Conan, Mr. Wuwu's self-cultivation

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"What! A man disguised as a sailor jumped out of a window during the search!"

When he heard the situation reported to him by his trusted subordinates, the heart of the Mumu Police Department was lifted instantly.

"The suspect has a gun in his hand! Let everyone be careful! Also, in order to ensure the safety of ordinary citizens on this ship, if the other party insists on refusing to put down the gun, he is allowed to shoot and kill him!" Mumu Police Department issued a radio order to everyone latest instructions.

At this time, Conan who had just arrived at the door of Pusi Qinglan's room was stunned.

Why, Shi Kaobing was searched out now?

So...is Pusi Qinglan's suspiciousness here just because she thinks too much?

Conan, who was confused about the situation, turned around and ran towards the lifeboat.

If Shi Kaobing really wanted to escape from here, he could only grab a lifeboat and run away.

Just then, Conan's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Mr. Wu?" Conan answered the call.

"Oh, Conan, have you heard the order that Megure Police Department gave to the police just now?"

"Well, I installed a monitor on Police Officer Chiba, and I've heard it. I'm rushing to the lifeboat storage now." Conan replied.

"Don't go." Wu immediately stopped his actions, "That's not Shi Kaobing, it's another member of the organization who escaped at the substation yesterday."

"What! I will call the Megure Police Department as Kudo Shinichi, and I must let them catch that person!" Conan's voice sounded a little excited.

"No!" Wu Yong said in an extremely stern tone, "Let that person escape!"

"Hey? Why!" Conan was stunned for a moment, and then an angry expression appeared on his face.

"Idiot! Do you think that the level of the police in the Metropolitan Police Department can catch the members sent by the organization to target Kaitou Kidd? How much will it take to face the member of the organization with a gun without preparation?" Only by sacrificing her sacrifice can she be caught! Even if she can be caught in the end, since the Metropolitan Police Department doesn’t know anything about that organization, can it guard her from the armed rescue of that organization!”

"The most important thing is, how can you be sure that there are no undercover agents from that organization among the senior management of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"If the undercover agent is connected to the organization and cooperates internally and externally, how much sacrifice do you think the Metropolitan Police Department will make?"

Conan was stopped by Wu's serial gun questioning.

"Conan, we have already captured a member of the organization, you must eat more than you can chew. There is no need to cause too many unnecessary casualties for a member of the organization."

"You have to know that besides that organization member, there is also a Shikao Bing on this ship at this moment."

"Huh? Aren't these two the same person?" Conan asked in astonishment.

"Of course not." Wu replied affirmatively, "To be honest, the person I suspect the most right now is Pusi Qinglan."

"Ah... she just went back to her room to tidy things up."

"...Are you accompanied by the police?"

"Probably not."

"Then it's best to urge the police to go there quickly, or I'm afraid that by the time she searches her room again, everything will have been taken care of by her."

"However, the Mumu Police Department now regards the members of the organization as Shi Kaobing, and is mobilizing all the police to track down that person. The search may have stopped."

"Then there is no way." Wu sighed.

Conan looked at the policeman who hurried past him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's not impossible, I have an idea, but I'm afraid I have to ask Mr. Wu to cooperate with me."

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There was a knock at the door.

Pusi Qinglan's eyes became sharp immediately.

She had already disassembled the gun into its parts, and scattered them in various inconspicuous corners.

She even hid some parts in other people's rooms when no one was around.

The most important thing now is to relax your emotions and avoid showing your flaws.

Take a deep breath and smile softly.

Pusi Qinglan opened the door.

There was no one outside the door... No, when she lowered her head, Pusi Qinglan saw Conan standing there with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Little brother Conan, what can you do with your sister?"

"Wow—" Conan suddenly bypassed Pusi Qinglan and broke into her room.

"Wait a minute! Little brother!" Pusi Qinglan's expression became very scary in an instant.

"How could you break into a girl's room without permission!" Pusi Qinglan managed her expression very well, and when she turned around, the expression on her face had already changed to a look of anger .

Conan ran around without hesitation.

The glass in the room cannot be opened.

And the gate to the deck was guarded by the police, so she couldn't go out in a fair manner.

Therefore, if Pusi Qinglan wants to dispose of those evidences, she cannot throw them into the sea outside.

So, where is the evidence?

The proof that Pusi Qinglan is Shi Kaobing!

Thank you for the spicy strips

Chapter 91 Pusi Qinglan: I suffered a backstab from a certain kid

When Conan was stopped by the angry Pusi Qinglan, he still couldn't find any evidence that Pusi Qinglan was Shi Kaobing.

Just when Conan was distressed that his plan had to be declared a failure, he caught a glimpse of the photo frame on the table that Pu Siqinglan had turned upside down on the table.

Gregory.

That name appeared in Conan's sight again.

A flash of inspiration flashed, and a confident smile appeared on Conan's face.

Why did the murderer search for and take away Hanchuanlong's video tape after he was killed?

Why is Pusi Qinglan so obsessed with the egg of memory?

And she recognized Princess Maria's ring at a glance.

The reason, he finally understood!

At the same time, he finally understood why Pusi Qinglan was so reluctant to let people see who the photo in the photo frame was.

"Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin."

That man who was in power during the reign of Nicholas II and was called a demon monk!

"Huh?" Pusi Qinglan stopped suddenly, her eyes were filled with murderous intent as she stared at the head of the kid she caught, "Conan-jun, what did you just say?"

