Conan: The Mechanic

After Haibara Ai left, Gregory motioned Chiba to take off her clothes and expose her shoulders.

"Have your wound been treated?" Gregory asked, looking at the bandage. "Also, what gun did you get hit by?"

"It was dealt with," Chiba replied. "It should have been a grain of steel grit from a shotgun that caused the wound."

"Steel sand?" Gregory undid the bandage while wondering, revealing the wound inside.

After a while.

"Your wound has healed," Gregory threw the bandage into the trash can. "The steel grit is so small that the sinus tract can't be opened at all, and the chance of infection is very low. Go home and rest, and come back to me if you really have symptoms of suspected infection."

At this moment, without any knock on the door, the door of the office was directly opened.

A man in a black suit walked in.

Gregory and Chiba both looked at the man in surprise.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Gregory Asker here?" The man looked at Gregory and asked politely.

Such a polite tone made Qianyu feel that the identity of the visitor was a bit strange.

Of course, the strange bulge in the left inner pocket of the men's suit is much more bizarre than this - judging from the bulging shape, either some neuropathy took a toy gun to scare people, or it was the armed force of some violent agency Personnel (official or not) demanded of him.

Gregory apparently saw it too.

"I'm not Gregory," Gregory said without changing his expression. "The slacker asked for leave and didn't come, but I'm his good friend, so I can send him a message."

The man was stunned for a moment, then put his right hand into the left inner pocket.

Damn, this guy wouldn't want to shoot here, would he? Chiyu was about to take the umbrella out of the backpack behind her, but found that in order to check the wound on her shoulder, she had just left her backpack on the sofa a few steps away.

However, Qianyu was overwhelmed, because the man finally took out a photo, glanced at it, and turned the photo in the direction of Gregory, with a speechless expression on his face.

That's a high-resolution bareheaded photo of Gregory.

"Now, can we talk, Mr. Gregory?"

Qianyu pouted and looked at Gregory, whose lie was exposed.

"Since you have investigated me, you should know that I don't like walking," Gregory gestured to the crutches lying on the desk. "Let's talk here."

"This little guy may need to go out for a while." The man glanced at Qianyu—the look in his eyes made Qianyu a little hairy.

However, this should be just a routine alert. . . If you treat yourself as an enemy, I am afraid that all your hair will stand up. . .

"You tell me who you are first." Gregor said in English. "Don't worry, this kid is so young, he doesn't understand."

Chiba immediately understood what Gregory meant, and pretended to be completely at a loss for Gregory's English.

"Okay, as you wish, sir." The man sighed, took out another ID book, opened it and showed it to Gregory.

"Oh..." Gregory made a surprised expression. "public security?"

Qianyu's surprised expression was also evident. If he hadn't lowered his head in advance to prevent any flaws in his expression, he might have already revealed his secrets.

Public security police, this is not an ordinary police, but a police officer responsible for national-level security, intelligence and other cases. Its essence is equivalent to the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) in the United States, the Gestapo (State Secret Police) in Nazi Germany, and World War II. The special high school of the former Japanese Empire (the direct reason for the creation of the public security police is to replace the special high school that was forced to be disbanded after World War II). Its main task is to deal with criminal gangs; left-wing political parties (such as the Japanese Communist Party, Aum Shinrikyo) and the Korean Chongryon (in Japan, the Korean General Federation), the labor movement, the anti-war movement and other civil organizations political behavior.

What did the police ask Gregory to do?

"One of our agents was poisoned and has just been shipped back to the country," the man said. "We suspect that he was poisoned in a very clever way. We know you are one of the best doctors in Japan right now, so we hope you can come and help us."

"Who the **** did you send?" Gregory obviously had the same question as Chiba. "Don't talk to me about the public police, tell the truth."

"How can I prove that I am a police officer?" The man smiled bitterly. "If you don't even believe in documents, what do you believe in?"

"You can let your helicopter fly over, and then let me see the special forces who can break through the window." Gregory opened his mouth.

"A promise?" The man's expression was very subtle.

"Okay." Gregory said calmly. "Prove it to me!"

The man in black calmly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hirata, turn on your engine, our guests want your big guy to yell a few times. Also, let Ginbei descend from the upstairs rope to outside Gregory's office, the sooner the better."

After hanging up the phone, the man smiled and looked out the window.

Gregory and Chiba also looked out the window involuntarily.

The roar of the helicopter has already sounded.

"Didn't you hear it just now?" The man in black raised his eyebrows and said to Gregory, who had a subtle expression. "When our helicopter landed on the roof before, it should have made a very loud propeller noise."

"Dong dong—" The sound of knocking on the window came from outside the window, and I saw another man in black clutching a nylon rope, stepping on the window sill, and greeting everyone.

"OMG..." Chiba blurted out.

"You said he can't speak English?" The man glanced at Qianyu and said with a frown.

"Do you know anything about the Soviet Union?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"Alright." The man replied.

"Do you speak Russian?" Gregory asked again.

"Won't."

"Excuse me, what do you mean by 'Bolshevik'?" Gregory asked again.

"The majority." The man continued to answer. (Bolsvik means majority in Russian, and Menshevik means minority in Russian.)

"Exactly," Gregory spread his hands. "Do you speak Russian?"

"Okay..." The man shrugged. "Then, since I have fulfilled your request, do you believe that I am a public security policeman?"

"If I continue to disbelieve, you are fully capable of kidnapping me." Gregory picked up his cane and stood up. "Let's go, but I may be slower to go upstairs, after all, I am disabled."

"But you have no problem walking..." The man glanced at Gregory, who was walking towards the door, and said strangely.

"Anyone can walk like this after knocking on Vicodin—" Gregory opened the door and looked at the man. "Aren't you going?"

"..." Chiyu watched Gregory and the two men in black leave, and then glanced at the gap between her thighs.

Just now, Gregory quietly threw his cell phone into the crevice of his legs.

"What is this for?" Qian Yu raised her eyebrows.