Elementary school students also had a holiday on Christmas. Early in the morning, Ai and Conan, the two fake children, were called out by the three real children of the Detective Boys to "solve cases".
Said to be solving cases, actually just wandering around.
Maybe children really aren't afraid of the cold. Conan and Ai, who were originally uninterested, were also infected by Ayumi and the other two, and their mood gradually rose.
Japanese people still attach great importance to Christmas. Unless necessary, they will spend it with people close to them.
Such as family or lovers.
If they are lovers, they basically go to a love hotel for the night after a date.
Probably influenced by this happy atmosphere, people's hostility also dissipated on this day.
Conan, the Death God elementary school student, wandered around for most of the day. Seeing the sunset casting a soft afterglow, everyone should go back to their own homes and find their own mothers, but unexpectedly didn't encounter any incidents.
The other three members of the Detective Boys had run ahead, happily discussing entertainment plans after dinner. Conan and Ai followed behind, whispering about the research of the antidote.
Walking to the intersection, the activities of the five members of the Detective Boys officially ended today, and everyone went home separately.
Conan was just about to turn to go back to Professor Agasa's villa when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black color from the corner of his eye.
He grabbed the brown-haired fake loli who intended to go home in another direction and stood still.
"What's wrong?"
Ai Haibara was stunned by Conan's action and looked up at him.
"Hey, Haibara." Conan lowered his voice, seeing Ayumi and the others had walked far away, signaling the corner with his eyes, "That car, is it..."
Following Conan's gaze, Ai Haibara looked intently, and a car parked on the roadside in the distance came into view.
Black Porsche 356A, the gleaming metal shell emitted a low-key but disturbing luster under the sun.
The license plate number made her feel like falling into an ice cellar: Shinjuku 54-4368.
Gin's car!
Ai Haibara's pupils contracted suddenly, and her breath was held involuntarily.
Her thoughts were instantly pulled back to that nightmare-like past: cold, ruthless Gin, those eyes that kill without blinking...
Her hand unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, fingertips slightly white.
"It really is him." Conan's voice was low, carrying a rare solemnity, "Why is he here?"
Ai Haibara gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down.
She said in a deep voice: "Don't know, but it's definitely not a coincidence. He may have noticed my existence, or the target is someone else."
Conan stared closely at that black Porsche 356A.
Under the sun, the metal of the car body reflected a cold luster, like a dormant beast, making people tremble at heart.
Ai Haibara's face had turned pale. She whispered: "No, we have to leave; Gin's danger is beyond your imagination."
Conan shook his head stubbornly, a stubbornness flashing in his eyes.
"Haibara, this is Gin's car! There must be a problem with him appearing here; I must figure out what exactly he wants to do."
"Are you crazy?"
Ai Haibara lowered her voice, tone revealing obvious anxiety, "Gin is likely nearby. If he discovers you... no, he discovers us, you know the consequences!"
Conan was not frightened by her warning, but revealed a slightly confident smile instead.
"I won't be discovered. He can't stare at the car all day; placing a bug only takes a dozen seconds."
After speaking, he took out the miniature bug made by Professor Agasa from his trouser pocket and held it in his hand.
Ai Haibara's brows furrowed tightly. She stared at Conan, voice cold and hurried.
"You are joking with your life! Do you think Gin is an ordinary criminal? He never shows mercy, and won't let go of any flaws!"
Conan didn't answer but quickly observed the surrounding environment.
Pedestrians came and went on the roadside; obviously no one noticed that car.
There was no one in the car, and the window was slightly open a crack, which provided an opportunity for his plan.
"Haibara, keep an watch for me; if there is any movement, tell me immediately."
Conan said, already squatting halfway, ready to approach the Porsche.
"Shinichi Kudo!"
Ai Haibara shouted in a low voice, calling out his real name for the first time.
Conan paused and turned to look at her.
Ai Haibara's eyes were full of complex emotions: worry, and a trace of unconcealable fear.
She said slowly: "Even if you are Shinichi Kudo, it is impossible to retreat unscathed in front of Gin. He and the organization... are not as easy to deal with as you imagine."
Yes.
Except for Yuu Hoshimiya, no one took advantage of them.
Conan smiled, showing no intention of dispelling the death-seeking action.
"That's why I need to know their plan in advance and know their next move. Haibara, if we just keep running away, when will it end?"
Ai Haibara was speechless. She clenched her small hands tightly, fingertips white.
Looking at Conan's stubborn expression, she finally sighed, stepped aside, and whispered: "Okay, but if anything goes wrong, I won't save you."
Conan smiled: "No need for you to save; I won't let them find out."
He lowered his body quickly and approached the Porsche.
Ai Haibara stood not far away, daring not to take her eyes off the surroundings for a moment.
