A garbage truck drove along the road. One of the two workers on the truck was drowsy, and the other was driving intently.

Suddenly, the car suddenly came to a sudden stop, and the young man who was sleeping immediately woke up and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

"Someone fell down on the road ahead. Xiaoshan, go down and have a look." The older staff member said, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The young man named Xiaoshan looked up and saw that five or six meters in front of the car, a young man in black clothes fell to the ground holding his knees. He seemed to be in pain and could not get up.

"Yes, Matsukawa-senpai." Xiaoshan responded, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and ran over: "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Hello, can you help me? I can't stand up." The young man wearing a mask said in a low voice.

"Okay." Xiaoshan helped enthusiastically and asked, "Do I need to call an ambulance for you?"

"It's not necessary. I just fell down accidentally. I just need to take a rest." The young man paused and said again: "Thank you."

"It's nothing." Xiao Shan held up his hat sheepishly, helped the other person walk to the bench by the roadside, and asked: "Is it okay here?"

"Okay, it's very suitable."

As the other party spoke, the arm holding him suddenly moved up, and a handkerchief covered Xiao Shan's face. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously grabbed the other party's hand——

"Uh...uh uh..."

After struggling for two times, Xiaoshan still could not resist the power of the chemicals, and his whole body fell limp, and his eyes closed.

Matsukawa in the driver's seat lowered his head and flicked the ashes of his cigarette. He felt the door on the passenger side being opened and said smoothly: "You're back?"

"Um."

The answering voice was short and low, but it was not Xiaoshan's lively and energetic voice. Matsukawa raised his head warily, and saw a dark muzzle head on.

"You...who are you? What are you going to do?" Matsukawa asked calmly, his hand quietly touching the wrench placed in the tool box.

"Don't move!"

A cold voice came, and he immediately stopped stiffly.

After all, he is just an ordinary employee of the cleaning company. Although he is calm and collected, he has no ability to defend himself. But who would have thought? Driving a garbage truck will actually encounter gunmen.

Matsukawa raised his hands wisely, even closing his eyes, and said, "You can take all the money, but please don't hurt us."

At first glance, the man in the mirror looks almost exactly like Matsukawa.

Kitahara Sosuke smiled with satisfaction, took the keys and went out.

"Card, how long does it take for her to reach the scheduled location?" Kitahara Sosuke asked.

[Three minutes and seventeen seconds]

"I remember when Conan was little, the possibility of death due to high fever was very high, and you still asked me to come to the rescue. Why is it not needed this time?"

[When Kudo Shinichi’s physical age successfully returned to ten years ago, in this world, this kind of thing has become allowed by the rules]

Got it, from that moment on, Ke Xue started to show off his power, right?

Kitahara Sosuke didn't know what to complain about at this time, so he simply nodded cautiously to show that he understood.

The vehicle drove to the door of the pharmaceutical company. Because this garbage truck would come in and out every day, the man in black next to the door only glanced at it and opened the door. Kitahara Sosuke followed Matsukawa's habit before, holding a cigarette in his mouth

, waved his hand and said: "Good afternoon!"

The man smiled and nodded, no different from any ordinary company security guard.

The vehicle drove along the established route to the garbage collection area. Kitahara Sosuke did not take the opportunity to look around to collect any information. He parked the vehicle and jumped out.

Although this pharmaceutical company is affiliated with a black organization, it will not just throw out a bunch of contraband. Those that are truly shady will naturally have dedicated personnel to deal with them, and the garbage trucks will recycle ordinary household waste.

No matter how clean and tidy the place is, no one will like it at the garbage collection area. Two men in black were standing in the distance, looking at Kitahara Sosuke as he walked into the recycling area without running around, so they both looked away.

, just standing guard at the gate.

【9】,【8】,【7】……

A countdown is jumping on the card.

Kithara Sosuke laughed: "Why do I think you expect more than me?"

【Idiot!Catch it!】

When the countdown jumped to 0, a little girl fell out of the pipe, her head facing the corner of the box on the ground.

——So this is what countdown means!

Kitahara Sosuke made a lightning move and took the girl into his arms. He saw that she had passed out, her face was red, her hands and feet were hot, her shoes and socks had fallen off at some point, and her clothes were too loose.

——Of course. After all, she was originally a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, but she suddenly shrunk to seven years old. Of course, none of her clothes fit her.

"Hiss! Is this really okay with this high body temperature?" Kitahara Sosuke felt like he was holding a red-hot charcoal stove.

Card:【Nothing】

"Okay, you are the system, you have the final say."

Kitahara Sosuke looked around. The garbage recycling area was actually quite tidy, with all kinds of garbage placed in categories. It must be said that Tokyo citizens have always been excellent in this regard. He quickly saw a place with old clothes (large

Some of them are boxes in white coats.

He put the little girl in his hand into the box, stuffed a piece of antipyretic medicine he had prepared earlier, stared at it for a moment, then moved the box into the car and put it together with many other garbage. He closed the car door and prepared to leave.

The operation went as smoothly as expected. He was in a good mood now and couldn't help but think of a question: in the plot, Miyano Shiho chose to stop drug research in protest and was imprisoned because her sister Miyano Akemi was killed by the organization.

She committed suicide by swallowing atx4869 when she was young, and turned into a child and escaped. This time, Miyano Akemi should not have died. Why did she still defect according to her original trajectory?

I'm afraid I can only wait until she wakes up to ask her this question.

The vehicle started slowly. As soon as he reached the gate, the black-clothed guard signaled him to stop first, and then respectfully allowed a black car to come in first.

Black...Porsche 356a...

Gin’s car!

Has the car been repaired? Or has it been replaced with the same model?

No, that's not right! This is not the issue that should be considered now. The point is that the loyal model worker of the black organization, the most ferocious and keenest Gin is right in front of him!

Kitahara Sosuke's breath tightened, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then slowly released it.

The black Porsche drove to the door and stopped. The driver Vodka lowered the window and said a few words to the man in black guarding the door, then started the car and drove past the garbage truck. Gin glanced at the garbage truck casually and didn't take it seriously.

superior.

The guard waved to Kitahara Sosuke, indicating that he could leave now.

Kitahara Sosuke did not forget to wave goodbye like Matsukawa. The garbage truck started, passed by the Porsche, and drove towards the gate at a leisurely speed.
Chapter completed!