"Well, no problem, you can go!"
Having confirmed that there was only one adult and a child in the car, Yamamura was relieved and planned to let them pass.
At this moment, Senichi, who had activated his super-smell and confirmed that the vehicle behind was indeed the target vehicle, began his performance.
"Huh?" With a puzzled look, Senichi stretched his head out of the car window and said, "Do you smell any blood?"
"Huh?" Yamamura was stunned upon hearing Senichi's words and then shook his head with a smile. "Impossible! There's no blood smell. It's freezing out here, and all you can smell is the scent of snow."
Senichi couldn't help but have black lines after hearing his response and felt that this "shame of the detectives" in Detective Conan world was really lacking in vigilance.
Usually, when a detective hears someone say this, they might not immediately believe it, but they would at least ask some questions or show some doubt. They wouldn't just deny it outright.
In desperation, Senichi endured the complaints in his heart. He pretended to be a little angry after being doubted and pointed to the vehicle behind, and said, "But I did smell it! Although I don't have the nose of that 'famous police detective' from Tokyo, I have a much more sensitive nose than an average person!"
Senichi solemnly patted his chest and said, "There's a smell of blood in that car! Check it thoroughly, including the trunk! Don't let anything pass!!"
Hearing Senichi's confident words, Yamamura took a few steps towards the vehicle behind doubtfully, and then saw the young man and woman in the car.
Through Senichi's almost blatant hint, Yamamura suddenly remembered that the gem robbers were three people.
Now there was a man and a woman, and one of the criminals was injured. If they were hiding in the trunk...
Thinking of this, Yamamura's expression changed drastically. However, being a detective, he knew he couldn't alert the suspects, so he quietly exchanged information with his colleagues around him.
Later, facing the detective's request to check the trunk, the two criminals immediately changed their expressions and prepared to drive away.
But the road ahead was blocked by Senichi, and the best escape route was to reverse.
However, the prepared detectives wouldn't allow the criminals to have this reaction. They immediately controlled the man in the driver's seat through the car window.
They subdue the woman criminal in the back seat and the trunk was opened, under the "gaze" of numerous gun barrels the alerted criminal also obediently surrendered.
"Hey! Thank you so much!"
Seeing that the three robbers were caught, Yamamura finally remembered to thank the man who had reminded him earlier. However, when he turned his head to look ahead, there was no trace of the car.
"They actually left." Yamamura scratched his head. "I was planning to report it and have the police station reward them to show our appreciation."
Senichi, of course, wasn't interested in such rewards. Staying behind would inevitably lead to entanglement with them and waste too much of their time.
So, Senichi drove away after seeing the criminals subdued.
This time, the speed of the car clearly increased significantly.
"It's really too coincidental." Looking at the road check that had long disappeared in the distance, Conan twisted his body from the front passenger seat and complained, "The criminals encountered you, they really had incredibly bad luck."
"Well... they just happened to have an injured accomplice in the trunk." Senichi looked ahead and said, "I smelled it as soon as I rolled down the window. It's hard not to notice."
"Such a convenient nose."
Conan mumbled vaguely, but Senichi still heard the emotion in it and couldn't help but smile. "Envious?"
"How is that possible!" Conan, as if stung on the buttocks, almost jumped up, "What you have is just the 'evil path.' I aspire to be a great detective like Holmes!"
"Hehe... just focus on being the 'Holmes of the Heisei era.'"
Senichi casually began to accelerate with a playful smile on his face. "As for me, I will become an existence that surpasses Holmes."
With the roar of the engine, the car accelerated again.
And, the car interior echoed with Conan's faint roar.
"Holmes... is... not... be... surpassed..."
As the cold wind blew by, the intermittent shouting subsided, leaving only the constant rumble of the engine on the road.
...
Tokyo at four in the morning appeared very silent.
At this moment, people were enjoying sweet dreams in their warm beds. The entire city seemed to have fallen into a winter slumber and appeared exceptionally desolate.
Darkness was the only theme in the city at this moment with the sound of tires rolling over accumulated snow.
"It's almost time."
Vodka checked his watch and immediately took out his phone, "Keep an eye on the surroundings of the station for me. Don't let that mouse slip away."
Vodka, who had long planned to complete the deal and kill Itakura, naturally wouldn't take it lightly.
After finishing the call with "Itakura," Vodka remained vigilant with murderous intent and expected the possibility that Itakura might call the police. So he called in a large number of personnel to guard the area.
After hanging up the phone, Vodka took a flashlight and descended the stairs into the underground station. He arrived at the storage locker at the designated meeting point.
"Tsk..."
Vodka used the flashlight to scan around and muttered impatiently when he saw no one "That guy Itakura... still hasn't shown up..."
As Vodka looked towards the "0032" locker at the meeting point, he noticed something wedged on the door.
"Hmm?"
Vodka shone the flashlight, revealing the content of the paper. "A check? Is this the reward we promised to give that guy, Itakura?"
He opened the locker and a disc was quietly placed inside.
"Ugh!"
Vodka spat out the cigarette from his mouth and said discontentedly, "Didn't expect that idiot to be so timid, leaving the stuff behind and running off without taking the money..."
Vodka called his subordinates outside, "Yeah, it's me. Itakura is probably still around. Search carefully for me!"
"What? There are only four or five drunkards around? How is that possible? Search more carefully for me!"
Vodka shouted into the phone with an unsatisfied tone. However, the next moment, the touch from the back of his hat made Vodka's body stiff and he did not dare to make any movements.
"What are you doing..." Gin coldly spoke with a hint of threat while holding a Beretta M92F pistol in his left hand.
"B-Boss?"
Vodka turned around after hearing Gin's voice from behind, but the next moment, an icy muzzle was pressed against his jaw.
Gin's eyes carried a fierce intent. "The agreed-upon transaction time is tomorrow night, isn't it?"
"Yes... that guy said tomorrow is inconvenient, so I moved the time forward..." Vodka hastily explained.
Although it was already a snowy late night, sweat unknowingly dripped from Vodka's forehead facing the immense pressure brought by Gin.