That familiar figure made Ai Haibara's face even paler.
"Go quickly!"
Ai Haibara said almost in a commanding tone, pulling Conan's wrist and running in the opposite direction.
Gin's figure gradually became clear. He stood by the Porsche, scanning the surroundings, seeming to observe any abnormalities.
However, he didn't enter the car immediately, but took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a slow puff.
In the distance, Conan and Ai Haibara had run out of his sight range.
Ai Haibara whispered: "You are too reckless! If Gin discovered us, we might not even have a chance to escape this time."
Conan exhaled. Although it was indeed thrilling just now, he was still stubborn, "At least now we have one more chance to understand their plan; it's worth it."
Ai Haibara didn't speak again, just walked silently, but complex emotions surged in her heart.
She shouldn't have accompanied Conan on this risky death-seeking adventure.
Clearly life is happy now, and Yuu Hoshimiya has become an organization executive. She just needs to follow him, help continue research, and provide intelligence.
In case she is exposed, it will implicate her sister and Yuu Hoshimiya...
In the evening, the cold wind was piercing, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.
Conan and Ai Haibara hid in a shadowy alley, holding their breath, carefully observing that familiar and terrifying black Porsche 356A.
Gin had sat back in the passenger seat and lit a cigarette; white smoke rose curlingly in the car.
He turned his head to look at Vodka who just opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.
Vodka closed the door and started the engine; the low sound broke the silence in the car.
"Big Brother, I just received news from Pisco, about that... assassinating that Diet member Shigehiko Nomiguchi at Haido City Hotel..."
Gin's brows frowned suddenly, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
He reached out to interrupt Vodka, shouting coldly: "Shut up, idiot!"
Vodka was stunned, almost dropping the steering wheel, asking stammeringly: "W... what's wrong, Big Brother?"
Gin didn't answer, but slowly moved his gaze near the car door.
He reached out, picked up a tiny bug from the gap in the door, looked at it expressionlessly for a few seconds, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"Looks like a rat is eavesdropping on our conversation."
Gin's voice was low and dangerous. He crushed the bug easily with two fingers; a crisp "crack" sound rang in the small car.
Ai Haibara saw this scene from the corner, face turning pale.
She subconsciously pulled Conan's sleeve and said in an extremely low voice: "Finished, he found it."
Conan frowned tightly, staring at Gin in the Porsche.
They must leave here immediately, but dared not act rashly.
Gin pushed open the car door, got out of the car unhurriedly, cold gaze scanning between the surrounding streets and buildings.
His high boots stepped on the ground making dull sounds, as if every step stepped on people's nerves.
He lowered his head by the car, gaze suddenly stopping on a thin brown hair on the ground.
Gin squatted down, picked up that hair, examined it between his fingers, eyes instantly becoming gloomy and fierce.
He murmured: "Brown hair..."
Suddenly, his voice changed, spitting out a name lowly.
"Sherry..."
When this name was spat out from his mouth, it carried an indescribably complex emotion: anger, killing intent, and a trace of imperceptible excitement.
Sherry's defection was a shame on his resume. Originally thought there was no chance to wash it away, unexpectedly this woman dared to appear actively.
Conan and Ai Haibara hid in a corner nearby. Hearing Gin's words, their hearts almost stopped beating.
Ai Haibara's pupils contracted violently, body trembling involuntarily.
She grabbed Conan's arm tightly and whispered: "He found it... it's my hair."
Conan covered her mouth quickly with his hand, whispering: "Don't make a sound; he hasn't found us yet."
However, cold sweat also oozed from his forehead.
Gin stood up, still pinching that hair in his hand.
His gaze scanned every corner around slowly like a leopard locking onto prey, murmuring low.
"Sherry... where are you hiding?"
His voice pierced into Ai Haibara's ears like an ice blade, making her almost unable to breathe.
She clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down, but her heartbeat was wild like war drums.
Gin stood by the street for a while, scanned the surroundings, and finally found nothing abnormal.
His face became darker; fingers loosened, and that hair drifted to the ground with the wind.
He turned back to the car and said coldly to Vodka: "There are rats active here; go investigate who did it, move fast."
Vodka nodded and responded: "Yes, Big Brother."
Gin scanned the surroundings again, as if wanting to capture some clues from the air.
His gaze finally fell on an alley where no one passed, brows frowning slightly.
It was absolutely impossible for an adult to hide in this alley, let alone an adult, even teenagers starting to develop would find it difficult.
Gin didn't care about so-called scientific research. His understanding of Drug A only stopped at poison, so he naturally wouldn't associate it with inconceivable things like turning into a child.
He was a person who valued efficiency and was also conceited.
Gin had full confidence in his judgment. After staring for a few seconds, he turned and got into the car.
