In the wine cellar, Conan was thinking about the password when he suddenly heard subtle footsteps.

He looked terrified, looking for a place to hide.

Without too much thought, he quickly hid himself in a box at the edge of the wine rack and covered it with a lid to slow down his breathing.

Kensan Yeshan got rid of the police's entanglement and returned to the wine cellar. He opened the door of the wine cellar, but saw that the wine cellar was empty. The person who was originally confused by him was missing and the person lying on the ground was gone.

He frowned, just about to check whether Shirley had been hiding. The cold muzzle suddenly pressed against the back of his head.

He was stunned and turned around slowly.

"What are you doing, gin?"

Gin looked at him like he was looking at a dead person, "Don't you know what you did?"

"What did I do?"

Qiansan Ye had a bad premonition in his heart, but he was completely confused.

"Don't you know what you did? Not only did you not kill the photographer immediately, you even betrayed the organization."

"What? What are you talking about?" Kenzo Yeshan didn't understand what he meant at all.

Seeing him pretending to be stupid, Gin sneered, "I think the morning newspaper tomorrow morning will be replaced with your photo, that close-up of you shooting at the ceiling with your gun."

Listening to his words, Qianshan San looked frightened. After so many years, he fell into the hands of a photographer.

Listening to their conversation, Conan, hiding in the box, could hardly control his heartbeat. He clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths to calm his heartbeat.

"You can't kill me! If you kill me, you won't be able to find Shirley! I finally found the clue! Besides, I have been a cow and horse for him for so many years, and you are not qualified to kill me!"

"Haha, Shirley?" Ginjiu looked at him, and her pupils under her black top hat emitted a ferocious light, "Do you think I will believe what you said again?"

“And, you seem to have misunderstood something.

Everything you have now is given to you by the organization. And solving you is the order he personally gave to me not long ago."

He coldly said something that would make Kensan San fall into the abyss, and looked at Kensan San as if he was looking at a clown who could not see his status clearly and was overestimating his abilities.

"goodbye."

Under the trigger, the bullets emitted by cold light shot out from the muzzle, and the gushing blood dyed the entire ground red. Kensan Yeshan smashed the ground with his desperate and unwilling eyes.

Haibara and Kamikawa Shun calmly listened to the sound coming from their headphones. The sudden execution was full of drama. Haibara's secret was not only unexposed at all, but was even directly solved by Gin with Kenzo Nagayama, and Kamikawa Shun didn't need to end it.

When Kurakawa Shun and Haibara looked at each other, they were both indescribable and complicated.

After dealing with the problem, Jin Jiu fired at the box on the wine rack. The high-concentration spirits flowed out through the gun hole. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and closed the door of the wine cellar, a raging fire was already ignited in the wine cellar.

Conan crawled out of the box in the corner with coughing, and looked at the craze of the wine cellar, covering his mouth and nose, bent down and walked forward.

In the middle of the wine cellar, Kenzo Yama, who was lying on the ground, had lost his breath. Conan glanced at it and walked to the door to prepare to go out, but was frightened to find that the door was locked from outside and he could not go out!

The fire in the wine cellar spread very quickly, thick smoke penetrated his mouth and nose, and he coughed uncontrollably.

Damn it!

There is only the fireplace outside the gate at the exit here, but with his child's body now, he can't climb up!

His eyes swept across the wine rack quickly, and Lao Baigan came into his eyes.

A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart, but it was quickly annihilated.

Lao Baigan could only make him bigger once, and the second time he drank it was completely useless, which almost blocked the way he left.

The smoke became thicker and thicker, and he lay beside the door to slow down the irritation of the smoke on his nose and lungs.

Huokawa was about to leave with Haibara, and Conan's cough and kicking the door suddenly came from his headphones. He was about to listen again, but the eavesdropping device was caught in the flames and could not hear any more.

Looking at the thick smoke coming out of the chimney over there, Shangchuan suddenly felt a bad premonition.

"Xiao Ai, hide first, just in case Gin comes to me, I'm going to see it!"

Haibara also knew the severity of the matter, nodded, and said nothing.

Guaikawa quickly opened his glider and flew over there with his guitar on his back.

The glider speed was not slow, but the increasing thick smoke made him more and more anxious!

Why is that guy Conan there? He is getting more and more courageous! The wine cellar has only such a large space and there are so many high-concentration spirits, and the fire cannot be controlled at all!

Now I can only hope that Conan's protagonist's halo can give him some strength to support him to arrive.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Shangchuan immediately untied his glider, put down the guitar box on his backpack, rolled around the snow to make his temperature drop, and then took off his outer jacket and put on a handful of snow, then he lifted the cover of the chimney and jumped down.

From the rooftop to the cellar, he was standing on the wall with his hands and feet, and the thick smoke pricked him almost unable to open his eyes.

When he fell to the ground, he saw a fire. His tears were secreted uncontrollably in the smoke. He quickly searched for Conan's figure.

At the door, Conan was lying on the ground and was a little confused. The flames were like spiritually avoiding him, allowing him to have a place of peace in this fire.

In the hazy dimness, he seemed to see a figure in black approaching, and then, he lost consciousness.

Conan was so hot that even the shadows on his clothes were about to spark, so Kamikawa quickly wrapped him in his coat.

Walking through the fire, Kamikawa Shun's hair was curled by the high temperature, and even sparks appeared on her clothes.

Before he could solve the problem of the fire, Guaikawa picked him up, kicked the door directly, and then headed straight to the nearest bathroom to cool himself down.

It was not until the temperature completely dropped that Shangchuan Shun breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the mirror, his black hair was curled up in the mirror, his clothes and pants were burned a lot, and he was wet against his body. Even his face was blackened, making him look like a refugee who ran out of the fire.

This guy Conan is fine. He has nothing to do except fall into a coma.

Sighing, Guekawa Shin picked up Conan and walked up to the rooftop.

His sudden appearance cannot be explained, so he still has to find a way to place Conan.

With the guitar on his back, Guekawa Shin looked at Conan unconscious and had a headache.

"Just throw it to the rooftop." At most, I caught a cold due to cold, but it was not like him. In order to save him, I had to change my hairstyle when I got home at night.

Moreover, his ragged outfit was simply impossible to see anyone. Not only did he say that his whole body was wet, but when he arrived at the rooftop, the cold wind blew, it was biting cold.

He took out his cell phone and switched to the encrypted phone mode, called the fire alarm, coughed, and changed to a completely different voice.
Chapter completed!