Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Izaru didn't go to the boss for a few days, he stayed in Jianggutian Town for a while, concentrating on enlightening Liu Jijunyi.

He accompanies him to watch movies or play games at night. If he is late, he will not go back to the pre-booked homestay. He will make a floor under his bed, or go out to have a late-night snack together secretly before going back;

During the daytime, he accompanied him to several orphanages in Ekoda Town—due to the surge in homicides in recent years, the orphanages were doing well and even opened branches—to find the boy who was not adopted by relatives and could only be sent to the orphanage. whereabouts.

Yi Zerun knew exactly where Jing Baiye was, who his current guardian was, and his current contact information on his mobile phone, but he still went around with his friends.

As Jerez Brandy, he keeps his mouth shut about everything he knows; as Izerun, he accompanies his friends to do all the silly things.

...

Izaru, who was standing in the shade with his back to the tree, took off his baseball cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He watched Liu Jishun speak to the dean at the door, and quietly took out his mobile phone, which was the specific address sent to him by Belmod.

[…It was an orphanage on the edge of Egutian Town. He was sent there by the police on May 15th. I found someone to go through the adoption procedures on June 20th. ——Vermouth]

【Got it, thank you. ——Jerez]

Izorun is not surprised why Belmod asked Jing Baiye to go to the orphanage for a period of time. "Accidental disappearance of children" is more eye-catching than "children who are sent to orphanages after losing their parents and are adopted by kind people", and the organization will also Use normal means to reduce unnecessary trouble.

[You come to the BOSS once in the afternoon, and you need to deal with the bodies of those guys. ——Vermouth]

【OK. ——Jerez]

Izorun deleted the email, put on his baseball cap again, and watched his friend come back, wondering what excuse to leave, and where and when it would be better to throw the body.

As a result, before he could speak first, Liu Jishunyi suddenly said, "Are you busy?"

"Well, an acquaintance is looking for me." Yi Zerun put the phone back in his pocket.

Liu Jishun suddenly glanced at him.

——With those eyes, Izaru seems to have seen again the excellent police academy student who listened carefully to the police academy and could capture every detail of the case.

Yi Zerun was instantly alert, while Liu Jishun just smiled, then stopped looking at him, raised his hand and stroked the trunk of the big tree he was leaning against.

"I'm not a child, I don't need others to accompany you all the time... go and do your business." He said calmly.

Only then did Izaru realize that he was leaning on a cherry tree that had long passed its flowering period.

...

Yizerun went to the villa to find the boss, and checked the corpses of those unlucky ghosts by the way.

Retaining complete vision and hearing, he was shot several times but none of them hit the key points, and there are signs of being treated to stop the bleeding. In addition to this, they were injected with a large amount of amphetamines to ensure that they were conscious until the last second of the end of their lives.

...Isn't this much more ruthless than gin's blowing a single shot? The next generation of the organization is terrible.

Izaru sighed, poked the blood hole of a finger on a corpse with his gloved hand, and then bent his finger and flicked it mischievously.

Ordinary pistols can easily break people's fingers, but the bullet is still in the corpse, right in the middle of the phalanx... Is it a modified pistol and special bullets?

Izorun took off his gloves and threw them in and burned them when he passed the crematorium. He wanted to talk to Gin about life. He just saw his Porsche in the parking lot.

Gin is usually very busy, he works a lot of overtime, and none of the other code-named members of the organization are like him in 996 or even 007.

In the eyes of Jun Izawa, he brought it on himself - in the first mission when Gin was given the code name at the age of fourteen, he blew up a building funded by the Karasuma Group with a bomb. The boss was not angry, he just asked him to work more overtime and deduct 10% of each task as the punishment for bombing the building that year, and slowly compensated him.

But BOSS never seemed to tell Jin Jiu the real reason why he worked overtime. Jin Jiu himself always thought that was because BOSS valued him... Sure enough, ignorance is happiness.

Yi Zerun came to the boss's office. He knew that Jinjiu must be nearby, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the boss's voice inside.

His footsteps stopped, and people were stunned there.

BOSS is actually singing?

Rarely did Izerun not knock on the door, he boldly opened the door of the office directly, and the BOSS's voice reached his ears more clearly.

"God's grace, so sweet. My sins are forgiven..."

The temperature of the air conditioner in the boss's office was even lower, and Yi Zerun saw him standing by the sofa, covering Jing Baiye lying on it with his coat.

He looked gentle, watching the expression of the child on the sofa, like a lonely old man who rarely sees his beloved grandson.

"I have gone through all the hardships and hardships. I have to get through it today..."

