sjar Is there an “unabridged version” of Chapter 321?
Is there an “unabridged version” of Chapter 321?
Shirakawa Akie opened his mouth, glanced at Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Kenji, and Date Kou beside him, then looked at Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu, then coughed lightly: "Ahem, about this matter, how about we divide into groups and discuss it?"
Matsuda Jinpei asked sinisterly, "What? There are two versions of this story? Judging from the look in your eyes, I guess I heard your nonsense version, right?"
Baichuan Qiu was embarrassed: "No... yes."
At most, the existence of the organization can be omitted.
Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu exchanged a glance, then looked at Matsuda Jinpei and asked tentatively, "How about we really divide them into groups?"
Matsuda Jinpei sneered, moved a stool and sat there with great strut. Next to him was the smiling Hagiwara Kenji. Date Kou also folded his arms and looked at the three of them, all with an attitude of "If you don't explain clearly, we won't leave."
Jōgu Rei held his forehead with his hand, and Zhufu Jingguang gave Shirakawa Qiu a look that told him to fend for himself.
Shirakawa Akane's eyes wandered, and then he coughed lightly: "To put it simply, the Nishizaki family has hired a powerful assassin, and Tominaka Atsushi is probably just their first target. If nothing unexpected happens, the next target should be me."
"But there's no such thing as being on guard against thieves for a thousand days. Knowing there's a powerful assassin out to kill me, I still have to be on guard all the time. That's too tiring."
Bai Chuanqiu spread his hands: "So I might as well just give them a chance. As long as I can only appear in the hospital, then the killer should only appear in the hospital."
The others understood.
Fūya Ling raised his lip corners: "Let's catch the turtle in the jar."
Instead of jumping into those people's traps, it is better to create your own trap and let them jump into it on their own initiative.
Maybe we can catch the codenamed members of the organization this time.
Zhu Fujingguang held his chin in his hand and said, "It's indeed a good idea."
Matsuda Jinpei asked at an inopportune moment: "So, Shirakawa is talking about the 'nonsense version'? Is there an 'unabridged version'?"
Baichuan Qiu blinked and pretended to be dumb: "I don't know much more."
Matsuda Jinpei chuckled, "You'd better."
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Organization, a base.
"You said you didn't do anything at all?"
Rum held up his phone in astonishment.
"Yes, the shooting had already occurred when I arrived at the scene," Apero said calmly. "Later, I watched from the crowd. The shooting must have been real, and someone got there first."
"How could this be..." Rum muttered to himself, then his expression darkened slightly, "Haha, I understand."
It must be because the first mission failed, that Xi Qi Zhou Ming no longer trusted them, so he directly sent his own people to take over.
Haha, it’s really annoying.
Rum twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Then go and get rid of him. Don't tell me you will fail again this time."
Apero snorted and laughed: "How is that possible? If it weren't for the harassment from those police officers, I would have taken care of him long ago."
"Haha, I hope your words are consistent with your actions."
Apero didn't say anything more harsh, he just hung up.
Rum put down his phone, and thought of Nishizaki Zhouming's little trick, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
It has been a long time since anyone dared to look down on them like Nishizaki Zhouming did.
Rum, who has always been arrogant, is also a person who holds grudges...
But when he thought about the future plan, Rum felt much better.
"Forget it, why bother with them?"
He snorted and stood up to leave the base, but met Gin and Vodka who had just returned in the corridor.
Gin was still the same, wearing a black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, looking cold. Vodka was holding a black bag that looked a bit heavy, and no one knew what was in it.
Seeing Rum, Vodka was a little cautious and covered his pockets behind his back to block Rum's scrutiny.
Rum snorted and looked away.
The two sides met at the entrance of the corridor, and then without even looking at each other or saying hello, they each went their separate ways.
Just after turning a corner, Rum ordered his men: "Go and see what's in the bag in Vodka's hand."
The subordinate nodded slightly and chased after him quietly.
On the other side, Gin turned his head to look at Vodka and said in a cold voice: "Why were you hiding just now?"
Vodka shrank his neck: "Sorry, brother."
Originally, if I didn't hide, it would seem upright, but now that I'm hiding, it feels like I'm trying to cover up something.
"When we deal with it later, keep an eye on it yourself and don't let them find out." The man said coldly.
Vodka flinched. "I understand, big brother."
Then the two separated at the intersection. Vodka carried the black bag and walked to the place where the organization dealt with stolen goods and weapons. He carefully put on gloves, lit the fire in the stove, took out the things inside, and began to burn them one by one.
If anyone who witnessed the gunman shooting at the Poirot Café was here, they would be horrified to find that the vodka was burning the clothes the gunman was wearing today.
Vodka even carefully disassembled the pistol that fired several shots at Shirakawa Qiu's chest, and threw it into the furnace next to him.
While stirring the food in the fire, Vodka looked around and made sure that there was no one else around. Then he quickly took out a human skin mask from his pocket and threw it into the blazing fire.
The human skin mask caught fire and turned into ashes in an instant, leaving no trace.
At this moment, no one will know who was responsible for the shooting that happened in Poirot Cafe today.
Vodka stood there quietly, making sure everything was cleaned up before turning around and leaving.
About five minutes later, Rum's men came to the incinerator and carefully searched the contents with an iron rod, but in the end they only found a charred button.
Judging from the appearance of the buttons, they are a very common mass-produced style on the market. Nine out of ten pieces of clothing use this type of buttons, which is completely worthless for reference.
The men circled the venue again before returning to Rum.
"Some clothes were burned, and there was a murder weapon that looked like a pistol?"
Rum frowned, not quite understanding Gin's purpose.
"Nothing else?"
The subordinate shook his head: "Sorry, he's too alert. I can't get close to him."
"Hmph, forget it." Rum waved his hand indifferently. "Go on with your work."
The subordinate bowed: "Yes."
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Rice Flower Hospital.
"Mr. Shirakawa, are you okay?"
Conan looked at the white-haired young man on the hospital bed with concern.
Baichuan Qiu's face was as pale as paper. He lay quietly on the hospital bed and said in a weak voice: "It's okay, Conan."
Then he looked at the Maori father and daughter in front of him and said, "Thank you for coming to see me."
Maori Kogoro waved his hand and said, "We're all family, no need to be so polite. But Shirakawa-kun, who did you offend? Why did you get beaten like this?"
Baichuan Qiu's eyes fell on Conan, and then he smiled bitterly: "This matter... is hard to say, Mr. Maori, don't worry."
Conan, who had already learned a lot from Mr. Shirakawa, met the pair of light golden eyes that had dimmed a lot and secretly clenched his fists.
Damn it! It must have been someone from the Nishizaki family! Those guys are so unscrupulous! They are truly heinous!
"Mr. Baichuan, you should rest and recuperate from now on!"
Conan's eyes lit up with ambition: "I will make sure the murderer receives the punishment he deserves!"
Baichuan Qiu nodded aggrievedly: "Yeah."
That’s what I’ve been waiting for!
As for the fact that Conan visited the properties under the Nishizaki Group every day after he returned, it had nothing to do with Shirakawa Akane.