Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 106 Visiting the Psychiatric Hospital [Part [-]]

In the early autumn of October, the chill is getting stronger, and the autumn wind is blowing, making it chilly.

Beifeng looked at Tan Baima indifferently.

After knowing that the person was not Sydney, Qin Jiu looked at Tan Baima with the same indifferent face.

In front of people, he will not lose his temper.

It's definitely not because Beifeng struck too fast and he didn't have time to draw his gun!
But why did he become a zongzi again... Wait, why did he add another?
……

On the other side, Vodka's sleeping face was expressionless and drooling, and he was facing two pairs of eyes without emotion. Moreover, the owner of the eyes... this
One of them was not wearing a mask yet!

It's dangerous at first sight!
Tan Baima suddenly panicked. The high-spirited young man thought of his family, Watson, and silently straightened his back.

Then, he saw two men staring at him from behind, one stood up neatly, carried away the one wrapped in the curtain cloth, and then the driver was forcibly stuffed with [-] yen, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the "gangsters" "Get out of the car and go away.

White Horse: "..."

They're gone!That's it?
He was ruthlessly abandoned.

The driver took the money and fell into deep thought...

"This eight hundred...isn't enough!"

The driver silently looked at the dropped vodka, and looked away calmly.

It's okay, here's another one, it looks a little bully, he asked this stupid big man for money.

…………

Luonanshan Mental Hospital.

The genius is on the left, the madman is on the right, and it turns out: geniuses are easy to get in.

Qin Jiu himself has never been so worried, because he feels that he is not a genius, he is more than a genius, he is a king!
In the mental hospital, there is a guy who wrote himself into it by writing a book. He is not a member of the organization, but has something to do with the organization's arms trade. This person is currently engaged in high-tech research and smuggling in the mental hospital.

Gin was held up by Beifeng, and Beifeng stared at each other without speaking.

Beifeng: "..."

This piano, if you are still angry, you won't give directions!
Gin: "..."

He is not angry, really!

Qin really wanted to point, but this... no hands!And...now that the two sides are fighting a cold war, he must not talk about gin! (╬◣◢)
Two people, it's so embarrassing.

So Beifeng turned 38 times on the spot. In the evening, he thought he could go straight, so...

One minute later, Reaper, who had finished registering the information, ran towards No. 1 holding a Zongziqin. The guard who led the way laughed and joked with the two of them: "You two are very close, and you are here in a mental hospital."

Before Qin could refute, the doorman who spoke at an astonishing speed said to himself again: "However, the person living in No. 250 is actually quite normal, but for some reason, he has been under observation and no one has taken him out... "

"To be honest, he is really a weird person. He has been here for more than three years, and I haven't seen him or talked to anyone else..."

"Heh..." Gin was being held up, feeling someone on his waist holding his hand, his heart was exploding, while suppressing his discomfort, he sneered and looked at the doorman with chills.

"Maybe, he just... doesn't like to talk to people who are stupid than him, and people who are smarter than him think he is stupid, so they don't talk to him." Bei Fengmu explained emotionally.

"So this is ah!!"

The doorman nodded, and then he realized it and asked, "Then he doesn't want to talk to me, is it the former or the latter?"

"Ha ha!"

With the gin carried by Beifeng, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an awkward yet polite smile.

The two men spoke in unison, and the chorus was cold and pleasant: "I'm so sorry, it's the latter."

Doorman: "..."

He's just a bitch without a name!Is it necessary to despise his IQ in public so much!
The embarrassment was finally broken, Qin Jiu turned to look at Beifeng, and calmly said: "Put me down and take you to visit the doctor."

"Oh." Beifeng untied the curtains, put the Zongziqin on the ground, straightened it up, pretended that nothing happened just now, took out the long-lost funny mask, and replaced the solid black mask in the corner, so...

When Gin faced the funny, a fluster for no reason occupied his heart. His heart, which hadn't been beating violently for a long time, was very active!

As the organization's well-deserved Top Killer, Gin, he is human, just standing, there are several psychopaths trembling all over.

