Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 1198: Garage Suspense

Toru Amuro held the gun in his right hand and stared coldly at the bamboo horse he had known since childhood.

He should have been happy that his companion had "resurrected".

But now, there was no trace of a smile on his lips.

The black muzzle of the other's gun was reflected in each other's pupils. Neither of them fired, but they also refused to be the first to put down the pistol pointed at the other's head.

"Bourbon, why are you here?"

Scotch asked first after a moment of silence.

However, Scotch's tone was very cold, without any emotion, and even had a condescending interrogation.

This tone made Toru Amuro feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Humph……"

He snorted disdainfully, without losing his momentum at all, "I should be the one to ask you... Why are you, a traitor to this organization, still alive now?"

Although he already knew that Zhu Fu Jingguang was still alive through previous investigations, he could not tell whether this matter was fraudulent or not.

Maybe the person in front of him is not the real Jingguang. It may be Belmode or someone else pretending to be someone sent by the boss to test his attitude.

Although this possibility is very small...

But to be on the safe side, he had to maintain their identities in the organization as Bourbon and Scotch.

One is a cadre of the organization, and the other is a traitor to the organization.

And this traitor should have lost his life forever on the rooftop three years ago.

Facing Bourbon's question, Scotch's eyes flashed with a hint of thinking, and there was some confusion in his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he put down the pistol, took out the phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

This wave of operations made Bourbon stunned. It was already this time. Who was he calling?

But soon, he knew.

Scotch Whiskey dialed the phone and described the situation to the person on the other side of the phone in the simplest terms.

Then, following the instructions on the other side of the phone, he handed the phone to Bourbon.

"Let me listen to you..."

Bourbon still didn't lower the arm holding the gun, a look of caution flashed in his eyes, but he still took the phone from Scotch's hand.

On the other side of the phone, a rough voice produced by a voice changer spoke no nonsense and made his identity clear.

"I'm Rum."

Rum!

Upon hearing this code name, Bourbon's eyes suddenly froze.

The organization's code name is "Rum", and he is the long-rumored second-in-command in the organization. He is the person with the highest identity and status besides the organization's boss.

Bourbon had only heard many versions of rumors about this organization's junior boss, such as "strong man", "woman-like man", "old man" and the like.

But Bourbon himself had never communicated with him on the phone, let alone met him in person.

This is the first time.

And it turned out to be under the influence of Scotch whiskey.

Bourbon took a deep look at Scotch, and at the same time responded to the person on the phone in a cold tone.

"I'm Bourbon."

"Bourbon, help Scotch get this sorted out."

This is an order without any nonsense.

But Bourbon had no temper for this order, because according to his status in the organization, he had to obey Rum's arrangements.

"I see."

As soon as Bourbon finished speaking, a "beep" busy tone sounded on the phone.

Rum hung up the phone.

Bourbon took Scotch's phone and looked at it before handing it back to him.

Looking at my former companions, I thought they had gone offline midway, but in the end, they unknowingly climbed to a higher position than me.

What have you experienced in the past three years?

Jingguang...

Bourbon now has a lot of questions that he wants to ask Scotch Whiskey, but business is urgent at the moment and the two of them are not allowed to have too many other exchanges.

And even if the Scotch whiskey in front of you is the same as before, three years is enough to change a lot of things.

Jingguang, do you still insist on justice in your heart?

"Well, since Rum asked me to assist you, I can only do it..."

Bourbon's tone revealed the emotion of giving up the pursuit entirely for Rum's sake.

He put the pistol back into his waist and said: "There are police outside now, and people may come down from the garage at any time..."

"I don't care what mission you are performing here, but if you don't want to be discovered, get out of here quickly."

Scotch looked back at the pool of blood on the ground, where the suspicious drop of blood still remained.

But as Bourbon said, once someone discovers something strange in the garage, things could get serious.

The target this time is the police. If the police find any clues, the Japanese police will not give up.

"There should be two more people here. One of them was shot. He can't be too far away from here..."

Before Scotch could finish speaking, Bourbon showed an impatient expression.

"I'll take care of it, you go first."

"You are dressed too suspiciously. If someone finds you, no one will believe that you are a shopping customer at the mall."

Bourbon tried his best to persuade Scotch to leave as soon as possible, and also wanted to leave more time to investigate alone.

And since "Michael" also appears here, he seems to have some preliminary judgments about things.

Scotch glanced at Bourbon, and after two seconds, said expressionlessly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, he turned around and left, running towards the exit of the underground garage.

Looking at Scotch's back, for some reason, Bourbon's eyes reflected the glory of his short hair days.

But he also knows that Scotch whiskey today cannot be viewed the same way it once was.

Being emotional can cost the lives of two people.

He withdrew his gaze and began to look down at the pool of blood on the ground.

In just a moment, he saw that the blood drops on the edge of the blood stain were a little unnatural.

As Scotch says, one of the guys was too badly hurt to get very far from here.

Bourbon looked around, then lay on the ground in a push-up position.

Car chassis came into view one after another, but in the gap between the car chassis and the ground, there was a person lying on the ground like an island.

found it!

Bourbon stood up immediately, ran in the direction, and saw the man lying between the two cars.

Staring at the man's unfamiliar face, Bourbon was a little confused.

He had no impression of this person. Judging from his clothing and appearance, he looked like an ordinary white-collar office worker. Why would such a person be hunted down by the organization?

And it was an order given by Rum himself, carried out by Scotch.

He turned sideways, walked away from the pool of blood on the ground, stretched out his hand to test his breath.

His breathing was very weak, but he was still alive and was currently in a state of shock.

If left alone, he would die soon.

Bourbon felt a little tangled in his heart. If he left it alone, this person would definitely die.

