How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

For the next few days, life was normal.

Xin Haikong has obtained the longest, most leisurely, and most unconsidered vacation since coming to this world.

He regularly swipes the forum to see the latest cases and discussions among forum readers. In the imagination of forum readers, he was involved in this dispute, kidnapped to the organization's base camp, tortured in the dungeon, repeatedly interrogated and brainwashed, both mentally and physically, full of holes and bruises all over his body.

All in all, it was unimaginably miserable.

As everyone knows, he lives in a single-family villa on the island. He sleeps until he wakes up naturally every morning, and he no longer has to worry about being late for work. He lies on the soft big bed and happily brushes the forum, watching the busy red party like watching music. Prepare.

In the energetic afternoon, he will start to understand all the information of the organization, and transfer all the people who want to get rid of and get rid of to be near the base camp. The core forces that maintain the operation of this huge multinational organization, including various economic supports, have been transformed and washed ashore by him one after another. They either hang up the signs of normal businesses, go public overseas, or merge into big companies on the bright side and turn into massive amounts of mobile cash.

Before anyone noticed, this organization has gradually become an empty shell. The real core power lurking under this empty shell has already fluttered high before everyone noticed it.

·

"Conan, someone sent Dad a travel ticket for a cruise. We're going out tonight."

Xiaolan knelt down in front of the huge suitcase, patiently folded her clothes inside, and turned her head to Conan who had just come home from school.

"I know!"

Conan put the skateboard in his hand behind the door, and replied with vigour, pretending to be very happy.

In fact, he didn't hear what Xiao Lan was saying at all. His mind was completely filled with the content of the conversation with Mr. Amuro that day, and all he thought about was how to rescue the Shinkai police officer.

That day, after exchanging all the information, Mr. Amuro who learned that it was gin who took Shinkaikura was very angry. A few of them regarded the apartment as a temporary meeting place, completely ignoring Conan, and began to design plans on the spot.

The identity of a child makes it easy for Conan to gain the trust of others, but it also makes him unable to participate in many things. He also knows that in his current state, there is really very little he can do. But he also wanted to help the Xinhai police officer as much as he could.

After all, he didn't expect that the Shinkai police officer who led him to discover the bomb and rescued him from the Tokyo Tower would struggle in the mud while helping others.

Conan sighed a little sadly.

In the bedroom, Xiao Lan paused when she was packing her things, and reminded loudly, "Conan, I heard that there is a swimming pool on the cruise. I have already packed your swimming cap and goggles in the suitcase, remember to bring yours. Find the swimsuit."

"I see." Conan slumped on the sofa and responded weakly, but still didn't listen to Xiaolan's words at all.

·

"Target signal detected."

"BOSS, I have built a new giant laboratory in Tokyo according to your instructions. All experimental materials and experimental machines have been equipped, and the experimenter has been successfully transferred to the vicinity of the laboratory." In the phone booth, a red microphone was held in one hand, and a black-cased mobile phone was tightly squeezed in the other hand.

"Bourbon, you have done a good job on your mission this time."

A flat, emotionless machine sound came from the payphone, accompanied by a sparse machine noise.

"The signal launch site is being tracked and is expected to take the last minute."

The blond youth frowned slightly, subconsciously lengthening what he wanted to say.

"Boss, what you said last time..."

"At 10:30 tonight, go to Tokyo Port. There will be a ship waiting for you there. We will discuss the specific matters after we meet."

Meet!

Did he finally wait until the day when he could meet?

The blond young man holding the receiver couldn't help shaking with excitement.

In that villa before, he unilaterally accepted the so-called BOSS's instructions across the screen. The implication of the other party is that as long as he can successfully complete the task of transferring the experimenter, he will have the opportunity to be transferred to the headquarters of the organization and truly reach the core of the organization's power.

When the incident happened suddenly, he didn't have time to contact the police to find out where the signal was launched.

But just this evening, while he was staying at home, he suddenly received a call from Belmod. The other party asked him to go to the first phone booth in the third block of Rice Flower Town at 8 o'clock this evening and wait for the boss's instructions.

Although he did not know how the other party successfully transferred the signal to a specific public phone booth, he would definitely not give up this opportunity easily.

"The signal launch site is being tracked, and it is estimated that it will take the last thirty seconds."

Amuro squeezed the receiver tightly, pretending to be hesitant. "Boss, that's it, I have one more thing to tell you."

The other end of the phone paused for a few seconds, and the emotionless machine voice sounded again:

"Say."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"I-I got a message."

"Five, four, three,"

"BOSS, this news is more complicated. I'll wait until tomorrow to tell you in person."

"Sir, the exact location of the signal launch site has been tracked."

"drop-"

At about the same time, the phone was hung up.

Amuro put the receiver back, leaned against the wall of the public phone booth unconsciously, and let out a long sigh of relief. Only at this time did he realize that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Tell me the specific latitude and longitude location."

"166° east longitude, 15° north latitude."

An island close to the equator?

"Judging by its geographical location, the island should belong to the Federated States of Micronesia. But we are temporarily unable to determine whether the island is a natural island out of control or an artificial island reclaimed from the sea."

It turns out that it is probably only such an island that will be under the control of the organization and will not be discovered by the military of various countries.

