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Chapter 228 Qin-chan, you are injured

After glancing at the little pervert, Gin pointed the gun at Shirley's head, and when he was about to pull the trigger, an anesthetic needle shot him in the shoulder.

Conan, who was hiding behind the door, took advantage of the fact that their attention was drawn and immediately used the voice changer to let Shirley leave through the chimney.

Bertrand took a look at Shirley who fell down, his face calmed for a moment, and then the expression on his face turned into a smile that seemed both bright and crazy.

He walked towards the door step by step, took out a mace from his bag, and said in a childish voice full of evil excitement, "Oh my God~ There's actually a little mouse who wants to play hide-and-seek with me~"

Conan:! ! !

That lunatic is here too!!

"Hehe~ You didn't know? You asked her to leave through the chimney~ But in fact~ there is someone waiting for her there~"

The excited little madman swung his mace and smashed it against the door.

Gin, who had shot himself in the arm to prevent himself from falling asleep, looked towards the door with cold eyes.

Hearing Bertrand's words, Conan's pupils trembled, and he thought to himself that something was wrong, and then he hurriedly left.

After taking a look at the Corgi that had disappeared, Bertrand knocked on the wall next to him with his mace, with a hint of mischief on his face.

After stuffing the mace back into the bag, he ran back to Gin with excitement, stared at his injured arm, and even poked it with his hand, "Wow~ Gin-chan~ You're injured~"

Gin: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go get rid of Shirley and Pisk."

"Oh."

Bertrand followed them off the roof with his hands behind his back.

And inside the wine cellar.

Shirley, who fell from the chimney into the fireplace, saw a pair of shoes in front of her. Her pupils shrank slightly, and then she smiled bitterly silently.

As expected, she had no way of escaping from this organization...

The 'controlled' Asti bent down and pulled her out of the fireplace. He pinched her neck with one hand and gently touched her face with the other hand. He said in a strange voice, "What a perfect face, like a product carefully designed and dressed by the Creator..."

Shirley narrowed her eyes into slits, and could only vaguely see the person in front of her was enveloped in darkness.

Then, she felt a sharp pain in her body.

She is about to turn back into a child!

Bechfinger:!

Ahhh, this is not good! Hold on, Miyano Shiho!

But it's not like she can hold on just because she wants to!

Soon, Shirley turned back into a child, and at this time, Pisk appeared.

Asti turned his head and looked over with a gray bar in his hand, saying in a cold tone, "You are so late. It took so much time for such a small matter."

"Astee?" Pisk frowned, "Why are you here?"

Asti sneered, "Instead of worrying about why I'm here, you might as well think about why you're going to die later."

While the two of them were confronting each other, Conan was secretly looking for an opportunity to rescue Haibara Ai from Asti.

"Ah, there's another little devil here, Pisk."

There was a hint of amusement in Asti's strange tone.

what?

This thought occurred to Pisk and Conan at the same time.

Pisk turned his head and looked behind him, raised the gun in his hand and began to search in the wine cellar.

This is not a solution, so Conan simply turns on the voice changer to confuse the audience.