Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 129

what happened!

that car...

Out of control?
The drivers in the Cold War cooperated very well at this time. One twisted the steering wheel, the other stepped on the brakes, the speed of the car slowed down, it stopped smoothly, and the windshield was rolled down. Everyone just saw Keel, who was intact, came out of the co-pilot .

"Tap...Tap Tat"

As if afraid that others would not know she was there, her high heels snapped, Gin waved her hand, basically referring to FBl.

"It's like this! I woke up early and heard the FBI radio. I knew you would intercept me immediately, so I took the opportunity to knock the driver unconscious with a fried egg box." Keel said.

"I regained consciousness two or three days ago, but the FBI seems to have always thought I was in a coma."

After watching the wonderful performance of the undercover kid, Beifeng exchanged a glance with Qinjiu, and at the same time, the two found a touch of amusement in each other's eyes.

"After solving the FBI, go back."

"Peng!"

A big guy full of art and philosophy is rising. The car that Keel was in before exploded directly. Is the explosion as good as the season of gin?

A siren sounded suddenly not far away.

Now that I have attracted irrelevant people, I have to leave first...

"Get in the car and retreat first."

Keir was about to get into the car to find a seat when he suddenly felt a chill rising from behind. A snow-white arm covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. After struggling for three seconds, Keir fell down, The foot twitched three times, but the corpse was not blown up.

Beifeng took back the handkerchief that had covered Conan.

Back in the car and sit down.

Gin nodded.

Vodka got out of the car with a blank expression, picked up Keir by the waist, and threw him into the trunk roughly, with the shivering Toru Amuro as company.

(Ps: An undercover agent does not deserve to have a seat)
The car drives mechanically, but this time Vodka concentrates on driving the car, literally.

But his eyes were uncontrollably focused on one person, and there was an unknowingly smell of chicken legs in his mouth.

……

Karasuma Xia Shilian sat on the side, watching a short movie, wearing headphones, pretending to be very serious.

But the phone is upside down.

……

The pier in the dead of night.

"That gentleman, I think this matter is very suspicious."

"We... took you back from the FBI so easily!"

"Keir, you don't know yet, the undercover list we have now, your name is still on it."

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm not an undercover agent!"

Looking at the gin Moet and their driver in front of them, the woman who was tied up by the rope shook her head frantically.

"In this case, let Akai Shuichi's death prove your loyalty." Qin Jiu said.

The gun was raised and dropped, the bullet grazed Kiel's waist, broke the rope, and played with the gun, the man looked aside calmly.

Gin: Ask for praise (▼▼メ)
Beifeng: I didn't notice it.

After all, he is not a little fan girl.

It's just vodka alone applauding.

Gin: "..."

No one looked at him.

(Ps: Vodka has already degenerated into a fertilized egg in Gin's heart, which is not considered a normal human being.)
……

Keel limped away on high heels.

……

Beifeng just brought in two small benches and stayed in the monitoring room with Gin. The boss said that they don't need to go anywhere tonight, just watch the monitoring and eat melons and play mahjong.

The duo of drivers who don't deserve to have a bench are sitting on the ground, holding the hidden snack melon seeds in their hands. They are true: eat melons.

There is already a vicissitudes of life in the monitor on Keir's body.

"puff…"

The screen was stained red with blood, and Shuichi Akai, who was in sight, was beaten back by Kiel, who was limping on high heels, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Bei Feng keenly observed that after falling to the ground, Chi Chi scratched his butt, perhaps realizing that the posture of pretending to be dead was wrong, and he quietly licked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

Akai Hideichi: To pretend to be dead, there must be Ako adj.
I am a dedicated actor.

Maybe his butt was itchy, and he scratched it again.

Give him a live role even after death, he is indeed a good actor.

Beifeng looked at Qinjiu expressionlessly, and seeing Model Worker looking thoughtful, Qinjiu said seriously, "Give him a shot in the head."

"But I have pierced his lungs, and he struggled for at most 10 minutes..."

"To the head, shoot him in the head again. Let me watch his life disappear completely." Qin Jiu's eyes were fixed on the screen on the monitor.

Can he say that watching Akai Shuichi scratch his ass also itch?Can you tell?Such a shame!Therefore, the unhappy Gin decided to let the "player" die a little more peacefully.

On the screen, the dedicated Akai Shuichi opened his eyes and parted his lips slightly: "I didn't expect to come to this point."

"Peng..."

The gun was basically buckled, and the picture in front of him turned into black and white in an instant.

One less interesting enemy...

only him...

Qin Wei smiled unconsciously.

……

The volume of the communication device was not loud, and Kiel could barely hear a whisper: "Yes..."

sorry?
Probably misheard.

He suddenly felt bored, just as Boss sent an email: Keir's undercover identity is to be determined.

……

Is life a process of self-salvation?
The premise of this problem is that human nature is inherently evil, which is the theory of original sin in Christianity. Many people can’t accept that a baby will go to hell with original sin as soon as it is born, so they invented the theory of original sin. In short, the meaning of the theory of original sin is , People who do not believe in religion will go to hell.

To live is to redeem oneself.

In the monitoring, Shui Wurenai dragged his heavy body forward slowly, the moisture in his eyes was dried by the wind...

……

The next day, it was still Mihua Town, and people were hurrying to and fro on the street. Conan and his teammates came home from school together. When they passed by the coffee shop, they paused, their eyes dimmed.

"I don't know what happened to him. There should be nothing wrong... FBI, I hope they are reliable allies." Conan muttered in a low voice. Today is the class taught by the Chinese teacher next door, so that Conan's child finished writing at school early. Homework, now I'm having a hard time.

"Compared to this, heh, it's rare, Detective, there doesn't seem to be any murders around you recently~" Hui Yuanai complained, and Ban Yue's eyes shone brightly, as if looking at his younger brother.

Conan rolled his eyes.

Fuck!He is not a plague god!It's all because of the dead parrot in Beifeng's house!It's green and glossy, and it doesn't look like a good bird at first glance, but it's Conan, what's it called... a elementary school student of death!

Shit!

"Conan, brother Beifeng didn't come to teach us today, is he sick, or, let's go visit him?" Ayumi said seriously.

"Yes, have you finished your homework anyway?" Genta and Mitsuhiko sang the oboe.

A Li touched her big belly, Mimi's eyes, and nodded.

What he didn't tell Conan was that Beifeng gave these children a few days ago.Each left a box of homework.

Especially Conan, he received special treatment.

Others are one box, Conan is one hundred million boxes.

(End of this chapter)