It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 229: Unable to Think

Then, just like in the plot, Pisk broke the barrel and the cigarette in his mouth caused a fire.

When he was at a loss, Conan immediately used the available resources and kicked Asti's arm, which was holding Haibara Ai.

Bechfinger: ...You're done for, you stinky corgi! You kicked me!

When he let go of Haibara Ai, Conan immediately rushed over to catch her, then left the wine cellar like a 100-meter sprint and locked the door.

Asti covered his arm, glanced at Pisk, walked behind the shelf and teleported away.

As Pisco tries to find them, Gin emerges from the fireplace and points a gun at his forehead.

At last.

Bang! A shot.

He is gone.

Gin frowned after taking a look at his body.

"Koto-chan! What are you doing? Bring his body up here~"

A pervert's voice came from the chimney.

Gin remained silent and hung Pisk's body on the rope thrown by Vodka.

Winery real wine x

Corpse movers?

Carrying a dead body, Bertrand was the only one who was happy among the three people.

A well popped up on Gin's forehead.

If he continues to go on missions with this brat, his beloved car will definitely turn into a corpse truck!

When Conan brought Huibara Ai back to the car, Bechfenger was already in the car. Seeing Huibara Ai covered in blood, he was surprised, "Oh my God! What happened? Why is there so much blood on her body? Is she injured?"

I don’t know if it’s because Huibara is too seriously injured, but the little Corgi briefly forgot about Beihefenger’s sudden departure.

He laid Haibara Ai on the back seat, then sat in the passenger seat and let Dr. Agasa drive away. Then he learned from Dr. Agasa that Pisco was killed by Gin.

While listening to their conversation, Bechfenger, who was squeezed near the car door, looked curiously at Haibara Ai who was lying beside him from time to time.

How is it that after becoming smaller, the wounds on your body seem to disappear?

Is this really the world of science? It's so magical.

On the other side, in the black Porsche, Gin was chatting with Vermouth, talking about Shirley.

When talking about Shirley choosing to leave because they saw her face, Bertrand, who was quietly playing with a butterfly, interjected.

"That's not necessarily the case. What if the other party uses reverse thinking and continues to stay here?"

The two were silent for a while, and Vermouth smiled, "Sweetheart, you are right~"

Bertrand yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and waved the butterfly in his hand, "Okay, you guys continue chatting."

"Wait a minute." Vermouth rubbed his head, "Didn't you say before that someone was waiting for that little girl? I didn't expect that she was rescued by someone."

The baby-faced man snorted, crossed his arms over his chest, and said unhappily, "What can we do? People who are controlled can't think."

Vermouth smiled helplessly, "Yes, yes, this has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me!" Bertrand puffed out his cheeks and poked her arm with his fingers.

Then he leaned over to the front seat and stared at Gin curiously, "By the way, Gin-chan can still drive even though he's injured, that's amazing~"

"I can't do that. I can only take out the butterfly bomb and throw it with great effort~"

Gin: "..."

Vermouth on the side burst into laughter.

Vodka also immediately tilted his head to one side, fearing that his elder brother would suddenly shoot him.

But who doesn’t like to see Gin at a loss for words?