Kurokizawa also walked out of the organization's training room.

His marksmanship is not good, so he often comes to train his marksmanship.

The organization's base is called a base, but in fact it is just a supply ground and training ground prepared by the organization for them. The base used for real scientific research is not something that the relevant personnel do not have the authority to know.

In Tokyo, Kurokizawa also knows three bases like this, and the one he is currently in is the most complete and most visited.

It's okay on weekdays, but he always feels that the atmosphere in the base is a bit strange these days.

Very depressing, with a storm coming.

After coming out of the training room, Kurokizawa didn't see anyone. Since some of the peripheral members were all serious and in a hurry, he wanted to find someone to ask what happened and couldn't find a suitable person.

Until he walked to the lounge, Kurokizawa finally saw someone who could speak.

Vodka was taking canned coffee in the freezer, and Kurokizawa also came forward to say hello. He wanted to ask about Grey Yan, but that guy hadn't contacted someone for a week. But after thinking about it, he changed the problem.

"Vodka, is something happening to the organization? Why do you feel like the atmosphere is so wrong these days?"

Vodka closed the freezer door, held up his sunglasses, and didn't hide anything from Kurokizawa, "The FBI caught us alone."

"Is it just that? In the past, people were caught and didn't see the atmosphere so tense." Kurokizawa also felt that such words alone were not enough to make the atmosphere so anxious.

"Oh." Vodka sighed. The real reason was that they were slapped by Akai Hideichi, and Gin was injured by Akai Hideichi. His low pressure seriously affected the people around him. But this kind of truth must not be told.

"Brother is in a bad mood, and it will be fine when he finds someone." Vodka didn't say much to him. He was not familiar with this Martini, so there was nothing to say.

He walked into a lounge with two cans of coffee, gin half lying on the hospital bed smoking, and Belmode sat on the sofa, crossing his legs.

"Brother, coffee."

As soon as he entered this, the vodka felt the temperature drop a lot. He closed the door and handed the coffee to gin.

Ginjiu had a dark face, and he had several thick layers of bandages on his chest, and his hands were wrapped around him.

He reached out to take the intact hand, checked the canned coffee, and confirmed that no one had touched it, so he opened it with one hand.

Gin is wearing gloves all the time. Even if one hand is injured, the other hand is still covered tightly to avoid leaking fingerprints.

"Is there any news about Kiel?"

"No." Vodka shook his head, "I sent someone to ask about the situation on the TV station, and said that Kiel called yesterday for a long vacation."

Gin frowned, "Did Kiel play it yourself?"

"The TV station said it was an unfamiliar number, but the voice was from Kiel. I suspect that it was probably because the FBI used a device such as a voice changer to disguise Kiel to prevent Kiel from disappearing from causing suspicion."

Belmode lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, and the white smoke came out of her mouth.

She knew who could ask for leave from the TV station for disguise as Keel's voice, and who found Keel. That day she sat in the gin car and saw Conan who was with FBI raider Judy.

Whether it is the eavesdropping device installed, the assassination failed, or the arrest of Mizuno, it is undoubtedly unrelated to Conan.

An unexpected smile appeared between Belmode's lips.

But even so, so what?

Whether the mission failed or Kiel's life or death, these have nothing to do with her.

She waited for the silver bullet to cut through the black sky and smashed all the ghosts and monsters in this organization.

Belmode loosened his fingers and the cigarette fell to the ground. She stood up and stomped out all the sparks of the cigarette.

"You should recover from your injuries, and I'll leave first."

Gin's eyes turned coldly to her, "If you are very idle, why not check the traces of Chakil."

"I'm just here to visit the wounded. It's not my mission to find Kiel." Belmode echoed him, stroking the long hair on his forehead behind his ears, and raised his red lips, "If you beg me, I can help this."

Vodka only felt the air inside dropped a few degrees again.

He felt that he should not be in the house, but on the roof.

"Ha." Gin sneered, his attitude self-evident.

Belmode, obviously knew Gin's reaction, chuckled and left the lounge.

Vodka carefully suggested, "Brother, should I ask that guy Bourbon to check it out? He is better at this."

Gin's cold eyes shifted to Vodka's face, "Without the boss or the adult's order, can you use him?"

Vodka wiped his sweat and said the same thing. Bourbon looked easy to talk, but in fact he was quite arbitrary and alone, and he was still a mystic.

"But he looks idle. I passed by Maori Detective Office today, and he is still working in that coffee shop."

"Tell me and ask him to arrange some business for that guy." Gin's mind flashed through Kogoro Mouri's figure, but he had not yet dispelled his suspicion of the detective.

Poirot Cafe.

Amuro Toru was a little surprised by Uekawa Shun's arrival.

He looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the pointer was about to point to the eleven number.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class now?”

Shun Kawakawa did not answer his question, but instead sat at the bar and looked at his face, "How are you feeling now?"

"It's pretty good, what's wrong?" Amuro couldn't understand why Kurakawa suddenly asked this.

Kurakawa Shin put a bottle of medicine in his pocket on the table and asked sincerely in Azusa Hiromoto's confusing gaze: "Why take a pill of antihypertensive medicine first? I'm afraid you will get high blood pressure."

When he came here, he went to the pharmacy to buy a bottle of antihypertensive medicine, but he was afraid that Amuro would cause him to get angry again.

As soon as he heard what he said, Amuro felt his blood pressure start to rise again.

He closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and a harsh smile appeared on his face, "Wait for me."

He tidied up the tabletop of the bar, took off his apron, and washed his hands with hand sanitizer, just like a ceremony. After all this, he took a pill of antihypertensive medicine with water, and then he felt his blood pressure calmed down.

"Miss Xiao Zi, I have something to leave, so I'll bother you in the afternoon."

"Okay." Azusa Hiromoto nodded. Although she didn't know what he was going to do, she was definitely not wrong.

"Okay, let's go."
Chapter completed!