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

Chapter 172 Blood-Related Family

Conan followed Takao Yuto into the residential building where he lived. When he opened the door, he suddenly came out with his hands in his pockets, his face solemn, "Mr. Takao, you killed Ms. Inoue, right?"

Takao Yuto paused when he was about to unlock the door, turned his head to look at the dwarf carrot Conan with an unclear expression, and then the corners of his mouth curved into a cold and excited arc.

"No, of course I didn't kill him. I just made a wish to the church..."

Conan's pupils shrank sharply, and he grasped the key point of his words.

church!

He opened his mouth to ask more questions, but suddenly, Takao Yuto fell to the ground in front of him. His expression was still frozen, but a deep linear bloodstain suddenly appeared on the back of his head, even passing through the skull.

Conan's eyes suddenly widened and he quickly went forward to check on him.

...dead!

He didn't notice that a white figure in the building opposite took a look at the situation opposite and left indifferently, playing with a playing card in his hand.

If you hadn't asked, he wouldn't have died.

Famous detective.

His original price was just insomnia and difficulty falling asleep.

That's it.

Conan returned to the office in a mess, and locked himself in the room as soon as he got home.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with three cards placed in front of him.

Two are 'E' and one is 'S'.

Conan scratched his hair in annoyance.

damn it!

He has no clue or any lead about the mysterious Black Organization!

Now there is a church organization that helps others or commits crimes on their behalf!

Conan put the card away and stopped thinking about it.

He's going to have a heart attack if he keeps thinking about it!

……

On a certain street, a black Porsche was waiting for the red light. The driver Vodka caught a glimpse of a young girl walking on the pedestrian street next to him.

She was wearing a pink and black punk-style lolita dress, holding a parasol in one hand and a cell phone in the other, seemingly sending a text message.

Originally Vodka was just curious about her outfit, but when he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat and his eyelids trembled.

"Brother, is that Bertrand?"

Gin: "?"

He looked in the direction Vodka pointed, through the car window, but looked away after just a glance, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and lit another one.

"No."

He replied calmly while exhaling smoke.

When the girl passed by the car, the green light happened to come on. Vodka took another look and stepped on the accelerator.

At this moment, the walking girl suddenly stopped and looked back.

"Ah, it really is Gin's car."

But she just took a look and continued walking.

Until it gets late.

Safe House No. 3.

Looking at the baby-faced girl lying on Aphra's lap watching cartoons for the Nth time, Vodka finally couldn't help but speak, "Xiaobai, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah? You ask." Bertrand replied without taking his eyes off the TV.

"You really don't have any family?"

"Yes!" Bertrand crawled up and sat up, pointing at Aphra who was standing beside him. "Look, that's my mother."

Then he pointed at Gin who was sitting next to the bar, "Hey, my half-brother!"

Gin: ...?

"Oh! But it seems that he can also be said to be a father without blood relationship?" Bertrand pinched his chin and thought.

Gin was speechless and silent. He squeezed the wine glass in his hand slightly, and his forehead was throbbing.

Vodka:…

He coughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead caused by Bertrand's words. "No, no, I mean family members with blood ties."