Boom!" Emperor Mori's legs softened, and he sat down on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
God, who was he bargaining with just now? This instant burst of murderous aura, the stinging pain that almost splits the skin, can no longer tell whether it is a real existence or an illusion.
horrible!
Amuro opened his mouth, but felt that he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to say thank you to Kurokawa Rin, but Bourbon didn't have any position to say this thank you.
Seeing that Gin Jiu was about to walk out of the living room, Moriya Teiji suddenly realized what the "aftermath" meant by these people, and immediately shouted: "Stop! Don't move!"
"Huh?" Qin Jiu slightly turned his head.
Moriya Emperor II raised his right arm high, holding a delicate lighter in his hand, his face was so ferocious that he distorted his expression: "Don't move, you want to kill me? At most, we will die together!"
"Heh." Qin Jiu sneered disdainfully, and glanced at Kurokawa Rin.
Kurokawa Rin sighed and put his left hand in his coat pocket.
"Don't move!" Moriya Teiji said bitterly, "How fast is your throwing knife? Even if you cut my carotid artery, the few seconds before I die are enough to press the detonator!"
"Oh." Kurokawa Rin's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "Would you like to try it?"
"Hehe, you think I'm afraid of death?" Moriya Teiji knew that he couldn't retreat, one step back would mean death and no life, suppressing his fear, even if his hands were trembling, he firmly pressed on the button.
"Not afraid? It's good." Kurokawa Rin nodded happily, and then wrote lightly, "Then you go to die."
Moriya Teiji was taken aback, subconsciously about to press the detonator.
However, at the next moment, a bullet broke through the window and shot precisely between his eyebrows.
Moriya Teiji's eyes widened, his fingers rested on the button, but he didn't press it after all.
Kurokawa Rin glanced at the window, and pressed the call button with his hand in his pocket.
700 yards, one shot to the brain stem, without a second delay, this is the strength of the top sniper Akai Shuichi.
"I don't know how to live or die." Qin Jiu left two words and strode away, only the windbreaker brought a gust of breeze.
Moriya Teiji didn't do much cleaning at first, and there was a sniper attack, the police will arrive soon, and he has to rush to take away the gunpowder in the basement.
"You didn't intend to let him live, did you? Even if he didn't have to threaten to die together." Toru Amuro finally said a word.
"Yes." Kurokawa Rin did not deny it.
Today he didn't wear makeup, and he didn't allow gin and vodka. How could he let Teiji Moriya, who saw his true face, live.
What's more, in his heart, Moriya Teiji, who made terrorist attacks on civilians, deserves to die. Japan's sentencing of the death penalty is very strict. As a public security officer, Rei Fuguya may not bear the execution of lynching, but Shuichi Akai will not feel psychological pressure. In the U.S., when the police patrol, even if the suspect scratches an itch, he may be deemed to have pulled out a weapon and be shot dead directly, not to mention that Teiji Moritani really wants to press the detonator. The FBI should get used to it.
In an instant, Toru Amuro had restrained the expression in his eyes.
Of course he didn't sympathize with Teiji Moritani who wanted to blow them up, but he instinctively didn't like the attitude of organizing random killings, especially if that person was still rye whiskey, the degree of disgust needed to be multiplied tenfold.
"Okay, we still have to deal with the aftermath." Rin Kurokawa stood up, took off the tablecloth on the long table, covered Teiji Moriya's body, and took the detonator and weighed it in his hand. Thoughtful.
"What's wrong?" Amuro asked.
"You said, what if we retreat immediately and press the detonator to kill the gin?" Kurokawa Rin asked seriously.
"Ah..." Toru Amuro was dumbfounded.
However, thinking about it, there is still a little excitement!
"Don't make such an expression, I'm just kidding." Kurokawa Rin smiled "puchi", removed the battery of the detonator, wiped off the fingerprints and threw them into the trash can together.
"It's a joke." Toru Amuro forced the corners of his lips to wryly smile.
The beating heart gradually calmed down. Also, if you just want to kill a gin, what's the problem? But the consequence of killing Gin is a direct war with the organization, which is not good for him now.
"Let's go. You drag the body to the door, and Ley will come to pick us up." Kurokawa Rin said, and began to clean up the fingerprints and footprints left by them.
"What?" Amuro came back to his senses, and said in disbelief, "What's the use of you wanting a corpse?"
"I need to delay time." Kurokawa Rin explained, "If the police find that Moriya Teiji is dead now, they may think that this case is over. Did you forget that there is a bigger firework?"
Amuro was startled, and finally showed a gentle smile.
No matter how indifferent you say it, you still can't be a bad person after all. You who care about the life and death of ordinary people should return to the sun.
Kurokawa Rin looked at him inexplicably for a moment and his mood improved, but...forget it, just be happy. But how to tell Conan that there is still a bomb in Mihua City Hall? Almost all the clues here have been cut off by him, and I don't know if Conan can think of it.
