Gin: What Exactly Is Guchuan Trying to Do?!

Big Rice Flower Shop.

The bald florist eyed the sneaky elementary school student suspiciously.

Could he be here to steal flowers?

"Guchuan, there doesn't seem to be anyone suspicious here," Conan whispered.

"Look more carefully. They definitely wouldn't be standing out in the open." Guchuan picked up a flower and sniffed it.

"Boss, your flowers don't smell very fragrant. They aren't fake, are they?"

The bald florist walked over with a fierce expression. One look was enough to tell he was not someone to be messed with.

"This is a legitimate business. Why would I sell you fake flowers?"

Looking at the scar on the man's face, Conan did not think he looked like any legitimate florist. And with that kind of bearing, he definitely was not an ordinary shop owner.

There was definitely something wrong with this man.

"I'll keep looking." Guchuan put down the flower.

"Guchuan, this owner doesn't seem like an ordinary person," Conan whispered after the bald florist walked away.

"Mm, keep looking for clues."

"Okay."

Conan continued secretly searching for clues, while Guchuan spotted another beautiful bouquet.

Beika Grand Hotel.

"Why hasn't Shinichi come yet?" Yukiko Kudo sat on the sofa in boredom, the television in front of her still playing a program she had appeared on before.

"I don't know either." Yusaku Kudo was also rather puzzled.

He had left so many clues. Given his son's deductive ability, he should have easily deduced "Beika Grand Hotel."

Could it be that after his son's body shrank, his IQ had dropped too?

"This station reports that a fire broke out at 'Big Rice Flower Shop.' No casualties have been reported."

As Yukiko watched television, the program suddenly cut in with this news report.

"Big Rice Flower Shop?" Yusaku's eyes widened at the news.

Since when had there been a flower shop with a name like that?

"Do you think Shinichi might have gone to that 'Big Rice Flower Shop'?" Yukiko asked.

"That's very possible."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Conan and Guchuan had just escaped from the burning flower shop, covering their mouths as they coughed.

"This fire definitely wasn't a coincidence." Conan looked grave.

"Any insights?" Guchuan asked.

"People from that organization must have been conducting some shady deal here, then set the place on fire. Look, that florist doesn't look upset at all," Conan said with certainty.

Guchuan looked toward the florist. Sure enough, the bald owner was far too calm.

"Guchuan, if we follow that owner, we'll definitely uncover clues about the organization," Conan said.

"I think you're absolutely right."

Guchuan went along with Conan's suggestion. As for the Kudo couple still waiting?

They could wait a little longer. After all, good things came to those who waited.

The florist soon left the burning shop and quietly slipped away when no one was watching. Guchuan carried Conan and followed behind him.

"Boss, someone's following me."

The bald florist spoke into the communicator at his collar.

"Take them out."

"Yes!"

The bald florist deliberately headed into a secluded alley. Before long, the three of them reached a dead end within it.

"Not bad, kid. You've got some nerve."

The bald florist pulled out a collapsible baton from his crotch and glared menacingly at Guchuan, who was carrying a child.

"You're the one with nerve."

Guchuan set Conan down and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at the bald florist.

Times had changed. What kind of criminal still carried a baton these days? Was he some street punk?

"What kind of organization are you people, exactly? And does that drug have an antidote or not?" Conan demanded, standing beside Guchuan.

The bald florist froze when he saw the pistol in Guchuan's hand. Did everyone have guns these days? He still could not believe that two kids could possess something like a pistol.

Those two brats looked underage.

"Brat, you think a fake gun can scare me?" The bald boss walked toward Guchuan, intending to deal with them.

Unhurriedly, Guchuan attached a suppressor to the pistol, then emptied the magazine.

"Guchuan!"

The moment Guchuan took out the suppressor, Conan sensed that something was wrong. By the time the gunshots rang out, it was already too late for Conan to stop him.

Guchuan tossed the pistol onto the ground. Conan and the bald boss stared at each other, both drenched in sweat.

Conan was afraid Guchuan would go to prison for shooting someone, and that killing a member of that organization would cut off their lead.

As for the bald boss, he tremblingly felt himself all over. Only after finding no holes in his body did his legs give out, and he collapsed onto the ground, looking like he had survived a disaster.

"Conan, I'm a law-abiding good person. I would never commit a crime, yet you actually thought I'd shoot him." Guchuan looked at Conan with disappointment.

My best brother actually suspected I would kill someone.

That kind of distrust was truly chilling.

"Of course I believe you," Conan said against his conscience.

He did not dare argue with Guchuan now, afraid that if Guchuan had another episode, he would take both Conan and that organization member out together.

Guchuan could be trusted in his normal state, but once he had an episode, that was another matter.

"Give him an Anesthetic Needle, then bag him up and take him away," Guchuan said to the man who could no longer stand.

"Okay."

Conan raised his hand and hit the target precisely. Guchuan found a sack in the borrowed car, skillfully slipped it over the man, then stuffed him into the trunk.

"Guchuan, why do I feel like you're really practiced at this?" Conan asked suspiciously.

"I'm a collector. I often move collectibles around." Guchuan rubbed Conan's head.

"Oh, okay."

Conan nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Guchuan sat in the car and was about to start it, but Conan stopped him.

"Wait, I'll clean up the scene."

Conan jumped out of the car, picked up the shell casings from the ground, and cleaned away the bullet marks they had left behind. After searching around with a detective's eye and finding nothing unusual, he finally got back into the car in relief.

"Detectives really are professionals." Guchuan sincerely praised Conan.

The Winery needed members like Conan the most. Once he brought down Gin and became the head of Japan's Winery, he had to find a way to lure Conan in.

"Haha." Conan laughed awkwardly. That was supposed to be praise, right?

After Guchuan drove away, Gin angrily crushed the binoculars in his hand inside a building not far away.

What the hell was that bastard Guchuan trying to do?!

At the Beika Grand Hotel, the Kudo couple was still waiting, while Professor Agasa had already fallen asleep in bed.

"Is Shinichi coming or not?!" Yukiko Kudo said impatiently.

Yusaku Kudo was also somewhat puzzled.

That should not have been possible. Several hours had already passed since the fire at Big Rice Flower Shop. After Shinichi learned that he had gone to the wrong place, he should have arrived at the Beika Grand Hotel long ago.

"Honey, how about we go look for Shinichi?"

"No, let's wait a little longer. He should be here soon."