But if you take care of his injuries, once the person survives, the organization may become suspicious of him as a do-gooder. Unless the value of this person's existence outweighs the risk of being doubted by the organization and thus losing trust...

Just as Bourbon was mentally weighing what to do, some chaotic footsteps came from the empty garage.

Bourbon immediately held his breath, his body was completely still, and he listened quietly.

Not alone...

Probably a passerby.

Now that there were other people in the garage, Bourbon immediately had an idea in mind.

He glanced at the two cars on the left and right. The car on the right was a Mercedes-Benz with the latest electronic anti-theft system, which was said to be "absolutely anti-theft."

He rolled up his sleeves and used the fabric on the cuffs to pull the door handle of the Mercedes-Benz.

If you forcefully pull the car door without the key, you can imagine the consequences.

鞥~~

The piercing alarm sound instantly echoed throughout the garage.

Bo didn't have time to see the reactions of passers-by. He had already done everything he could do, and he could only leave it to fate.

He crouched and left quietly from the path behind the car.

At the same time, Conan, Judy, and Kamel on the other side of the garage were looking at the huge garage, wondering where to search for the "blond man" when a harsh voice broke the silence and pointed the way for them.

The three of them looked at the direction of the sound at the same time. A Mercedes-Benz was restlessly flashing its lights in the parking space.

"there!"

Kamel pointed, Conan and Judy had already run over first.

The three of them ran to the Mercedes-Benz and immediately saw the man lying flat between the two cars.

A large amount of blood flowed from the man's abdomen, his face was pale, and his breath was lingering in a half-dead state.

Judy glanced at the man's face and immediately recognized that this was the man the "blond man" had left with just now.

"He seems to be dying!"

Kamel warned, and Judy, who was relatively slender, quickly turned sideways and got in, and began to treat the man's wounds.

But when he opened the man's clothes, he saw that his abdomen was wrapped in white cloth.

"The wounds have been treated..."

"Kamel, go to the main entrance of the mall quickly, the ambulance should still be there!"

"Oh!"

Judy made a prompt decision and asked Kamel to find an ambulance nearby.

After Kamel ran away, Conan, who looked serious, also walked slowly between the man's legs with his pocket in his pocket.

Looking at the mottled blood stains on the fabric, Conan felt a dull pain in his abdomen.

As someone who has suffered a gunshot wound to the abdomen, Conan is very knowledgeable about this type of injury.

Once an ordinary person is injured like this, the pain may cause them to lose consciousness on the spot.

Even if you don't lose consciousness, your body will be unable to move under the severe pain. The blood loss will quickly make your body fall into a state of weakness, making it difficult to speak, let alone bandage your own wounds.

In other words, this wound was bandaged by someone else.

Take another look at the Mercedes Benz next to you. This car is unlikely to trigger the alarm for no reason.

Someone must have been here just now...

Could it be him?

The figure of the blond man appeared in Conan's mind. Combined with Judy's testimony that she saw the "brother-in-law" coming here before, it could only be him.

But if he was the one who bandaged the wounds, then who was the one who caused these injuries?

And what is the identity of this injured man?

Conan continued to scan around the man's body, and soon discovered that there was still a little blood here, unlike the first scene.

"Teacher Judy, take a look here, I'll take a look nearby..."

"Eh? You..."

Before Judy could answer, Conan had already put his hands in his pockets and walked to other parts of the garage.

Before he had even taken two steps, a concrete load-bearing column with a large piece missing caught his eye.

"Ok?"

Conan took three steps at a time and ran over, looking up.

It was a nearly semicircular gap with jagged edges, and there were a small amount of gravel and three bullet casings scattered on the surrounding ground.

"This is……"

Conan frowned and stared at the gap in confusion.

First of all, it couldn't have been smashed out by someone or hit by a car, because the gaps are so neat.

It's impossible to hit it with a bullet. If you want to hit the concrete stone pillar like this, it must be at least the level of a cannonball.

But beyond that, what caused it?

Conan bent down and looked at the gravel on the ground. From the point where the gravel fell, he judged that the force hitting the load-bearing column came from behind him.

He looked back and saw a Suzuki sedan parked there with the door open.

There was still a large amount of blood stains under the driver's door.

The first scene, found!

Conan quickly ran over and looked at the broken glass in the car seat, the blood on the ground, and the bundle of wires pulled out from under the steering wheel, and quickly restored the scene in his mind.

Someone tried to steal this car...

But when he got into the car, he was shot in the abdomen by someone from the opposite side.

So, the party being attacked fought back in some way, causing a gap in the load-bearing column?

Conan looked at the gap in the load-bearing pillar and still felt incredible.

What kind of weapon is this that can cause this kind of damage?

But even with such a weapon, the person who fired the shot should not have been hurt, otherwise there should be another body on the ground...

"Um……"

Conan groaned.

After looking around and finding nothing else, he returned to Judy.

Seeing Conan return, Judy quickly asked: "Did you find anything?"

"I found a place that looks like the first scene..."

Conan didn't say anything, because the scene of the accident was indeed suspicious.

But Judy has a relatively clear new discovery.

She took out a driving certificate from her hand and handed it to Conan.

"This is what I found from this person. Although the information is very comprehensive, the photos are very different. It feels like it is not his own..."

Conan looked serious and took a look at the driving certificate. He found that the person on the certificate was somewhat familiar.

not very familiar with!

"This, isn't this Police Officer Chiba?"

"Officer Chiba? Is he actually a policeman?"

Judy looked down at the man in surprise. She didn't find any police manual or anything like that on the man.

Conan took his driver's license and checked it over and over again. The fat baby face in the photo was none other than the missing detective from the 1st and 3rd departments of the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section - Chiba Kazunobu.

After looking at the photo on the driver's license and comparing it with the man's face, Conan discovered it.

How similar are they?

(End of this chapter)