His voice was clear and sweet, with an irresistible tenderness, and he reached out and stroked the sleepy boy's head lightly.

"By this grace, give me peace. Lead me to my home after all..."

Izaruon on the side was fascinated, and the whole person was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. He had no interest in music, and never thought that human singing could have such magical power, as if the soul was washed and shocked.

At the end of the song, Ize Run was still unfinished, the boss looked at him, his eyes were different from usual, it was a kind of joy to see the old man.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He smiled at him, in French.

Izaru was stunned when he understood, they had only met not long ago, and he actually used French, could it be...

"Put away your ridiculous expression, Jerez. It's dusk."

It wasn't until the gin came out that Izarun realized that he was sitting on the sofa. He was so immersed in the singing just now that he didn't notice his existence at all.

Jinjiu was sitting next to Jing Baiye, and it was rare that he didn't smoke, even...

"..."

Yi Zerun looked at Jing Baiye's long silver hair under his head, and at Jin Jiu's unresponsive expression, his expression became quite subtle.

Perhaps annoyed by the look in his eyes, Qin Jiu's eyes froze, and he suddenly stood up. The pinched hair fluttered with his movements, almost knocking Jing Baiye, who was sleeping on it, off the sofa.

Yi Zerun quickly supported Jing Baiye with his eyes and hands, carried Jing Baiye back to the sofa, and took a cushion and stuffed it under his head.

He couldn't help looking at him a few more times, the movement of the gin didn't wake him up, he fell asleep quietly.

Although he was a little devil who asked him to help dispose of the corpse, he looked like a harmless angel now.

Yi Zerun looked at Jing Baiye's sleeping face and couldn't help reaching out.

——However, he only stretched his hand halfway, and before he touched the other's cheek, he was suddenly clasped by a hand stretched out beside him.

Gin, who was holding his hand, sneered and lowered the volume: "Are you busy?"

"Not at all idle." Yi Zerun pushed his glasses with his other hand, "You're just working overtime, but I have three jobs, so I'm much busier than you."

"That's what you asked for." Gin sneered, "If you don't work hard, I will let you rest forever."

... Gin, you paid so much overtime for yourself, and my salary is higher than yours, and I haven't been deducted 10% as compensation.

Izaru slapped him unceremoniously in his heart, and just said "oh".

...

A week after Izerun dumped his body, he was busy at the National Police Agency and received an email from the organization.

——Assist Gin to blow up Jing Baiye's past home.

Yi Zerun didn't understand the meaning of this task. Jing Baiye's house was rented, and the landlord had cleaned it up after he was sent to the orphanage. Now he lives in someone else's house, and he has no traces there.

He sighed, but the mission was outrageous, and he had to perform it well if he was given it.

Yi Zerun remembered the email that Liu Jishun sent him a few days ago, and bought a travel ticket for five people the day before yesterday. Because other relatives were busy, he invited Liu Ji and his wife next door. travel together.

So what he has to do is to leave Liu Jishun who stayed at home.

——Liu Jishun completely gave up being a policeman and planned to retake the senior high school entrance examination for university. He signed up for several cram schools, and has been madly supplementing high school courses during the summer vacation.

Izaru touched his hairline distressedly. While applying to his boss not to work overtime today, he sent an email to Liu Jishunyi, saying that he would go to Egutian Town tonight and asked him if he would like to meet at an izakaya for dinner.

Liu Jishunyi quickly sent a reply, with only one word: [Okay. 】

Yi Zerun breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the organization to pay too much attention to Liu Jishunyi. The organization had to destroy Jing Baiye's past home, and maybe also planned to kill his past acquaintances...

He met Liu Jishunyi when he was undercover, but he really regarded him as a friend and didn't want him to die.

Izaru got off work on time and arrived at the appointed place ten minutes in advance—on a bridge with people coming and going, and the izakaya was on the commercial street across from the bridge.

He leaned quietly by the bridge, his elbows resting on the bridge railing, behind him was the endless stream of people, and in front of him was the quietly flowing river. There he met another acquaintance before waiting for his friend.

"Hey, long time no see."

A figure stood beside him, leaning back against the bridge railing in a dashing pose, like an ordinary tourist who stopped to take pictures.

Izeron recognized him. This was his predecessor, Friedman, who went undercover in the second year of the boss's reign.

He didn't look at him long enough that no one nearby would notice them, and said in a volume only two people could hear: "Why are you in Japan?"

"Is it a rare thing for me to appear in Japan as a US military?"

"..."

Yi Zerun silently pushed down his glasses. He didn't have any troubles in his heart. It is estimated that some more patriotic people would get hard when they heard it... Although he was telling the truth.

