"...But why did the members of the organization go to the wilderness for nothing?" Conan shook his head and shook his strange guesses out of his mind. "It's probably because I'm overthinking. Besides, I'm not Haibara, so how can I feel the breath of the organization?"
...
Having said that, while waiting for the popcorn to be made, Conan still couldn't help but muttering to Hattori Heiji:
"Speaking of this, we finally didn't meet vodka and that 'Mr. Yamaguchi' again - we met three times in a row, and it was almost in dissipation. I suspected that the two guys were deliberately following us."
Hattori Heiji shrugged: "What are some of the things we have to do with high school students? The first few times should be just a coincidence. But you said just now, the owner of this cafe is indeed a bit strange. While he went out to fight wild boars, let's take a look around in the store - maybe you can find some useful clues."
The two high school students hit it off, avoided the people in the store, and quietly searched this small courtyard.
...
When the two of them were looking for it.
In the deep mountains, another sharp gaze was also searching around the cafe yard.
——Calvados found a suitable location. He stopped the car, set up a sniper rifle, and condescendingly observed the cafe built in the mountains.
After just a look, he felt something was wrong: "Didn't this cafe besides? Why are there so many people gathering in the yard?"
And when you look closely, there are two sneaky figures walking through the corridor.
Calvados picked up his gun and looked down the sniper lens... and then he saw two figures, one tall and one short, one black and one white.
“…”
Two names instantly popped out of his mind - the son of the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters, and the annoying little devil.
Why did these two guys appear again? It’s so terrifying!
"Speaking of this, if it weren't for the bastard primary school student who accidentally discovered my gun, then even if he was involved in the murder scene, I wouldn't have lost my weapon."
"It's all his fault..."
Thinking of this, Calvados' fingers tightened slightly, and he wanted to shoot the hateful little ghost and send him to see God.
However, the guns were lost, and even if they were killed, they would not be able to get them back. If he really did this, he would only alarm the snake and alarm his real target of silence.
As a rational adult, Calvados could only take a deep breath and barely suppress the urge to shoot: tolerate. Just two students had the chance to kill them. Compared to these two guys, it is more important to complete the task and then return to Tokyo.
"What's wrong?"
Next to him, Vodka noticed the changing expression of the colleague. He curiously picked up the telescope and glanced in the direction where Calvados was looking.
Seeing the figure there, the health tea that vodka had just drunk, spit out: "Why are they again? It's so lingering!"
"..." Calvados glanced at him and tentatively said, "Isn't it that you found?"
Vodka said "Phoa!" and said, "Why am I looking for something like this? Are you feeling uncomfortable with having nothing to do?"
Calvados looked at him carefully and found that vodka's disgust and bad luck were very real: it seemed that this suspicious colleague did not want to meet those guys in the cafe.
...In other words, he should not have reported the news and disclosed his whereabouts.
Excluding his colleague's suspicion, Calvados no longer thought about it for the time being. He moved his sight to find the real mission goal.
——No matter how much inside the story behind these troubles, just shoot a shot from afar and kill that Kigaki Kokura, this annoying chain mission will be completed.
He will leave and return to Tokyo and leave all these troubles in Osaka, so that those who should be worried will be worried.
When I thought of leaving Osaka and returning to Tokyo, the air around me seemed to be sweeter.
but……
"Why didn't you see anyone?" Vodka next to him spoke out the question in Calvados's mind. It was obvious that the two of them were anxious about "complete this annoying task as soon as possible".
Realizing this, Calvados' tone was slightly relaxed: "Maybe in the house. Wait, he can't go out all day long."
The sniper must have enough patience. In this matter, Calvados is quite qualified - in previous tasks, sometimes they would squat for several months. Although no one took shifts with him this time, it was no problem to just one or two days.
For a moment, Calvados even flashed a thought: If the target would be out after these high school students left - it wasn't that they were afraid of them, but they just felt that the group of people were like bad gods, and there would be no good things when they encountered them.
Thinking of this, Calvados set up a gun and stared at it calmly.
Next to him, the other person is not so professional.
The telescope's field of vision is quite narrow, and it feels uncomfortable after watching it for a long time. Not long after, Vodka put down the telescope and started to slap the mosquitoes.
After a few beats, he suddenly felt cold behind his back. Vodka paused slightly, turned his head vigilantly, and saw someone beside him staring suspiciously.
Calvados: "Are you playing the rhythm and sending signals to the outside world?"
Vodka's fist is hard: "..." Let's give a ghost signal! I have said it eight hundred times in my heart, I, vodka, not Uzzo's accomplice!
He originally wanted to retort loudly like this. However, looking at the quiet old forest in the mountains and forests, and looking at the gun in Calvados's hand...
Vodka murmured in a low voice: "Don't there always be mosquitoes biting me... Forget it, I won't hit you anymore, you can continue to aim."
Calvados looked at him, snorted in disgust, and turned his head.
Vodka: "…?” What a hum? Are you scolding me for not being persevering? But I am not a professional sniper. I am a civilian. I am following you in the mountains and outs, and I have done my best!
While cursing in his heart, he sighed quietly:
Fortunately, I usually wear tight clothes and only have one face exposed on my body. It is difficult for mosquitoes to find a place to bite them.
While waving his hand to drive away the mosquitoes buzzing beside his head, he thought: Why don’t you wear a headband with you next time when you go out? In this way, the mosquitoes can’t even bite his head.
"No, there is no next time. I should solve the problem from the root!" Vodka suddenly came to his senses, "If you take on the task in the future, you must find out your partner in advance - a lunatic like Calvados who is easily contaminated by Uzzo, whoever likes to pick up will answer!"
Chapter completed!