Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

At the entrance of the Chinese restaurant on the sixth floor, Takashi Fujioka watched as one of the targets left with the girl radiating chills all over, raised his hand and tapped twice on the earphones.

He had already made two preparations for this operation. First, if the two stayed together, they would be taken away in one wave; secondly, if the two were separated, then let the other people on standby catch the boy.

Snake's information clearly stated that the Karasuma Group did not bring bodyguards, and another member who got on board in advance as a photographer also said that they did not see security personnel beside them at the banquet last night.

There is no bodyguard, but there is a babysitter. As expected of the young master of the consortium, someone needs to wait for him to wear clothes.

However, this is a good thing for the task. It means that the boy is relatively delicate and has no force value, so it is easy to tie it up... There is no problem with the young master, and now it is time to prepare and kidnap the older one.

Takashi Fujioka stroked the pistol hidden in his waist, and looked at the chairman of the Karasuma Group, who had his back turned to him.

The man seemed ignorant of the impending crisis.

Thinking that this big man who has stood in the upper class for many years will show an expression of surprise and even fear in the future, Fujioka Takamichi has a twisted excitement in his heart.

Although he didn't offend him, and it was not bad in the public opinion, it didn't prevent him from being happy when he saw these people fall into the clouds.

It wasn't until the back of the young man was completely invisible that the chairman of Karasuma Group took his eyes back. Those red eyes were fixed on Fujioka Takamichi, and he said, "Where are you going to interview?"

Fujioka Takashi immediately stopped YY in his head, and glanced at a closed door not far away.

"There's an empty conference room just ahead."

…

The cruise ship continues to sail smoothly.

As soon as he entered the conference room, Fujioka Takashi couldn't help but be stunned.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows not far away, he actually saw fireworks being set off outside.

The gorgeous fireworks were extremely eye-catching in the night sky. Even if the lights were not turned on, the position by the window was still brightly lit. He saw a black dragon ornament on the low table in front of the window.

The name of the ship is Nidhogg, which was taken from the mythical dragon that symbolizes disaster and despair. Not only did the Suzuki Group not dislike the unlucky, but it was carefully arranged so that such decorations could be seen everywhere on the ship.

I don't know if it was a matter of angle, but Fujioka Takashi stood at the door and looked in. He always felt that the giant dragon looked more like a crow with its wings retracted, and those red eyes were staring at him.

He murmured in his heart, and without thinking much, he fumbled to turn on the light.

The room was suddenly bright.

There was a clock on the opposite wall. Takashi Fujioka looked up to see the time. It was exactly 6:30, 10 minutes before the explosion.

The two sat down on the sofa by the window. The fake reporter sat upright, and pretended to take out his notebook and pen.

This kind of interview is actually very informal, but it doesn't matter, he is just here to delay the time. The organization originally planned to use the virus to cause riots, but Snake said that there were a lot of public security on the ship. One or two people would only be quarantined if they were infected, and the whole ship could not be chaotic, so they chose the second, more violent method.

Many police officers disguised themselves as ordinary tourists, and Fujioka Takamichi was not sure if there was any in the restaurant next door—when he went to talk to him, he felt several people looking at him—if there was too much noise here, those police dogs would easily find something unusual.

So it's safest to wait until the explosion.

"Mr. Crowe."

Fujioka Takamichi cleared his throat, restrained his malice, and put himself into the role of a reporter: "You haven't shown your face in front of the public for the past 14 years, even if a long-term business partner held a banquet, you have never participated in it, Why did you suddenly accept an invitation from the Suzuki Group?"

"There's no reason, just come out when you think of it."

Crowe sat casually leaning there. He paused and added: "If there is any reason, it is that there will be a feast I like on the cruise tonight."

feast?

Fujioka Takamichi recalled the schedule, and the manual stated that there was only the jewelry exhibition of the Suzuki Group tonight, and there were no other banquets at all.

...Could it be some kind of secret banquet held by these rich people that cannot be made public?

As a member of a criminal organization, Fujioka Takamichi most of the organization's targets are all kinds of gems. He has come into contact with many rich people, and he knows that many of them look at their sanctimonious appearances, but they actually have a habit of being shameful.

He thoughtfully did not ask in detail, and opened a new question: "How did you become the chairman of Karasuma Group?"