"Let's go, continue our business."
He issued an order to Vodka, tone cold.
As the low hum of the Porsche engine sounded, Conan and Ai Haibara watched the car drive away gradually, and the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, their nerves were still tight, bodies stiff as stones.
"He found the hair."
Ai Haibara whispered, voice revealing deep fear.
Conan nodded: "But fortunately, he didn't find us."
His gaze still stared at the departing Porsche, eyes full of vigilance and complex emotions.
The two hid in the shadows. After confirming that Gin and Vodka's car completely disappeared from sight, they walked out of the alley carefully and left quickly along the street.
Every step, they were extremely cautious, as if Gin's shadow still shrouded over their heads.
Leaving the alley, Conan intended to continue tracking Gin.
Although the bug was discovered, he still got several key pieces of intelligence.
Pisco, Haido City Hotel, Assassination...
Even if Gin wasn't found there, he could contact other code-named members of the organization, thereby finding new clues.
Facing Conan's death-seeking behavior, Ai didn't let him be this time.
She dialed Yuu Hoshimiya's phone decisively and told Yuu Hoshimiya what just happened.
Conan didn't stop her either; in his view, on the matter of dealing with the Black Organization, Yuu Hoshimiya was on his side.
At this time, Yuu Hoshimiya and the other two had just finished ordering food.
After receiving Ai's call, he thought for a moment and decided to try to let this event follow the original destiny trajectory.
Under his influence, more and more changes happened.
Originally Shigehiko Nomiguchi's assassination should be at a director's memorial service, but now it became a social banquet.
Originally because of Akemi Miyano's death, although Ai had fear in her heart, she also had the flame of revenge, so she wouldn't let go once catching the organization's tail.
But now it was different; she didn't want to act without authorization, best not to contact the organization.
"Ai-chan, you go with Conan."
Yuu Hoshimiya said softly: "Don't worry, I am at Haido City Hotel now; with me here, nothing will happen."
He was confident in ensuring Ai's personal safety. Instead of letting things get out of control and unexpected crises appear, it was better to try to guarantee the original trajectory.
Ai was stunned for a moment, puzzled in her heart, but still agreed obediently.
She trusted Yuu Hoshimiya unconditionally; after all, everything she had now could be said to be given by Yuu Hoshimiya.
Call ended; Ai and Conan took a taxi to Haido City Hotel.
Yuu Hoshimiya planned to accompany Ran and Eri Kisaki well before the chaos.
Time flowed slowly; the atmosphere at the dining table gradually became harmonious.
Eri Kisaki turned to talk to Ran from time to time; a smile appeared on her beautiful face occasionally, which was truly the most moving color in the world.
Ran's face was also full of joy; the family gathering for dinner was a dream she had since childhood.
Although the male protagonist changed, it still didn't prevent her from feeling happy and blessed from the bottom of her heart.
Yuu Hoshimiya looked at the extremely moving mother-daughter flowers beside him, eyes becoming hotter and hotter.
At this moment, his eyes couldn't hold anyone else.
Eri Kisaki was talking to Ran, suddenly stopped, face becoming a bit strange, phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
She felt a familiar hot big hand on her thigh under the white tablecloth, stroking gently.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Ran asked seeing Eri Kisaki's strange face.
Yuu Hoshimiya also pretended to be concerned.
"Nothing, Ran. I'm busy recently; if you feel lonely, move to Hoshimiya kid's place next door."
Eri Kisaki pretended to be calm, blush appearing on her pretty face, body trembling slightly, turning her head to glare at Yuu Hoshimiya fiercely.
Glaring aside, she didn't stop Yuu Hoshimiya's movement.
Eri Kisaki was dignified and atmospheric, but it didn't mean she was conservative.
On the contrary, as a fully ripe beautiful wife, she was surprisingly bold.
As long as not seen by outsiders, she could cooperate with Yuu Hoshimiya in some exciting plays.
The 30th floor of Haido City Hotel belonged to a high-end restaurant. Although not private rooms, privacy protection was good.
Plus candlelight dinner, dim vision; unless making big noises, other guests couldn't discover at all.
But now with daughter Ran beside...
Although both had exercised with Yuu Hoshimiya together, playing this kind of game in public in front of Ran, Eri Kisaki still felt very ashamed and somewhat unacceptable.
If discovered, Ran would definitely think she was a hentai (pervert), then her face as a mother would be completely lost!
Yuu Hoshimiya perceived the silky touch and delicate skin from his hand, secretly delighted in his heart.
And doing it secretly in front of Ran at this moment also gave him a different stimulation.
Ran was innocent and simple, not noticing the abnormality between the two yet, responding: "Mom, don't you rest on New Year either?"