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Chapter 381 Vermouth: This car is sick

I don't know when the snow stopped at night, and on the main road heated by floor heating, a black Porsche 356A stopped at the corner of the street.

"Hey, Gin, I saw the God of Bad Luck go around the construction fence and run in." Yin Jiu's night vision is very good, and he can easily see what is happening far away from them.

Along the way, Gin was paying attention to the road conditions while also paying attention to Yin Jiu's mental state. His nerves were highly tense. When he heard the word "bad luck", the hand that opened the door subconsciously pulled back and locked the door again.

It’s bad enough that I recruited a useless Vermouth, I can’t be contaminated by bad luck anymore.

Gin's thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and he felt something was wrong. He turned around and met Vermouth's half-smile.

Suddenly, my memory seemed to have opened a floodgate. The name "Bad Luck God" was mentioned by both Glenfiddich and Bourbon. It was a nickname for the high school detective "Kudo Shinichi".

So the short figure that just scurried past was not a large dog, but a shrunken high school detective?

Realizing this, Gin's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. The iron rod that he was originally going to take out was put back to its original place, and when he touched it again, he found that Beretta was already in his left hand.

"Calm down, leave him alive." Vermouth saw this and finally couldn't help but warn him. She picked up the iron rod and stuffed it into Gin's windbreaker pocket, saying considerately,

"You'd better take it with you. If you really get angry, it'll be easier to get out of this situation than using a Beretta."

Vermouth's proposal was accepted, and Gin left without saying anything more, leaving Yin Jiu and Vermouth in the car.

"You're right, Gin's condition is indeed a little unusual." Vermouth followed Gin's gaze until the figure disappeared, then she slowly leaned back on the cushion.

When Yin Jiu heard the sigh, he raised his head in surprise.

No, he was just making it up. Did Vermouth really believe it?

"Do you remember how Gin suddenly locked the door and changed his gun?" Vermouth didn't think Gin would mistake Kudo Shinichi's figure, and analyzed it on her own, "I guess it was his paranoia that triggered a negative emotional reaction, so he changed to a more lethal weapon."

"..Huh?" Yin Jiu uttered a syllable hesitantly.

"It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything. It's not right for a child like you to worry about such things." Vermouth sighed and looked at Yin Jiu with pity.

Gin’s problem is not small, and the kid’s condition is obviously not good either.

Plus the brainless vodka and drugged sherry who will be sitting in soon.

There are patients in this car.

Vermouth rubbed her shoulders with her fingers irritably, feeling that the burden on her shoulders had become heavier.

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On the other side, Gin was holding his breath when he saw a faint red light dancing up and down not far ahead.

Looking again, it was vodka.

To be precise, it was Vodka who was smoking a cigarette. This dark-skinned man almost blended into the night, and the blush on his face that was jumping up and down showed his excitement.

But the innocent Vodka was unaware of what was happening behind him and was walking briskly towards the underground warehouse.

"Ha, you are such a coward that you were so scared that you didn't even dare to take the check."

With the flashlight in hand, the first thing that caught Vodka's eye was a half-opened letter pinned to the storage cabinet.

"Then I will accept it without hesitation."

I can use this money to take my brother and Glenfiddich out for a big meal next time!

Vodka was in a good mood and even hummed a little tune, so he opened the cabinet without thinking much. When he saw the transparent tape on the CD box, he took off his gloves and started tearing it off.

"Ah!"

Gin just watched quietly from behind, and after seeing this scene, he finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Big... Big brother?!" Vodka's half-torn hand suddenly froze.

Feeling the muzzle of a gun pointing at him from behind, a trace of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

"Big, big brother! This is the reward we paid to Itakura Taku. He seemed to have run away without even trying to accept it." Vodka guiltily handed over all the 'ill-gotten gains' he had just obtained. Feeling that Gin's gaze was still unfriendly, he quickly removed the CD from the bottom of the cabinet.

Then, just as he was about to say something else, he looked up and saw that the look in his brother Gin's eyes had completely changed, from a little bit of anger to full of disappointment.

what?

Could it be that he did something wrong again?

Vodka's hand hesitated and froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

Gin finally couldn't bear it anymore, took the CD from Vodka, and started to give instructions for today's work, "Do you know why the shell of this software is taped?"

"It's to keep your fingerprints, and you can't remove the tape if you're wearing gloves."

"And the check stuck outside." Gin squatted down and picked up the cigarette that Vodka had spit out from the ground. "It's easy for you to get carried away when you see the unexpected gain. If you drop something like a cigarette butt, we can use these things to find out your blood type."

"And this guy is really ambitious." At this point, Gin had already opened the box and removed the CD in the middle. "He even wants to search our base camp. He is really bold."

As he spoke, Vodka also saw the transmitter attached to the bottom of the box. The square-faced man's expression gradually changed from confusion to shock, and then to disbelief, "I was actually tricked by Itakura Taku?"

Vodka's expression was a little bad. Although Itakura Taku's death was unexpected, such a series of traps did not seem to be a temporary decision.

Could it be that this old guy had a plan all along, waiting to trick him here?

"No, it shouldn't be Itakura Taku."

"Excessive temperature changes will stimulate the sympathetic nerves and increase the burden on the heart. A patient with heart disease would never seek death by running to a villa in the mountains of Gunma Prefecture in the heavy snow."

Gin bit his index finger with his teeth to take off the glove, and placed one hand on the CD.

The weather during the blizzard was unusually cold, and objects cooled down very quickly at such temperatures. As expected, Gin couldn't feel any heat, but he still paused for two seconds on purpose and suddenly revealed a cruel smile.

"Although the fingerprints on the box have been wiped off, there is still residual warmth. In other words, the other party must still be hiding nearby."