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

Chapter 223 Don’t listen or listen to Wang 8 chanting sutras

Conan: ...

Why did the nervous mood suddenly disappear?

He coughed twice, interrupting the innocent Xiu Gou's mumbling, then leaned over to his ear and whispered an explanation.

Beihefenger opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Is it true?"

Conan shook his head, "I'm not really sure..."

Bechfinger looked at him speechlessly. "Are you not sure if you still want to pick the lock?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry, hahaha..." Conan raised his hand and smiled awkwardly.

"Oh..." Bechfinger seemed to believe him halfway, then he suddenly stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said excitedly, "In that case, let me help you!"

As he said that, he took out... a piece of wire from his cloak?

Conan:!?

Eh?

Ai Huihara, who was standing by, was also stunned. Seeing him approaching the car door and trying to pick the lock, she quickly went over to stop him, "Wait a minute! He will definitely figure it out with such a rough method!"

"Oh don't worry, what I have learned will definitely not leave any traces!"

Beichfenger was still in high spirits.

He was taught by Amuro Toru! There is absolutely no problem!

Even if he was discovered...he still had Bertrand to protect him.

Haibara Ai turned her head and looked at Conan, motioning him to come and help pull the man back.

Conan held down Bechfinger's restless hand, "Don't be impulsive! Just let me do it!"

Beichfeng stopped what he was doing, ran to the side and squatted, drawing circles on the ground with wire in a pitiful manner.

Conan's mouth twitched, and he could only go forward to comfort him, "It's not that I don't want you to help, but if it really is his car, it would be too dangerous..."

"I don't want to hear that!" Bechfinger covered his ears.

Conan: "...Next time! I'll definitely ask you for help next time!"

Lanmao, who was squatting in the corner, stood up instantly, took back the wire with a smile, and said, "It's settled then~"

Conan pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed, a drop of sweat slid down his forehead.

It just so happened that Dr. Agasa also brought what he wanted.

Conan used a clothes hanger to open the car door and got in, took out a tracker and stuffed it into the car.

But Huiyuan Ai suddenly grabbed him, her face horrified, "Look across the street!"

Conan looked up and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Standing opposite were two very conspicuous men in black.

That was Gin and his driver.

Conan was still thinking about putting the tracker back in, but was stopped by Haibara Ai.

"Wait! I advise you not to do this! Bertrand has many butterflies with various functions! No one knows whether his butterflies can find you!"

Bei Hefeng, who was standing aside, nodded secretly: I swear, I can do it.

Conan's hand paused for a moment, a look of confusion flashed across his face, and finally he gritted his teeth and took the tracker back.

At this time, Gin and the other person had ignored the cars on the road and crossed the road.

As for seeing the messy footprints beside the car, Vodka continued to play steadily, "Maybe it was passers-by who came to admire it. After all, big brother's car is rare."

The hiding Bechfinger: I suspect Vodka is an undercover agent sent by God into the winery.

Looking at the car going away, Conan gritted his teeth somewhat unwillingly.

hateful!

After missing this time, I don’t know if there will be another chance next time!

Bei Hefenger sighed in his heart, walked over to him and patted his head comfortingly, "Don't worry, don't worry, what if there will be a chance next time?"