"It's impossible for you not to know, right, Miss Pusi Qinglan." Conan's eyes were still fixed on the upside-down photo frame on the table, "In that photo frame, the photo of that man should have been stored. That's right."

"This is also the reason why you killed Han Chuanlong, because when he took the picture, he also took the photo of Rasputin in the photo frame, so you killed him, the purpose is to shoot him The video tape of Putin's photo was destroyed. Am I wrong? Pusi Qinglan...No, you should be called Shi Kaobing, right?"

Although Conan's words were full of flaws, Pusi Qinglan herself was not someone who would stubbornly refute the other party's evidence.

She's better at breaking it with bullets.

It's just that she has already disassembled the gun and hid it everywhere, but at this moment, she has no way to deal with this brat.

The most important thing is that if you kill this brat here, you will not be able to escape the suspicion.

So, she could only pretend to be stupid.

"Hehehe, little brother Conan, you really know how to joke." Pusi Qinglan turned over the photo frame she had pinned on the desktop, revealing the photo inside, and Conan's pupils shrank instantly.

That's a picture of Pusi Qinglan wearing a three-point swimsuit.

"The reason why the frame is locked is because this photo is not suitable for outsiders to see, especially a young boy like you." Pusi Qinglan explained after letting Conan go.

She had changed the photo as soon as she came back.

As for where is the photo of her ancestor at this moment... Girls always have a few places that are not suitable for being searched.

Especially since she hasn't changed her clothes since she came back, it's still the cheongsam with a short skirt.

"As for Gregory on this...it is my favorite former Soviet writer, the protagonist in Mikhail Aleksandovich Sholokhov's "Quiet River Don"."

In another room, Wu who was using the recording pen next to the receiver pouted, then turned off the recording pen, got up and left with the gun accessories he found in this room.

Pusi Qinglan has already disposed of the things, and Shi Kaobing's gap is already very difficult to get his hands on her.

After all, he is still young, Director Ke has not yet evolved into a full body that can compete with that organization in the future.

Conan is also a little numb at the moment.

Nose is itchy and hot.

As for the former Soviet writer Mikhail Aleksandovich Sholokhov's "Quiet River Don"...he has never heard of it!

It's not a detective story after all.

In the end, he could only come out of Pusi Qinglan's room dejectedly.

"By the way, little brother Conan." Just as Conan was walking towards his room sullenly, Pusi Qinglan stopped him from behind.

"Next time, don't be so late." His eyes suddenly lowered, and the soft smile on Pusi Qinglan's face immediately turned into a terrible sneer that a murderer would wear.

"...Damn it!" Conan clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

"Then, next time you'd better not show your marks in front of my eyes." A finger suddenly poked Pusi Qinglan's back from behind, and at the same time a cold voice came from behind her.

Pusi Qinglan was so frightened that her hairs stood on end.

Tilting her head slightly, Wu's face appeared in her line of sight.

"Mr. Ooka, what do you mean?" Pusi Qinglan, who had put on a soft smile before, asked weakly.

"Look at how you scare the children. The next time you threaten a child in front of me, I will call the police." Wu looked at Pusi Qinglan indifferently and replied.

"Also, don't hide the parts so conspicuously next time, you can find them at a glance, there is no fun in treasure hunting at all. Miss Pusi Qinglan." The general reminded Pusi Qinglan in a low voice with his head close to Pusi Qinglan's face.

The smile on Pusi Qinglan's face disappeared instantly.

"By the way, a three-point swimsuit doesn't really suit you. You'd better wear that one-piece."

Wu Shi abruptly bypassed Pusi Qinglan, walked up to Conan, touched his head and dragged him away.

Pusi Qinglan could only stare at the two figures, one big and one small, with fierce eyes from behind.

"It failed. Now it's even more difficult for Pusi Qinglan to show her feet." After returning to the room, Conan scratched his hair that was messed up by Wu and sighed.

"It's okay, even if she can hold herself back on the boat, there is still the Kasaka family's castle in Yokosuka." Wu stood by the window and looked at the sea outside to comfort Conan, "Given how much she valued the eggs of memories, Once the second memory egg is found, she will definitely do it."

"Compared to Shi Kaobing, Conan, why don't you just come and see this." Wu raised his brows, pointed out the window and said.

"What?" Conan sat on the sofa and looked out the window.

Under the moonlight, a figure with fluttering long hair was driving a lifeboat on the sea and was quickly heading away into the distance.

"Damn it! Damn it—!" After Shi Kaobing failed to reveal his identity, Conan saw with his own eyes the scene where the members of the organization successfully escaped.

The pain from his heart made him unable to control his facial expression for a moment.

Wu looked at it with a happy smile, and silently took out his mobile phone and left him a few commemorative photos.

The narrow-minded Mr. Wu didn't forget about the Cup City Hotel so easily.

Then, the next step is how to arrange for Kaito Kuroba to go to Kasaka Castle in Yokosuka...

Just right, didn't this just run away with a gunman suspected of being obsessed with the egg of memory?

Thanks to 'Yu Zhe' for the spicy strips

Chapter 92 Gin: Why is everyone messing with my mentality

"Hiss—Bermod, what the hell are you doing?"

It was still the same warehouse, Gin frowned instantly when he saw Belmode in a state of embarrassment.