"Why do you want to ask this?"

Chloe's voice was calm, and Fujioka Takashi listened to his tone carefully, and did not hear any anger of being probed into his privacy.

"Forgive me, because you seem to have no blood relationship with the previous chairman, nor did you see a lady accompanying you..."

The inheritance of the company is generally given to the children. If the daughter has no ambitions and just wants to be a rich lady who enjoys happiness, it will be inherited by the son-in-law who has entered the family. This kind of son-in-law is not uncommon in Japan.

But the surname of the man in front of him was Chloe—although he was also a crow, but he wasn't Karasuma.

"Because I raised his daughter."

Clow gave an unexpected answer.

"The former chairman was busy conducting various drug experiments and left his daughter in the laboratory, only occasionally asking about her medication status. The laboratory staff would not take care of the children, and I had been accidentally raised before, so I was selected. to take care of his last daughter."

"...?"

Takashi Fujioka's hand holding the pen stopped.

This is a male mother... The nanny's top record?

And the former chairman was also raised to death children? Modern times are not ancient times with poor medical conditions. How can children die when they are well raised? If one died, it could be an unfortunate accident, but these were several lost together... Is it an illegitimate child and a mother strangling each other? Or does the Karasuma family have some serious congenital disease?

A number of court drama **** plots appeared in Fujioka Takamichi's mind.

"Then did you work in medicine, or did you have any pharmaceutical company at home, before you became... ahem, raising his daughter for him?"

The man in front of him has been the chairman for nearly fourteen years, and the Karasuma Group has grown so strong under his hands, he doesn't believe that he was an ordinary person before.

"I come from a musical family. No one in my family is in business. Before I joined the Karasuma Group, I was very poor. I couldn't even pay for the medical expenses of my biological daughter. I had to sell my last violin."

"But even if she sells everything she can and sells herself, she won't be able to save her life in the end."

Chloe's tone was light, and after he finished speaking, he looked up at the fireworks outside.

Fujioka Takamichi frowned, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

This is obviously a tragedy, and the person in front of him, when he mentions it, his voice is so calm as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

…is it taking so long that the pain has been healed?

Fujioka Takamichi suddenly remembered that the Karasuma Group has been producing and selling various cheap life-saving medicines since 14 years ago.

Did he do this for this unfortunate daughter?

-Because my daughter once couldn't afford to be sick and died, after I became the chairman of a pharmaceutical company, I began to vigorously promote cheap drugs to help those who were in the same situation as myself in the past.

Fujioka Takamichi opened his mind again.

"Boom."

There was a sound of a heavy object falling from his earphones, which made him regain his senses.

...It seems that the wave of people who attacked the young master succeeded?

Takashi Fujioka didn't touch the earphone, and even if there was no sound from the other side, he didn't open his mouth to ask - there was a bigger target sitting opposite him.

Chloe looked up at the fireworks, the colorful light shining on his face, making his expression look softer.

He still doesn't seem to know anything.

"I'm sorry to touch on your sadness... May I ask if you encountered any difficulties in the process of taking over the group?"

"There was one point when I first took office."

Crow retracted his gaze and raised his hand to touch the black dragon ornament on the table.

His fingers brushed the lifelikely carved scales, along the wings, slowly stroking its body.

"There are always some former diehards who feel that I am not the rightful heir, are very disobedient to my orders, and want to push me down and take their place."

"Then what?" Fujioka Takashi asked with interest.

"I fired them, along with all their family and friends."

"It was a bit noisy at the time, but fortunately, the others obeyed after that. They respected me, trusted me, obeyed me, knelt at my feet, and offered all their loyalty to me..."

"I'll never hear a voice against me any more."

Crowe smiled softly.

His fingers touched one of the black dragon's eyeballs. His complexion was quite pale, and his bloodless fingers were attached to the round stone, which made it so red that it seemed to drip blood.

A coolness silently climbed up Fujioka Takashi's back. He didn't feel any malice or murderous intent, and suddenly shivered.

He raised his head suddenly and saw that the surrounding windows were completely closed, the coolness was inexplicable.

