Chapter 57 Ah~~~Akai Shuu 1!

Chapter 57 Ah~~~Akai Shuu 1!

Conan quickly edited the information on his phone and sent his reasoning process and evidence to Inspector Megure.

In the absence of Maori Kogoro, he has no way to incarnate as a ghost to conduct reasoning. As for the confusion of Inspector Megure...

No, Conan rejected this idea instantly. The inspector still has to command the scene. If it was any other murder case, it would be fine, but it involves an organized member and he is carrying a gun. It is very likely that the other party will fight back and escape. It would be too dangerous if Inspector Megure sleeps there.

As for letting Dr. Agasa in...that's not possible either.

Yuya felt very pleased watching Conan's actions. It seemed that the ideas he constantly instilled in Kudo Shinichi were still effective.

If it were the original Conan, he would probably have directly bothered Inspector Megure or called in Professor Agasa without caring about anything.

Inspector Megure was in deep thought and about to give the order to release the person when he suddenly received a message.

He looked at it, thought for a moment and then showed an expression of surprise. Conan walked over at the right time and handed him the purple handkerchief and the broken ring.

Inspector Megure looked at the handkerchief and the ring, and suddenly felt confident enough.

He first called Takagi Shigeru and whispered in his ear for a while. Takagi Shigeru was stunned, then nodded seriously and ran out quickly.

After a while, Takagi Wataru came back and whispered something in Inspector Megure's ear.

Inspector Megure nodded. There were only seven people who took the purple handkerchiefs, and the current manpower was enough to catch them. Although there was only one murderer, he was carrying a gun, and it was not certain which one it was, so the others had to be left alone.

Takagi Shigeru called his colleagues and whispered a few words to them. Everyone nodded and then dispersed.

Yuu looked at the police officer inconspicuously and approached Kenzo Masuyama pretending to look for something to eat.

Although there was nothing wrong with Inspector Megure's arrangements, he still had to keep a trick up his sleeve just in case.

Soon, the police officers found their targets. Takagi Shigeru had just gone out to get the list of people who took the purple handkerchiefs. Those who came to the memorial service were all celebrities in the industry. It was easy to know who they were with their names, and even if you didn't know, you could find out their appearance by searching on the Internet.

Inspector Megure saw that his men had stopped moving, so he clapped his hands and shouted, "Everyone, I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Now please leave the venue in an orderly manner and don't crowd. In addition, those who have received the purple handkerchiefs, please stay. I have something to ask you."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked towards the exit talking and laughing.

Only six people remained where they were, looking at Inspector Megure in confusion.

Yuya thought about it and decided to follow everyone out of the venue. He had other things to do, so he left this to Inspector Megure.

"Mr. Masuyama, please stay." Takagi Wataru grabbed Masuyama Kenzo and said seriously with an ugly look on his face.

With Inspector Megure's reminder, Takagi Wataru already understood what was going on and was secretly on guard. Once the other party made a move, he would just pin him to the ground without caring about anything else. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if he got the gun.

Kenzo Masuyama's eyes showed a little fear. He knew he had been exposed, but what he was afraid of was not being caught by the police, but that after being caught by the police, the organization would inevitably come to kill him...

Vermouth glanced at Pisco and sighed slightly. The incident happened so suddenly that she didn't even have time to hand the handkerchief to Pisco. She could only helplessly follow the crowd and leave the venue.

However, this police chief is quite amazing. He has cracked the murder method in such a short time and accurately narrowed down the murderer to a very small range. Next, he just needs to ask these people to take out their handkerchiefs. The one who can't take out the handkerchief is undoubtedly the murderer.

As for the evidence... no one has left since the incident, so the gun used in the murder must still be on Pisco, right?

Pisco is useless, let Gin prepare to silence him, Vermouth thought secretly.

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After Yuya left the venue, he glanced at Vermouth's back, then turned quietly and walked towards the old building and came to the underground wine cellar.

"What's going on?" Walking into the wine cellar, Youye saw the men he had sent in advance.

The subordinates quickly stood up and made way: "We will finish copying soon."

Youya glanced at the screen and saw that the progress bar had reached the end, with only a little left.

"Well, you leave first." You also sat on the chair.

The man nodded, turned and left the wine cellar.

At this time, another subordinate called and said, "Mr. Ida, I saw the two men in black you mentioned. One had long blond hair and the other was a little fat. They were holding a laptop and went straight to the old building."

Youye frowned and glanced at the screen, only to see that the progress bar had finished and a "Copy Completed" prompt popped up.

"I understand. Let's get ready to retreat." Youya pulled out the MO and stuffed it into his pocket, then walked towards the door of the wine cellar.

After walking out of the wine cellar and walking along the aisle for a distance, I ran into gin and vodka.

Yuya's expression remained unchanged. He pretended to glance at them subconsciously like a normal person, and then continued to walk straight forward.

The three of them passed each other.

"Stop!" Suddenly a cold shout sounded behind him.

Yuya stopped, turned half his head, and looked at Gin with cold eyes: "Are you calling me?"

Gin's expression was as cold as ever. He looked Yuya up and down, then suddenly attacked, throwing a straight punch towards Yuya's face.