He didn't want to continue the topic: "What shall I call you now?"

"I didn't change my name."

Yi Zerun knew that he used his real name to go undercover like him: "I'm not asking this, I'm asking you... What kind of wine do you prefer."

In theory, the identity of the undercover agent should be strictly kept secret. In fact, there are many people in the organization who know that Friedman went undercover, so it should be no problem to ask the code name.

"It's useless for now." Friedman finished after a while and added: "I refused. I don't want to be given a code name when I don't have any credit... Is that one over there your good friend? He Seems to notice we're talking, I heard Gin say, he seems like a cop?"

Noticing Liu Jishunyi's appearance, Yi Zerun clenched his hand on the bridge involuntarily, and said in a steady tone, "No, he's just a repeat student in the third year of high school."

Friedman noticed his clenched hand and gave a low sneer: "Are you still playing your friends game?"

Izuru finally looked at him: "That's not a game."

He regards himself as a trivial ordinary player in the earth online - a mediocre start, no anger and no kryptonite, calm, all depends on the destiny - his attitude towards undercover missions is very Buddhist, but his friends list is full of him People who really care and want to protect.

Friedman glanced at him one last time, and left with a smile, Liu Jishun walked over quickly.

"What's up with that guy?"

"It's just an American who came to ask for directions." Yi Zerun said in a calm tone, "Let's go, that pub is very popular, and if you go late, you won't have a seat."

Liu Jishun nodded, with a hesitant expression on his face, making Izerun stop walking, who wanted to lift his feet and leave.

"What's wrong?"

"...I have something I want to ask you." Liu Jishun must look at him, "After dinner, chat with me, okay?"

Surrounded by people coming and going, Izerun felt that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

"……it is good."

After a while, he nodded.

...

Ize Run felt that people should not talk too much, otherwise they would be easily slapped in the face.

——Like Friedman, he was the one who laughed at him for playing friend games and dismissed friendship a few years ago. Now, because of the guilt of killing his friend, he is the one who rejected the BOSS code name again.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche with gin, Izaru took off his glasses and yawned.

Gin, who went to the United States with Shirley, the guardian, temporarily returned with Friedman because of the mission, glanced at him disgustingly: "It's hard to imagine that a person like you has not been exposed until now."

At this time, Izaru was twenty-five years old, and he had been promoted and raised in the organization, the Kaiju and the National Police Agency.

"...Actually, I'm also curious."

Early exposure, early running, early running and early rest, Yi Zerun sighed and touched his hairline distressedly. The life of a triple undercover agent is too embarrassing for him, an ordinary person.

He thought of the email he received half a year ago: "Bai Ye... It's time to call him 'Angstra', is he okay in France? Is Xi not used to performing tasks?"

"He works more seriously than you." Gin sneered.

Izorun felt that his temper was worse than a few years ago: "By the way, I heard Belmode say that she finally gave you..."

boom--!

The silencer can suppress the sound of gunfire, but it cannot cover up the sound of things being hit~www.NovelMTL.com~ The bullet shot from Beretta flew out of the half-opened car window and hit a tree not far away.

Nearly getting a headshot, Izaru sighed at Gin's irritable temper, and then slowly slid back into place from under the seat—there wasn't enough space in the car, and there wasn't much room for him to hide from bullets.

He straightened the pair of unprescribed glasses like a normal person: "When will Angstra go back to Japan?"

"It's hard to say, he gets along well with his partner Panno, likes him very much, and won't be willing to come back in a short time."

This was expected by Izuru, and Belmod showed him the photo of the French member Panno.

He is very handsome, a mixed-race Asian, with natural blond hair, a sunny and healthy wheat color, and a pair of drooping eyes that seem to be docile... It's a bit like what he heard from a female police officer in the police department. male?

"How is your mission?" Gin asked coldly.

Izaru sighed: "I was near the police station, and I saw a person suspected of Japanese whisky meeting a certain public security police... Not sure, because the distance is a bit far, you need to go closer to verify."

"...Undercover is such a bunch of nasty mice." Gin snorted coldly and took back Beretta.

Yi Zerun looked at him speechlessly: "...Ginjiu, I'm also an undercover agent, please respect the profession of undercover agent, it's really hard work."

Jin Jiu glanced at him with a cold smile: "If you feel tired, I can let you rest forever."

Izaru didn't hear this sentence: "The foundation of the organization is in Japan. It's not surprising that there are Japanese police undercover agents. Even if you kill Japanese whisky, there may be a second, third... or even more undercover agents. ."

"Then kill one by one." Jin Jiu sneered, "It is impossible for a weak firefly to burn up the darkness."