Takashi Fujioka ignored this strange feeling, he estimated the time, and asked the last few questions: "In the recently updated rich list, you have become the richest man in Japan for several consecutive years with a personal worth of 88.8 billion US dollars. You How do you feel about that?"

As long as the drug prices of the Karasuma Group increase again, the value of the man in front of him can increase again, and it is not a problem to become the world's number one.

After all, no one can live with their own life. From ancient times to the present, from kings to beggars, from the richest man to slum children, who will not get sick? Which does not require medication?

Hearing this question, the smile on Chloe's face disappeared.

"I don't think so. I'm not interested in money. I've never cared about it. If you didn't remind me, I wouldn't even know how much I am worth now."

He sighed softly, his appearance made Fujioka Takashi think of Snake for some reason.

Without waiting for the zoo member codenamed Kate to think about it, the chairman of Karasuma Group continued-

"I used to like making money very much, and I would spend every penny carefully... Now I have a new pursuit, and no amount of money is a rigid number for me."

"Seeing the financial statement sent by the group at the end of each year, the figures on it just make me sick."

He glanced outside, where fireworks lit up the sky.

"—Those countless zeros are not as beautiful as the fireworks in front of them."

"..."

Fujioka Takashi silently clenched the pen, trying to control his expression not to distort, but he still felt that he would be able to break the pen in his hand in the next second.

...Damn rich man, I want you to look good later.

"...May I ask what strategic goals the group has in the next 3 to 5 years?" Fujioka Takashi himself admired himself and continued to ask, "Will it continue to expand in Japan and overseas markets?"

Cloe put down the ornaments, thought about it, and said, "The future depends on what path my heir will choose."

Fujioka Takashi hummed in his heart and respectfully said, "Will your heir behave differently from yours?"

"It's not the same, because our dreams ... are exactly what we pursue, and they are fundamentally different."

Crow stood up suddenly, and Fujioka Takashi was taken aback by him, thinking he had found something, and touched the gun subconsciously.

"He likes money, even if he didn't know anything about the work of pharmaceutical companies before, he will still work hard to learn new knowledge, in order to better take over the company and develop it."

"but me…"

"boom-!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the lights went out instantly.

But the room was not dark, and the light of the fireworks outside the window allowed Fujioka Takashi to see the person in front of him completely.

The man named after the crow stood by the window and pressed one hand on the floor-to-ceiling window. Even if the explosion occurred, he still stood there motionless, without even frowning - just like everything that happened now was within his expectations.

"Rather than make it bigger and stronger, destroy it at its perfect moment..."

The smile on the face of the chairman of Karasuma Group made Fujioka Takamichi's back cold, his mind was almost blank, and the instinctive fear made him completely forget the leader's request to capture alive and try not to hurt, and directly took out a gun and aimed at the opponent.

"boom!"

A shot went off.

No one fell, and the bullets that were fired seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"—It's more interesting, isn't it?"

Takashi Fujioka couldn't say a word, only the hand holding the gun kept shaking.

"boom-!"

The second explosion sounded, the hull shook violently, and began to tilt to one side.

"This is the end of the interview. Thank you for spending time with me. Now I have other things to do. I'm sorry."

With the same decent smile on Crow's face as when he entered the conference room, he straightened his collar, as if he was not facing a shipwreck, but a long-awaited feast.

He walked past him. As he passed by, he raised his right hand, the missing bullet in his palm.

Fujioka Takamichi stood there motionless, watching the pale hand getting closer and closer to him, like a kindergarten teacher putting stickers on the forehead of a good boy, pressing it lightly on the center of his forehead.

The bullet completely sank into his skull.

There was a sound of his body falling from behind, and Spiatus didn't turn his head and walked along the corridor toward the deck.

The wind on the deck was so strong that one could hardly keep one's eyes open.

He heard cries in the distance, men, women, children, and the hoarse dissuasion and comfort of the law enforcement; he heard footsteps~www.NovelMTL.com~ rapid, panic, Fearful, noisy and mixed, trying to squeeze into the faint hope; he heard the sound of fireworks, high above, overlooking the bottom, and continued to bloom leisurely and beautifully.

Above is heaven, below is hell.

Spiatus reached out to the world for the first time, wanting to embrace the dream within his reach.

—This is what he is most looking forward to, a feast of despair that lives up to Nidhogg’s name.

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