Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Chapter 332 Conan: My Junior is Being Targeted

Yin Jiu and Junerick worked on research in the laboratory day and night. When they came out of the experimental base again, Yin Jiu unexpectedly saw a few snowflakes falling from the sky.

Yin Jiu: “…” In just one week, the weather outside has turned from midsummer to cold winter.

"Why are you wearing so little? Did the research team abuse you again?" When Toru Amuro saw Yin Jiu standing in the snow in a short-sleeved shirt, he immediately took out a cotton jacket from the car and put it on Yin Jiu.

"No, there is central air conditioning in the building." Yin Jiu wanted to say something but stopped. Seeing that Amuro Toru didn't seem to notice anything wrong, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

"The windbreaker and goggles are in the bag at the back of the car," Toru Amuro sat in the driver's seat, waited for the indicator light at the door to turn green, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out of the base's underground garage.

"Aren't we going to watch the fireworks?" Yin Jiu glanced at the schedule and tilted his head. "It will be dark by the time we get there, right?"

"That's true." Amuro Toru made a judgment and did not refute.

The car drove through the busy streets, entered the suburbs, and finally swept across half of a small hill, and finally entered the skating rink that was already brightly lit at the last moment before the sun set.

"Xiao Jiu, you're here?" Mao Lilan saw Amuro Toru's car coming back at the agreed location, and immediately stood on tiptoe to wave, "The fireworks are about to be set off. If you don't come to the garden, I'm going to call you."

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Yin Jiu nodded apologetically, then glanced around, "Where's Senior Yuanzi?"

"She went to the bathroom," Mao Lilan looked at her watch, "It's almost time, and the others haven't come back yet..."

"Is there anyone else?" Yin Jiu blinked and half leaned on the railing.

"It was just a coincidence that we met them. They seemed to be members of some association." Mao Lilan's tone sounded a little uncertain.

"It's the Skeet Shooting Association." Conan added, with his hands in his pockets.

"Doesn't that mean that these people have a pretty good basic knowledge of shooting?" Yin Jiu added thoughtfully.

Toru Amuro immediately became alert: the silly roe deer has been deeply brainwashed by the organization, could he be trying to recruit someone else into the organization?

"There is still a big gap between target shooting and real sniping." Amuro Toru shook his head, "and because of the limitations of conditions, most people's shooting distance in the game will not exceed 44 yards. Such a distance is almost useless in actual combat."

"Yeah, when it comes to marksmanship, the guys from the Practical Shooting Association are the best." Yin Jiu responded.

Conan pricked up his ears immediately after hearing this. Is this Toru Amuro trying to induce Yin Jiu to learn how to use a gun?

Still need actual combat?!

"Brother Yin Jiu, are you going to play shooting games? I want to go too." Conan pulled Yin Jiu's clothes in a childish voice, looking pitiful.

"If it's a real thing, I probably don't have time to join the association," Yin Jiu blinked, half leaned over to look at Conan, a barely perceptible smirk flashed across his eyes, "I just saw Teacher Judy playing with guns in the arcade that day, and I thought it was so cool. I don't think I've ever played this kind of game before."

It's that Judy!

There must be something wrong with her!

Conan was so angry that his back teeth were about to break, but he still had to pretend to be ignorant.

Yin Jiu's words reminded Mao Lilan, "Yes, when we saw Teacher Judy that day, she was really handsome!"

"That's right, I always thought shooting was a boring game where you just stood there and didn't move." Yin Jiu nodded in agreement.

"No, in real combat, most snipers are in a lurking state. This boring waiting lasts at least half a day, or even several days." Amuro Toru felt that the two clear-headed high school students were about to be led astray by the FBI, and immediately corrected them, "The cool look you mentioned will only make you stand out and be shot into a sieve if you really fight like that in combat."

"So that's how it is. Brother Amuro knows a lot about actual sniping." Conan asked tentatively with an innocent look on his face.

"I do have some understanding. My previous job was a detective, and I know a lot of friends with various interests." Amuro Toru said vaguely.

The sky gradually darkened, and when the first firework bloomed in the sky, Suzuki Sonoko still hadn't returned.

Conan also stood aside silently. There must be other members of the organization lurking around Yin Jiu.

After Haibara Ai’s reminder last time, Conan went back to review the situation for a few days and finally locked his target on another guest at Sakamaki’s memorial service.

Chris Wynyard, the daughter of his mother's best friend, is also Yin Jiu's ambiguous object.

Thinking of this relationship, even Conan himself felt a little scalp tingling, and put himself in Xiaolan's shoes and thought about what would happen if she was a member of the organization and had been immersed in him for so many years.

I'm afraid it would be an extremely painful and difficult decision for him to make.

And according to the information sent back by Yukiko Fujimine, Chris Wynyard may have inherited her mother's skills in disguise and voice changing.

In this case, the woman named Judy is not only suspicious, but also very likely a character played by Chrissie Wynyard in two roles.

When Yin Jiu is at school, he is monitored by "Teacher Judy", when he goes home, it is Chris Wynyard, and when he goes out for work, it is Toru Amuro who appears in shifts.

His junior fellow apprentice was being targeted.

That organization is determined to get Yin Jiu.

But he was powerless.

"boom!"

A gorgeous firework bloomed in the dim night sky. In the bright and dark light and shadow, Conan saw that the corners of Yin Jiu's mouth raised in a strange arc. It was an evil smile that was completely different from his usual pure smile.

Did he see it wrong?

Conan rubbed his eyes. How could Yin Jiu have such an expression?

Just as Conan was stunned, a sharp scream broke the silence.

"Is it Senior Yuanzi?!" Yin Jiu turned around.

Conan rushed out first.

"What happened?"

At some point, the members of the Shooting Association had all arrived behind them. Seeing Conan disappear in the crowd, the boys in the team immediately chased after him.

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"Is Sonoko-senpai okay?"

Yin Jiu stopped when he reached the door of the women's restroom.

There was a strong smell of blood inside that had not yet dissipated, indicating that the person had died not long ago.

Toru Amuro had long been accustomed to Kudo Shinichi's murderous physique, and resigned himself to calling the police.

. .

"The deceased was shot. After preliminary investigation, the only people here who were carrying guns and knew how to assemble them were..." Officer Megure's eyes swept over the members of the skeet shooting association present, "Only the four of you."

"How can it be!?"

Immediately, the faces of several people from the Skeet Shooting Association changed.

"Anyway, tell me who proposed to come here?" Inspector Megure stood next to the corpse, observing it and turning his head to ask.

"We all decided to come here together," said the girl with long black hair named Sano Izumi, who smelled the strongest of blood and was the first to speak. "This place is very close to the shooting range, and everyone liked it when they came here before."

"Really?" Megure didn't believe it completely and wrote down these words in his little notebook.

Gao Mu just came back from taking pictures. Seeing his boss's slightly cold attitude, he smiled with high emotional intelligence to smooth things over. "We'll talk about these things during the interrogation. We'll make a record then."

"Brother Yin Jiu, who do you think the murderer is?" Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Suzuki Sonoko was fine. Then he saw Yin Jiu staring at Sano Izumi without saying a word, and he couldn't help but pull the hem of his junior's clothes.

"Hmm? I don't know, but it must be one of these people." Yin Jiu retracted his gaze and pretended to reason, "There is a letter S written on the wall next to the deceased. Maybe it refers to shooting, which means people in the shooting association."