Detective Conan: Yan Shuangying Takes Over, and the Liquor Factory Is Scared Stiff

"He's here."

From that day on, Beika Town had a new rule: don't commit crimes in the dark, because there's a ghost in the dark.

The night the Black Organization's hideout was uprooted, Gin was still on his way. All he could hear through the phone were screams and gunshots. Vodka's hands shook violently. "Big brother, that guy jumped from the third floor on a wave of explosive force... He's not human!"

Gin expressionlessly clicked off the safety, experiencing for the first time the thought that he didn't want to face someone head-on.

"I'll bet you a silver dollar your gun's out of bullets."

Once those words spread, every criminal began having the same nightmare: black clothes, sunglasses, twin pistols, and that maddeningly calm face.

The Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era is still solving cases. The Yan Shuangying of the Heisei era has already drawn his twin pistols and started clearing house.

Conan: "This guy's whole vibe is on a completely different channel from Beika Town!"

Gin: "...Vodka, turn around."

In this city, good people don't necessarily die, and bad people don't necessarily die. But anyone stupid enough to pull a gun in front of Yan Shuangying is sure to die.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.