novelraw Chapter 324A
Chapter 324A
"I didn't expect that Belmore asked me to pick you up." Bourbon, who was driving the car, teased the boy in the back seat happily.
The streets of Tokyo are as lively as usual.
Pedestrians wearing fashion or kimonos with shopping bags, street performers walking and singing everywhere, and orderly but not eased at all, everyone's compliance with the regulations is just to keep the car from staying The traffic pressure that can't be driven in place is no different from the past.
This is also the only scenery in the downtown area.Year-round negative population growth has also challenged the total population of Japan, and metropolises only have large waves of people in important areas.Modern cities always lack a sense of security, and everyone is crowded together with trembling faces.
The car turned another corner and squeezed into the main road with relatively less traffic. Bourbon finally let out a breath and relaxed.
He came back at the wrong time. Belmord called him to run errands as soon as he got off the plane, and he caught up with the rush hour after the errands.
He doesn't want to use the speed of gasoline consumption to count the number of private cars in Japan.
Bourbon's mood gradually improved, and he glanced at the young man in the back seat who was fiddling with a knife while his mind was wandering, and couldn't help but free up one hand to turn down the music playing on the car At one o'clock, he continued to ask: "Again, it's not that I don't trust Belmode, but didn't you follow Teacher Maori from the beginning?"
"I want you to take care of it." Conan's voice was mechanical and without warmth, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, hi, I'm nosy~ But don't you plan to satisfy my curiosity, I can satisfy yours too." Bourbon is good at dealing with problem children, and he got over it in one go.
"Not going to." Conan continued to play with the knife that Gin gave him in his hand, as if strangers should not approach strangers, let alone acquaintances.
Damn, he's in a complicated mood right now! !
It’s fine to just open the back door and send him into the organization, and it’s fine to just ask him to bring the secrets that are going to be passed back to the organization. Trust in him can also be read as trust in Bourbon.And these things were done by Belmode, so it's no surprise that Gin did the same.But giving him a bunch of extra self-defense weapons is too...
A women's pistol, even with a child's body, he can use it very easily, probably from Belmode's drawer.There are also dozens of suitable bullets, arranged one by one and tied them into a belt for him to carry with him. (Master Qin, you are so virtuous that you can get married)
The last is the knife in his hand.
In Gin's coat, there were four or five guns alone - the previous coat, but there were only two knives in this shape.
The cold light of the blade glistens with blood, and the subtle but not negligible blood groove on the spine of the blade has a bone-chilling coldness. As for the extremely high-end materials that can be seen at a glance, Conan feels that he will not be able to get one if he sells it.
Hot weapons are easy to get these days, but good cold weapons are hard to come by.
As a last resort to save his life, gin was unceremoniously stuffed all over his body...
With such trust and help, how did he come forward to prove Gin's guilt in the end?His biggest crime is that he trusted Edogawa Conan.
The author has something to say: I went to organize Ouye_(:з」∠)_