Conan: Yan Shuangying Is Possessed, and the Winery Is Scared to Death

"He's arrived." From now on, Mika Town has an additional rule - don't do evil in the dark, because there are ghosts in the dark. On the night when the black organization's stronghold was uprooted, Gin was still on the road, and there were only screams and gunshots on the other end of the phone. Vodka's hands were shaking violently: "Brother, that guy jumped from the third floor on the explosive air wave... He is not a human!" Gin expressionlessly pulled on the insurance policy, and for the first time in his life, he had the thought of not wanting to confront someone head-on. "I'll bet you a silver dollar that your gun is empty." After this word spread, all the criminals began to have the same nightmare - black clothes, sunglasses, double guns, and that calm face that makes people crazy. Holmes in the Heisei era was still investigating the case. The Yan Shuangying of the Heisei era had already begun to clear the scene with two guns in hand. Conan: "This guy's style of painting is completely different from that of Yoneka Town!" Gin: "... Vodka, turn around." In this city, good people may not die, and bad people may not die—but those who are stupid enough to dare to use a gun in front of Yan Shuangying will definitely die. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.