"Rin, look at this." Toru Amuro, who was wrapping the corpse in a tablecloth, picked up a piece of paper with a solemn expression, "I found it from Teiji Moritani's pocket, which is the diagram of the bomb structure."
"Ah?" Kurokawa Rin took it and glanced at it. There were countless complaints in his heart and he couldn't say it. After a while, he said, "Is this the kind of bomber with a brain hole? Even the instruction manual is prepared, for fear that others will not be able to dismantle it." ?"
No wonder in the original book, relying on Kudo Shinichi's dictation, Mao Lilan was able to dismantle the bomb with a pair of sewing scissors!
Toru Amuro spread his hands, expressing his helplessness, and then swiftly wrapped up the corpse and dragged it away. The tablecloth has a waterproof layer, which will not let the blood flow out for a while.
Kurokawa Rin quickly cleaned up all the traces, thought for a while, then looked around, and found the study.
If Conan misses, Mao Lilan is really killed. Without the heroine, the system will judge him to fail the mission, right? I have done so much, and I am not reconciled to failing here.
So, I have to leave some clues for Conan.
He looked at the photos on the wall, thought for a while, took a red marker pen from the pen holder on the desk, and circled all the photos of the buildings that had the accident.
The Kurokawa house and the houses that were burned in a series of arson attacks, the Sumida Canal Bridge, and finally Mika City Hall.
Well, this tip is straightforward enough!
There are also bomb disposal instructions... Folded and placed directly on the desk.
After finishing all this, Kurokawa Rin nodded with satisfaction, cleaned up the traces, and left.
Look, I'm really a good guardian, aren't I?
Will not spoil children, cultivate their plasticity to complete tasks independently, and will not let them go completely, and give all the help they can.
Thank you for being busy, Conan-kun.
At the entrance of the villa, a red Chevrolet slowly stopped.
Toru Amuro stepped forward and knocked on the car window, and gestured to Shuichi Akai who was driving.
Akai Hideo got out of the car, opened the trunk, lifted the package with him and threw it in, closed the car cover with a snap, and asked casually, "It's so heavy, what is it? It doesn't look like gunpowder, does it?"
"Dead man, you killed it." Amuro smiled maliciously at him.
"..." Akai Shuichi stiffened.
Kill them all, and take the corpse back as a specimen? Can my car still hold food in the future?
He was not happy, so Toru Amuro was happy, and even the gloom of being mentioned Scotland by gin was swept away.
"Let's go, hurry up." Kurokawa Rin came out, pointing to the earphones, "The bomb on the ring line has been resolved, we must go there immediately to blend in with the crowd, and the people from the Metropolitan Police Department are also coming this way."
Hearing this, the two immediately opened the door.
Toru Amuro squeezed beside Kurokawa Rin, and threw the guitar bag occupying the place on the passenger seat.
He wasn't apologetic at all for using Ley as a driver.
"What about the stuff in the trunk?" Akai Hideichi asked while stepping on the gas pedal, "Do you need me to throw it into Tokyo Bay for a while?"
"Don't pollute the water quality of Tokyo Bay?" Amuro said sarcastically.
"Go to the Gunma Mountains to dig a hole and bury it." Akai Shuichi corrected his words in a good-tempered manner.
"No need." Kurokawa Rin patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder to signal him not to speak, and then said indifferently, "Let you go here first, Moritani Teiji can't live forever without seeing people and dead bodies."
"Put... me here?" Akai Hideichi's expression cracked. Is this going to be in the car, or in the safe house?
"Hahahaha..." Toru Amuro couldn't help laughing.
"This weather will stink." Akai Shuichi said helplessly.
"No, just keep it for two or three days at most." Kurokawa Rin paused, remembering the timeline that would probably jump wildly once the bombing was over, and said, "It's really not possible, let's buy a freezer or something first. I'm here."
"..." Akai Hideyoshi sighed, "I see."
However, Kurokawa Rin actually didn't want to be labeled as a pervert by his capable subordinates, so he explained, "The villa has traces of sniping, and the blood left behind can't tell whether it's dead or alive. If such a big case doesn't have a close, There will be trouble. When the bomb matter is resolved, I will make the body appear reasonably, let the police close the case completely, and seal the file."
"Reasonable appearance?" Akai Shuichi asked doubtfully. A corpse shot by a sniper is not "reasonable" no matter where it appears, right?
"I will solve it." Kurokawa Rin only said.
At the same time, in the opposite direction from where they left, several police cars drove over quickly and stopped in front of Morigu's house.
Search Section 1, Explosive Ordnance Disposal Office, Kogoro Mori and Conan.
"The monitor is broken, it's a bomb," Shiratori said.
Everyone's expression changed.
"Hurry up and go in." Mumu Police Department gave an order.
Relying on his small size, Conan avoided Mori Kogoro trying to grab his hand, and rushed in after him.
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