What's more, the Bo|Lai|Ta M92F has been carried in his windbreaker pocket by him, so that there is an obvious bulge under the black windbreaker.

Psychopath A: "Wow! The rooster is big!"

Psychopath B: "Wow! What a big sausage!"

The nurse walking the patient showed an apologetic smile, but her eyes unconsciously aimed at the mysterious bulge under the gin windbreaker.

……

That's a gun!Not something weird!

The man who has always been cautious and calm almost slipped and fell.

"These patients are very cute!" the guard sighed.

They finally arrived at ward 250, and a neatly dressed man was sitting inside the door, showing a smile: "You are here, I miss you very much..."

Beifeng observed the person's micro-expression. His facial muscles were undulating, his smile was fake, his eyes were erratic, and he even rubbed his nose.

This is the characteristic of a liar, so North Wind came to a conclusion.

This man didn't lie.

However, he may be an aboveboard undercover agent.

After the door was closed and the monitoring power was cut off, the three of them set up the shop and sat for a while.

"I am Highland Barley Wine, from China, and a mental patient."

"I, Moët." Beifeng responded in a responsive manner.

I complained a little in my heart, this name is not good, like a certain Jing Ke, the strong man who was gone when Yi Shuihan left.

Gin sniffed and smelled a nasty smell, and he had a vague guess in his heart...

"This is 80 yuan. I want the latest C-type weapon with [-] rounds of bullets." Qin Jiu took out his card silently and began to order the set menu proficiently.

The man code-named Qinglan turned over the bookcase in the psychiatric ward, took out a bunch of keys, cracked open the floor tiles under his feet, and skillfully took out a dozen bombs, round and silvery.

I turned over another brick, carried out several large boxes of bullets, packed them in corrugated paper, and wrote three big characters in a black signature pen in disguise: snack packs.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

"Thank you for your patronage."

"Ah."

"Would you like a pot of wine? You won't be charged for low-alcohol alcohol," said the highland barley wine.

Gin silently put his hand into the closet, pushed the upper layer of clothes away, found a hollow place, turned it over, took out a bottle of Moet from inside, shook it twice, let go of the gun with his left hand, and pulled out two more from the inside. Disposable cups.

I found a hemp stool and sat down, and opened the wine bottle with a tong for cracking melon seeds. The glass was full of wine, and the wine was clear with only tiny bubbles.

Gin held the paper cup, gurgling and finishing the cup.

As for Beifeng, holding the wine in his hand, he felt that something was not quite right.

Gin and Moet...

Still holding a disposable paper cup to drink?
There is an inexplicably a bit miserable taste.

"Wine, it's not just limited to tasting." The highland barley on the side had an unknown and strange smile, and his eyes were warm.

"It has an internal taste."

He looked at North Wind.

Beifeng: "What are you looking at?"

Qing Barley (eyes frantically implying): "No, no, no, I'm not looking at you! Look...he's drunk you, fuck him now!"

Beifeng: "..."

It really has meaning.

"Look again, and you will be gone."

Qing Barley was taken aback, and a charming smile appeared on the old man's face.

"How is it possible, I am very persistent..."

Before he finished speaking, the bricks he had lifted before covered his head, and before he could close his wide eyes, the green tree fell to the ground, life and death unknown.

The culprit, Beifeng, silently turned on his cell phone and released a video, in which was a man praying with a cross, saying: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. May your kingdom come. May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

"Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

"Ah! May the holy light guide the lost souls in front of you, ah! May the dead be bathed in warmth, because the kingdom, power, and glory belong to you."

"Forever!"

In the video, the painting style changed suddenly, from a man criticizing the holy light to a black boy giving a thumbs up.

Gin turned his head to the side, and the two of them began to read according to the subtitles:
Beifeng: "You still live in our hearts."

Gin: "May you continue to live in heaven."

Beifeng: "Please forget what I did"

Gin: "Zuan."

Wine should indeed be tasted with connotation.

It's a pity that he, Beifeng/Ginjiu, is a serious person.

(End of this chapter)