Conan started from the chat group

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Bring people with guns!

Hiss~ Situ Xiu gasped, this guy was going to form a group to do something.

He lit a cigarette, took a sip of vodka, showed an intoxicated expression on his face, and laughed in a low voice: "I don't know how to drive. If this matter is done, Brother Gin will be very happy, and no one will question it. I, that lord, will appreciate me, and Chianti will definitely treat me differently."

drive?

This is an ideal vodka.

Come to think of it, this guy really only knows how to drive, except for the first episode.

Situ Xiu gave a caring look, poor baby, if he hadn't listened to Qin Jiu's persuasion and shot the head of the drum washing machine in the amusement park, nothing would have happened.

No, why did I suddenly feel that Conan owed Qin Jiu a love.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with him, first check the station of the trading place.

Yinqiao Station!

Situ Xiu searched for the address. This is a station built near Dongdu, and it was not long after the construction was completed.

Since the members of the Black Organization will go to the trading place collectively, this is an opportunity not to be missed. Situ Xiu thinks that the time for revenge has come.

Without him making a move, the Black Organization could suffer a major blow.

Since it is a group shooting this time, let's form a group to criticize.

After recording the address, Situ Xiu put on his gloves and took out a pen and notebook, and asked Guisi to write down what he wanted to say. Fortunately, Guisi had listened carefully to the teacher's lectures in Didan Primary School.

"Where are the other people in fbi, I don't know, but the address of Teacher Judy, Sprite, you followed me there last time, you put this note at the door, you must wait for Teacher Judy to open the door, and see She got the note and left."

Situ Xiu pointed to the note on the table and instructed Ye Hei Moren.

"Yes, master" Ye Hei Moren replied.

Situ Xiu tore off the note on the notebook and crumpled it up, handed it to Ye Hei Moren, and then took off his gloves.

The content on the paper was the place where the black organization traded. He couldn't leave fingerprints for fear that the FBI would investigate afterwards.

In a certain episode of the theatrical version, Conan was recognized as a drum washing machine because of his fingerprints. Fortunately, the man was blind and could not see the shrinking Conan, but only identified his identity through fingerprints.

A high-end apartment building, room 21 on the 4st floor, house number 2104.

In the living room, Judy was wearing a black lace pajama skirt, holding a phone in her right hand, and looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

"Yes, they will trade with someone these days, but they don't know the exact location or when."

"Okay, I see, as soon as there is new news, I will tell you."

Judy hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

There was no one outside the door, but the doorbell kept ringing. The weird scene would scare people to death.

Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor, and I stayed indoors for a weekend in the winter night.

The invisible Yehei Moren felt that the person in the room was approaching the door, left a note at the door and stopped ringing the doorbell.

Judy leaned against the door, looked out at the corridor through the cat's eyes, and found that there was no one, with a cautious face and doubts in her heart.

After thinking for a few seconds, Judy opened the door, walked to the corridor and looked around, but there was no one in the corridor.

mischief?

Judy frowned, turned and walked into the house, her feet stopped suddenly, she lowered her head, and found that she was stepping on a ball made of paper.

When she returned home, she remembered that the hallway and the doorway were very clean, without this paper ball, not to mention that this is a high-end apartment, and someone would clean it every day.

Judy picked up the note suspiciously, opened it, and saw the words "fbi" on it. Her face changed slightly, and without thinking much, she turned and looked at the corridors on the left and right for a few seconds, closed the door, and walked quickly to the hall.

Sitting on the sofa, Judy flipped through the note and read it carefully.

"FBI Judy, I am a person who should have died 15 years ago, so I won't say much here and keep it secret for now"

Judy rolled her eyes, and felt that this person was very skinny. Since it was a secret, then why did she talk about someone who died 15 years ago.

"Today I found an important piece of information. Gin and vodka, members of the Black Organization, will go to the Dongdu subway, the newly built Xianqiao Station, and will trade at locker 4 under that station at 0032 a.m. The object is a certain software, and then I leave it to you.”

Judy was shocked. She also received this message not long ago. The transaction took place in the past few days. She didn't mention the detailed location, time, and items of the transaction, but this note has them all.

Looking at the message on the note, Judy frowned, not sure if it was true or not. She suspected that it was a fake letter. Someone tricked them to go there and wanted to catch them all.

Most likely the Black Organization, Belmode.

Because this note is too weird, it appeared at the door for no reason, suspicious.

And knowing her identity is incredible.

"Dingling" the phone rang.

Judy came back to her senses, picked up her mobile phone to answer, her pupils narrowed slightly, her face was shocked, and she said in disbelief, "What, the fair is tomorrow."

Judy looked at the information on the note and continued, "Do you know the time and place of the transaction?"

"I don't know? Well, let me know if there is something wrong, so be careful, okay" Judy hung up the phone.

Judy had already believed half of the information on the note, and made another phone call to report the matter to the higher-ups to make a decision.

"Whether it is true or not, I will take people there to guard the wave."

"Then me?"

"You don't want to come, it's me and Akai."

After finishing the phone call, Judy put away the note, thinking that if she could check the fingerprints on it, she might be able to find the person who gave her the news.

However, she felt that the chances were very low.

Seeing that he had completed Situ Xiu's task, Ye Hei Moren left here and returned to the villa.

Snow kept falling.

In Haibara Ai's house at 2-chome, Mikacho, Tokyo, the living room is brightly lit. After watching a TV series, Akemi Miyano warmed up a glass of milk and brought it to the room.

"Shiho, drink this glass of milk."

"Sister, didn't I tell you? Call me Xiaoai from now on."