I! Black Organization Boss

Could it be that the murder scene this time was bloody?

As soon as this idea came out, it was directly dispelled by Conan.

wrong!

Although Ryazan frowned, his eyes remained the same as last time. Unlike other people, no matter how restrained he was, he could clearly see his inner disgust.

This guy played it to me on purpose!

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but sweat on his back.

What is the identity of this man?

Could it be that fellow of the black man...?

No, it's impossible. If they were really an accomplice of that person, with their style, it would be impossible for them to have not moved for so long, and it would be time to find a chance to get rid of themselves.

Conan's head is spinning fast, but he can't guess the identity of Ryazan.

"In any case, he is not malicious to me right now, don't act rashly for the time being, lest there is nothing to cause trouble."

After making up his mind, Conan suddenly felt relieved.

After becoming an imp, only Dr. A Li in the world knows his identity. Although this ensures personal safety, it also brings an unspeakable loneliness.

This kind of fear of losing identity and existence is hard to understand without experiencing it personally. Although he is a well-known high school detective, before that... he was also a human.

In the original world, this anxiety disappeared little by little with the appearance of Aihara Ai, Judy, Hideichi Akai, Toru Amuro and others.

And now, these people have not yet appeared. Ryazan's invisible trust in his abilities and a more equal attitude towards him are precious to Conan.

If possible, he hoped that Ryazan had nothing to do with the man in black.

After looking back, Conan suddenly discovered that Ryazan was no longer in the monitoring room.

He looked around strangely, but did not find Ryazan.

"Are you looking for clues?"

Thinking of this possibility, Conan suddenly became serious.

Ryazan was the first to solve the case last time, but he was holding back his energy and prepared to surpass him!

He hurried to the front and began to study surveillance video together.

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Ryazan walked out of the art gallery slowly, found a place where no one paid attention to him, and dialed the phone number of Gin.

Almost instantly, the opposite party answered the phone, but there was no sound.

Ryazan has always appreciated the caution of gin.

He first spoke: "It's me."

The gin's voice sounded: "Mescal, how is the progress?"

Ryazan blinked: "Progress? What progress?"

The gin was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice, "Experimental building."

Ryazan said, "The phone ran out of power. I didn't have time to take this task. I thought you were looking for someone else."

Gin: "???"

He took a deep breath, trying to dig out his hands uncontrollably.

At this moment, Ryazan's voice suddenly rang in the phone.

"But when I thought about it, you don't seem to have anyone to ask me, so I helped you solve the problem."

Gin: "..."

He took a deep breath again, calming his mood.

"Which building is it?"

Ryazan looked back and confirmed.

"Medieval Art Museum."

Gin thought for a while, and it was a little strange: "That building... was bought by Zhenzhong Group. The background of Zhenzhong Group is very clean. How did you manage them?"

Although I believe Ryazan is capable of solving this matter, Gin is curious about how he did it.

Then, I heard Ryazan’s answer from the receiver——

"It's really dead."

Gin: "..."

The eighteenth chapter is he undercover?

"died?"

Gin repeated it subconsciously.

"Well, it was a coincidence to be killed." Ryazan stated truthfully.

Hearing this, the gin was a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, Ryazan, who is always unreliable on weekdays, suddenly became so decisive.

Since you can't buy a building, kill those who have a building.

This mode of thinking is very good!

He applauded: "Very well, Mescal, you are finally awakening."

Ryazan: "?"

He tilted his head, what happened to the gin, dementia?

On the other side of the phone, Gin raised the corner of his mouth, showing a smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

"The other party didn't want to sell, so let him go to hell...very decisive. It seems that you have really grown up to be alone. I am very happy.