Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 259 Sending You Two Pieces of Information

Before Ai Haibara could answer, Qi Ming, who was sitting on the ground meditating, suddenly raised his hand.

“I have the right to speak on this matter. This is poison; I’ve been poisoned to death many times.”

"You just happened to be lucky enough to shrink in size."

After saying that, Qi Ming paused for a moment, then sat down on the ground again to fiddle with the props, and then emphasized.

"Although I wanted to poison you, that doesn't change the fact that I'm your savior."

"..."

Conan's mouth twitched.

You yourself said you wanted to poison me, so why pretend to be my savior!

But what does it mean to be poisoned to death many times?

Ai Haibara rolled her eyes at Qi Ming, then continued looking down at the magazine, replying indifferently without raising her head:

"I took the medicine voluntarily. As for why I took it, perhaps it was punishment for my distrust of others."

What does it mean to punish someone for not trusting them?

Conan always felt like he was missing out on a lot of plot developments.

Instead of delving into that question, Conan turned his attention to another point of confusion in Ai Haibara's words.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier, former member of the organization?"

Just as Ai Haibara was about to answer, Qi Ming suddenly got up and came to Conan's side.

"Qi, Brother Qi Ming..."

Upon seeing Qi Ming suddenly approach, Conan broke out in a cold sweat.

what happened?

Was there something wrong with my question just now? Why did this person want to get close to me?

"Conan, this question-and-answer format won't work."

Qi Ming laughed, bent down, and rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth.

"You have to pay me. You can't expect a girl to answer every question you ask. Do you think she's some kind of Google?"

Conan was speechless for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I had broken some taboo, but it turns out it was just this.

Conan has almost gotten used to Qi Ming's constant targeting of him.

I'm used to it, but I don't understand it.

But when it comes to compensation, it's usually money, right?

Conan felt in his pocket and took out his wallet.

However, before he could even take out his money, Qi Ming had already snatched it away.

"Bring it to you!"

After taking all the cash out, Qi Ming was about to throw the wallet, which now only contained cards and identification documents, back when he suddenly froze.

Then Qi Ming extended his hand to Conan and said, feigning confusion:

"I found your ID, you should at least give me some reward for my trouble, right?"

"..."

What a scoundrel! This guy is a damn scoundrel!

"No, I'll owe you for now."

"Okay, I'll write you an IOU."

"it is good……"

Conan, his face darkening, took the paper and pen Qi Ming handed him and wrote down an IOU.

Qi Ming turned around, flicked the banknotes in his hand at Ai Haibara, and laughed:

"I just let you chat, I didn't say you had to answer."

"You need to be paid to answer questions. You should learn from this."

"..."

Ai Haibara rolled her eyes at Qi Ming, her bright eyes darting around. Imitating what Qi Ming had done to Conan before, she stretched out her small hand to Qi Ming and smiled:

"That money is mine. I was the one answering the question, not you. Give it back to me."

Qi Ming raised an eyebrow, ignored it, put the money into his backpack, and sat back down on the ground.

"What do you, a child, need money for? I'll keep it safe for you."

“...scoundrel.”

Conan waited for the two to finish playing around before continuing to ask Ai Haibara a question.

"Now can you tell me? What do you mean by 'formerly belonging to an organization'? Does that organization mean you can just join and leave as you please?"

Seeing Conan's eagerness, Ai Haibara raised an eyebrow, her outstretched hand still extended, before turning back to Conan.

"If you don't get paid, then we won't talk."

Conan's expression froze.

"Didn't I already give it to you?"

"Hmm, but the money hasn't reached my hands yet."

"..."

How can those two be so annoying!

Left with no other choice, Conan had to ask for an IOU again.

"Brother Qi Ming, could I use the pen and paper again?"

At this moment, the steel in front of Qi Ming had transformed into a smart submachine gun. Hearing Conan speak, he turned around and smiled calmly.

"No, unless you buy it."

"..."

Conan eventually gave in.

This chat feels like it hasn't even officially started yet, but I've already lost all my possessions and even signed three unjust IOUs.

It’s frustrating, so frustrating.

“I have defected from the organization, and they are now issuing a warrant for my arrest.”

Ai Haibara casually replied, putting the IOU back into her pocket.

Conan's pupils shrank slightly.

He defected?

Then, Conan immediately looked at Qi Ming.

Qi Ming is a member of the organization, right? If that's the case, why didn't he do anything even though he knew Ai Haibara's identity?

He was aware of his own identity, to be honest.

But to this day, Conan still doesn't understand why Qi Ming didn't take action against him.

However, compared to the reason for not attacking him, Qi Ming's reason for not attacking Ai Haibara is easier to understand.

Conan suddenly had a guess in his mind and turned to ask:

"Brother Qi Ming, could it be that you actually also..."

"Hey, stop! Don't slander me."

Before Conan could even begin to smear him, Qi Ming had already raised his head with a righteous and awe-inspiring air.

"Was I a defector from an organization? I just liked him because he was good-looking."

Ai Haibara's hand holding the magazine trembled slightly, then she raised her wrist to cover her slightly flushed cheeks.

Conan's attention was always on the two of them, and he also caught a glimpse of the blush on Ai Haibara's cheek as she covered her head.

Are you openly showing off your affection in front of me?

In an instant, Conan's expression turned somewhat strange again.

Could it be that this is the reason why he didn't tell the organization about my existence?

I remember Qi Ming saying something like "Little Nan Niang" to me back then.

Conan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Oh, by the way, I have two more pieces of information here. Do you want them?"

Qi Ming said to Conan, then threw the gun back into his backpack. He had already figured out what he would do when Shuichi Akai and Gin were sniping at each other.

Conan was taken aback.

Two intelligence reports?

"You don't... want payment, do you?"

Qi Ming glared at Conan with disdain.

"Originally I didn't want to, but now that you've said that, I'm thinking about it."

"No, no, no, what information does Brother Qi Ming have? Can you tell me?"

Conan's face instantly lit up with a smile.

Qi Ming was too lazy to say more, and simply held up his finger and said:

"Do you remember that twin-tower skyscraper we saw outside the overpass today?"

"Our organization's ace sniper is going to have a showdown with the FBI's one-eyed dead sniper."

Conan lowered his head upon hearing this.

Ace Sniper and the FBI's One-Eyed Ace Sniper?

Putting aside the question of who the organization's ace sniper is, why would the FBI go against the organization?

What did Qi Ming mean by telling me this information?

Now that he knows about this, he can just call the police...

Conan's thoughts suddenly stopped.

OK?

Does this seem unlikely?