Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Conan found the photographer.

Although the photographer turned his back to him, at the moment he saw him, Conan told himself: That's right, it was him.

The fierce and cruel eyeballs that can't be concealed even if the back is turned, and the tight muscles all over the body, all are telling him the truth. Remember "→m." in one second on the mobile phone to provide you with wonderful \\ novel reading.

"I finally figured it out." Conan whispered, standing about three meters behind the photographer with his hands behind his back. The fastest end https://m..c/o/m

Although this place is inaccessible to spectators, I don’t know why a child’s accidental entry was not found.

As the photographer cast his vigilant gaze, Conan lowered his head slightly, raising a "evil" smile, and a white light flashed on the lens: "It's you, uncle, the gangster who threatens the daily TV station."

The photographer snorted and turned his head back.

Conan was not dissuaded by the opponent's uncooperative performance. He continued to confidently say: "It is not surprising that you will use the camera to observe the stadium. Other cameras are shooting the game, and only your screen will be scanned frequently. Go over the stands to keep track of the position and dynamics of the plainclothes police. That's why your companion went to the stands immediately after shooting the football. He doesn't want to be photographed by you."

"Huh." The photographer didn't deny it, "you guessed it, kid."

"I'm not the only one to see you through, nor the first. Guess when the police will come to arrest you?"

"I'm not afraid of those guys who don't dare to wear police uniforms under surveillance."

"Really?" Conan raised his eyebrows. "Then do you know that your every move is also in other people's shots?"

The expression on the photographer's face finally changed, and he turned and looked at Conan seriously.

However, just two seconds later, he laughed again: "I was almost bluffed by you kid. How could someone not shoot the game and take a photographer like me? If it were a policeman, I couldn't have not found out. His movements. So, don't speak big words, you simply..."

Conan showed off his phone, and what was playing on it was the scene that Xinfan had recorded before.

The photographer's eyes were faintly condensed, and he stared at the figure of his companion who appeared to be clear on the small screen...and himself, who would pass by from time to time.

"How can this be?!!"

Photographing him can be understood as inadvertent, but every time he is photographed, it happens to be when he is paying attention to the policeman next to his companion who is in charge of monitoring, which is an outrageous coincidence.

"Do you have anything else to say? The same video has already been sent to Officer Mumu's cell phone, and the police are already watching the footage taken by your camera."

The photographer clenched his fist tightly, and quietly let go of the camera with the other hand, and touched his chest.

Conan seemed unaware: "What should you do, uncle? Are you ready to surrender?"

However, behind the photographer can not see, Conan has opened the scope of the watch.

Now, it depends on who is faster!

Conan has his own unique understanding of speed. He believes that his anesthesia needle can hit his neck faster than the speed at which the gangster shoots.

But Conan never expected that the humanoid target he had tried several times before was completely different from the gangster in front of him.

The unsuspecting Kogoro Mouri would not be able to guard against a child, and sometimes he would even coordinate to find the most suitable location to give Conan a chance to attack.

Therefore, when the gangster just took out the gun and blocked the shot anesthesia needle to another place, Conan looked desperate.

Isn't it...

But the gangster did not shoot immediately. He first buried the pistol under his arm and wrapped the barrel with thick clothes to reduce the loud noise when shooting.

Immediately afterwards, the gangster said leisurely: "Although it is a pity, but there is no way I can only ask you to say goodbye to this world."

"To be honest, I also have my own difficulties." The gangster began to confess routinely. "Are you and those stupid policemen thinking that the gun in my hand was given to me by my companion? In fact, these two guns were made by me a year ago. Prepared for bank robbery."

Although the occasion was wrong, Conan wanted to complain a little bit inexplicably: Why did he rob the bank again? Japanese banks are too miserable.

The gangster continued: "It took me three years to use all my savings to make plans. I am sure that the robbery plan I made was very thorough. However, on the day I started, the Japanese TV station did it in the bank I chose. What one day the store manager’s activities just made my plan fail to proceed."

"My woman wholeheartedly hoped to make a fortune with that money, and then she could only spend her sorrows with wine every day, and then she committed suicide. All this is to blame for the daily TV station that held the event at that time!"

Conan has seen so many strange reasons that he no longer has any feelings about these words: "So you planned this intimidation event, the purpose is to make the Japanese TV station infamous ~ www.readwn.com ~ The gangster grinned and said: "Yes, although the police refused to cooperate with us, we didn't get the money, but it doesn't matter, at least I can blow your head here. Haha, guess how the Japanese TV station will be responsible for the innocent sacrifice of a child? "

As he said, he slowly raised the pistol under Conan’s nervous gaze, and pulled the trigger when he saw it.

"carefully!!!"

Suddenly, a shout came from Conan's back and upper part, and then, Conan only felt that something warm was wrapped around him.

He closed his eyes subconsciously and rolled to the side with the powerful force.

wrong! This seems to be a person! !

Conan's eyes widened suddenly, and at the same time he saw Officer Takagi, who was holding him to avoid being shot by the criminals!

Oops, how could the speed of the bullet be dodgeable, not to mention that Officer Takagi had to jump from the stands first.

"Officer Takagi, Officer Takagi!" As soon as he stood up, Conan quickly probed the situation of Officer Takagi, "Where are you injured? Do you need to call a doctor?"

However, Takagi Shibuya's face was not bad. While he said "I'm okay, you hurry up and hide", he quickly pulled Conan behind him, and turned to meet the gangster firmly.

Conan soon discovered that the gangster's state was not right, because he did not immediately make up a shot, but grabbed a pistol and didn't know what he was studying. It was precisely because of this move that some vacancies were left, and the professionally educated Officer Takagi immediately captured him.

In the rear stands, Xinfan watched the gangster being handcuffed, then turned and left.

"What happened to your gun?" Conan asked.

The gangster’s face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly: "I clearly remember that there was a bullet before going out today. How could it be possible that there are none?"