Conan Dressed As Gin - Chapter 89

Shan Heqing wiped the blood from his cheeks and put the knife back into his windbreaker.

“Done?” he confirmed from the wireless mic.

“Done.” Vodka said with lingering fears.

This is their last mission today.

Today is an ordinary day. Shan Heqing was accustomed to receiving a bunch of miscellaneous tasks in the organization, and then called his younger brother Vodka to start work.

After the mission, generally they can go to the tavern to relax for a while. But today is different.

Shan Heqing took out his phone and checked the time:

“See you on the 26th. You ordered takeout, I should pick up Conan.”

Vodka accustomed to agree.

Ever since Kudo Yusaku came back from abroad, Conan has always been picked up after school.

It is said that he was a friend of his father.

What Shan Heqing has to do now is to go to the office to take Conan over.

When he picked up Conan and walked back, he had just walked around the corner of the street when Shan Heqing suddenly turned his head, his eyes were sharp—

“What’s wrong?” Conan also became vigilant.

Shan Heqing felt it for a long time and found no abnormality. He frowned, “It’s okay.”

That being said, he was very energetic for the rest of the way.

He didn’t think it was an illusion.

Unexpectedly, it calmed down, as if it was really his illusion.

The next day, Shan Heqing received an unexpected call.

“Gin, what happened last night?” Conan asked angrily.

“…??”

Conan’s description: “Last night I was going to go back, and you suddenly caught up, strangled my neck and looked murderous-“

Shan Heqing interrupted him: “Me? This is impossible!”

“…and then?”

Conan paused: “You grab my neck, then put a gun against my heart, and ask me what my relationship is with you.”

“I’ll just say I’m your son, Conan Edogawa.”

“You are even more murderous, and you forced me to ask me what your own name is…”

Conan added: “Actually, I also vaguely feel that it is not you. So I said that your name is Edogawa Kawaki.”

Shan Heqing: “…”

Shan Heqing: “Have you seen what that person looks like? Is he really… exactly like me?”

Conan is very sure: “Although it’s night, there are street lights. That man looks exactly like you and wears the same clothes. It feels very familiar to me, just like you, except for your attitude.”

Shan Heqing: “…”

Conan: “He said your name silently, and then wanted to shoot me. Fortunately, I was witty and gave him an anesthesia shot. The strange thing is that he didn’t faint, but shot himself with a heart. He gave me a deep look and left quickly.”

Shan Heqing calmly warned him: “This sounds too bizarre. Don’t act rashly these days. Let your FBI friends help you protect the office first. I’m afraid he will come to the door unscrupulously. He is likely to If it is against me or my surroundings, then leave it to me to investigate.”

It’s about Uncle and Xiaolan, so Conan can’t help but refuse.

After hanging up the phone, Shan Heqing took a deep breath a little nervously.

“Just thinking like this, I can’t really be sure. After all, this is too outrageous…” he said to himself, “Let’s investigate quickly, and we must prepare both hands.”

After Shan Heqing crossed over by himself, he had already integrated Jinjiu’s skills, memory and way of thinking.

He forced himself to change his position and think about it… If it was gin, what would he do when he got down…

“Vodka. Help me investigate something…” He called Vodka immediately.

“Bermode, do you have any other tasks?” He called Bermold on the second call. “It’s been a little messing around for so long, and my hands are already itchy.”

He didn’t ask for the task once or twice. Belmod thought for a while: “Let me ask the boss first? If he agrees to a few big tasks, we will all dispatch.”

“Um.”

Shan He hangs up the phone with the winning ticket in hand.

It seems that all preparations are ready, but why is there still a sense of guilt?

Shan Heqing thought for a while, let’s go back to the base.

– He is going to stay in the base for a few days, go on a mission, and return to the base.

Come down and wait for the person to come to the door.

See who can hold their breath.

The author has something to say: 2333 This is an extravagance of the poor original gin into this world.

My God, four chapters have been added today. Half a month tired and collapsed.

The river **** smiled confusedly: Young boss, did you lose this blond gin or this silver-haired gin?

BOSS: I want both! Powerful General × 2!