Yuya was shocked. Is there something wrong with Gin? He attacked someone he just met for the first time? Did he suspect that I came out of the wine cellar?

Yuya raised his hand to block Gin's fist and asked coldly: "What do you mean?"

Gin sneered: "Akai Shuichi, you can fool others, but you can't fool me!"

Yuya:? ? ?

Is my disguise mask broken? Impossible! And my temperament is completely different from Akai Shuichi now. How can you tell that I am Akai Shuichi, Gin?

How perverted is your obsession with Akai Shuichi?

Of course Yuya didn't know that Gin firmly believed that the bug in his car was installed by Shuichi Akai. In addition, he was heading towards the location of the Pisco laptop, and the person in front of him happened to come from that side, so of course he became suspicious at the first moment.

As for whether he was wrong... Gin said, even if he was wrong, what does it matter? After killing someone, he will forget about it. Today, I, Gin, have not met this person!

If I'm not mistaken, it's even more ridiculous. Today, I, Gin, will twist off Akai Shuichi's head!

Gin took a step back suddenly, quickly took out his beloved Beretta from his arms, and shot at Yuya without saying a word.

The moment Youya saw Gin's movement, he judged the direction he was aiming from his eyes. He ducked to avoid the bullet, then swung his right hand and two cold lights flashed.

The moment Yuya raised his hand, Gin felt a chill and shook his arm instinctively. The next second, he felt a huge force coming from the pistol and the gun almost flew out of his hand.

"Ah!" A scream came from Vodka behind him, followed by the sound of a gun falling to the ground.

Gin took a quick look and was shocked: Flying knife? When did Akai Shuichi master this technique?

That's right, he has already determined in his heart that You is Shuichi Akai.

Only Shuichi Akai could resist so powerfully in his hands!

Ah~~~Akai Shuichi!

Yuya's thoughts were racing. They met on a narrow road. Should he kill Gin here?

No, although you can kill him at a cost, it's not worth it.

If one Gin falls, there will be thousands of Gin standing up. If he is gone, the organization will definitely send another senior member to take charge of Tokyo affairs. If it is someone Yu is not familiar with, then it will undoubtedly be riskier to deal with, and the cost-effectiveness is too low.

Thinking of this, while Gin was dodging the flying knife, Youya retreated quickly. At the same time, an M1911 disappeared from the system space and fell into his palm. He raised the gun and shot without hesitation.

Gin didn't see how Yuya got the gun, but his sense of danger was not weak at all. He fell to the ground, ignoring the screams of "Ah!" behind him, and shot at Yuya's position.

Yuya only had time to fire two shots, then he slapped the ground with his left hand, and with the force of his body he flew into the air to avoid the bullets. He then kicked a protruding pillar on the wall, used the force to retreat a distance, and then turned around the corner.

Gin became anxious and fired wildly with the gun in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he emptied the bullets in the magazine, but only hit the opponent's flying clothes.

"Crack!"

Yuya just turned the corner in time, and heard a sound of clothes breaking as they flew. His heart suddenly sank, oh no...

But he didn't have time to think about it, and rushed outside at a quick pace, while a black object fell from the air.

Gin had already changed to another gun as he ran over, but as soon as he turned the corner, he heard a "thump" and alarm bells went off in his mind. Gin subconsciously closed his eyes and stepped back. A white light flashed, and Gin suddenly felt that the world turned white, and his ears were buzzing.

"!!!" Gin was shocked and retreated without stopping at all, while firing several shots at different angles.

...Silently, there was no other sound except the echo of the gunshots.

Gin clenched his fists, he ran away!

When I opened my eyes, I saw afterimages swaying in front of me. The flash bomb that was hit at such a close distance could not be completely avoided even if I closed my eyes. My vision was severely affected.

Gin knew that he couldn't catch up with Akai Shuichi, so he could only force himself to stop shaking and return to Vodka. He looked coldly at the "three" brothers who were lying on the ground and kept closing and dispersing, and asked indifferently: "Are they dead?"

Vodka stood up gritting his teeth. He was shot in the shoulder and stomach, and his wrist was cut by a flying knife. He looked extremely miserable.

"I'm fine, brother!" Vodka answered with gritted teeth. He knew that if he showed that he was not well, his brother's bullet would definitely shoot into his forehead in the next second.

Gin's expression was cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his voice: "Deal with the blood, and go!"

In fact, he couldn't hear what Vodka was saying at all. It seemed like there were thousands of bees flying around in his mind, but he saw the answer he wanted from his younger brother's face.

Vodka nodded, endured the pain and covered the wound with clothes to prevent further bleeding, then took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and poured it into the blood on the ground.

Then he followed Gin to where Pisco's laptop was.

When Inspector Megure received the news of the gunfight, he arrived and found only a wine cellar completely engulfed in flames...

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Yuya looked at the dark old house, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Miyano Shiho: Are you asleep?

The reply was almost immediate: No, where are you?

Youya replied: At your doorstep.

"Click!" The sound of the door opening.

Yuya looked up in surprise, and a red figure quickly crossed the courtyard and came to the gate.

Shiho Miyano rushed to the gate in her pajamas, stood behind the railing and looked up and down at Yuya. After confirming that he had no injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked worriedly, "You're not hurt, are you?"