Now, he has successfully obtained the geographical location information of the organization's base camp, and can already contact the relevant departments of various countries to jointly arrange the plan of encirclement and suppression.

But the official armed forces can only coerce the people on this small island from the outside world to surrender. It's just... There are only more than two hours left until the other party's appointment at 10:30. Now, when we start to arrange for the public security personnel to keep up with the ship, they will only be alarmed by the grass.

It seemed that he had to go there himself.

·

Under the night, the lights of Tokyo Port are connected together, like a long strip of lights, reflecting the dark sea surface brightly.

"The ship doesn't leave until eleven o'clock, and we board at nine o'clock. Is it too early?"

Mouri Kogoro, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned on the armrest of the deck and spit out an impatient tone.

"Oh, this is the usual rule." Beside Kogoro Mouri, a small middle-aged man wearing a waiter's vest changed the subject with a smile.

Behind them, the five-story ship cast a huge shadow on the sea.

Conan was dragged by Xiao Lan with a lifeless expression and walked to the side of the deck.

He was wrong, he shouldn't have not listened to the other party's speech.

When he finally regained his senses and understood what the other party was talking about, he was packed into a taxi and sent to the cruise ship.

Conan leaned against the railing, his sky blue eyes staring through the lenses, staring at the sea of ​​light and darkness in front of him.

Urged by the damp and salty sea breeze, the raging waves lapped the shore from time to time, swept away the fine sand.

This is a cruise ship for pleasure only, and there is no exact destination. After setting sail at 11 o'clock tonight, it will circle around the high seas, and will not return to Tokyo Port again until 8 o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow. The time on the cruise just occupied him for the whole weekend, and now he really doesn't have to think about anything. After all, it's too late to think about anything...

Conan sighed, and was being turned around to walk back, but out of the corner of his eye suddenly caught a familiar figure—

On the beach not far away, a tall figure flashed by.

His dark attire made him unremarkable in the darkness, but his long silver-white hair was slightly raised in the sea breeze, and under the reflection of the light, it shone with fine white light.

!

Conan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and hurriedly wanted to run down the crowd while avoiding the crowd.

But he was only a few steps away when someone grabbed the back collar.

"Conan, where are you going by yourself? The ship is about to leave."

"Lan, Lanne sauce?"

Conan grinned, turned his head with wide eyes and pretended to be innocent, and looked at Xiaolan behind him with a smile.

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my swimsuit. I'll go to the swimming shop on the beach over there to buy a swimsuit, and I'll be right back."

"Swimming suit?" Xiao Lan straightened her waist and glanced at the beach not far away. It was indeed not far away, and it was where she could notice. But it's still a little dangerous to let a child run out alone. "There should also be a place to buy swimsuits on cruise ships, so you don't have to get off the boat to buy them."

Conan glanced sideways at the black figure on the beach, and roughly predicted the other party's destination in his heart.

Oops, he has to get off the boat!

The Xinhai police officer was taken away by the gin.

Now, when Jin Jiu appeared alone, it is very likely that he was going to transfer the Xinkai police officer to a certain place through the ship... If he called Mr. Amuro now, and the other party arrived here, I am afraid it would be too late. Only at this moment, like a god-sent coincidence, he also appeared on this beach, can he keep up with the gin in time.

"The swimsuits on the cruise ship are too expensive. I just took a look. They are about ten times more expensive than the market price! I'd better go to the store on the beach to buy them." Conan smiled and turned around and persuaded: "Xiao Lan Sister, just stay on the boat, if we go together, no one will know that we haven't been on the boat yet, what if the boat leaves?"

"It's okay, I can find Dad—" Xiaolan said, turning around to look for Kogoro Mouri.

In this rare space, Conan rescued his collar from Xiaolan's fingers and slipped out of the crowd like a loach.

·

After Conan disembarked, he tried to call Mr. Amuro with his mobile phone, and ran forward in the direction he had predicted before.

Mr. Amuro on the other end of the phone didn't know what he was doing, and he always felt that the phone had never been connected. After Conan made two or three calls in a row, he was forced to choose another person.

At this time, he was very close to the edge of the beach, where people were sparsely populated, the lights were dim, and the dark sea was like a giant beast covered in dust.

No, go ahead.

Go any further and he might be found.

Conan turned his head to search around while dialing the phone number that Mr. Okiya left him. With the dim light, he could barely see the situation nearby, but he could never find the black figure.

The only suspicious place was a pitch-black ship on the shore not far away.

This ship is much smaller than the cruise ship that Maori Kogoro was on. There are no lights on the edge, and giants are generally hidden in the dark sea.

It is impossible for the other party to disappear out of thin air, to eliminate all the impossible, the only possibility is...

The ship in front of you.

"...Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area...di-"

The phone was disconnected, but not hung up, but a signal problem.

I don't know... whether Mr. Okiya is not in the service area or he is not in the service area.

Why are both Mr. Amuro and Mr. Okiya so busy tonight?

Conan sighed helplessly. There is really no way out now, he can only rely on himself.

But he can't get on this ship directly, what method should he use to get in?

Just as Conan hesitated, he suddenly found that on the left side of the ship, dozens of workers were loading goods into the cargo hold of the ship. Every piece of goods is sealed in a wooden box that is about one meter high. The wooden box is not large and cannot accommodate an adult male, but it is more than enough to hold him alone.

Conan quickly edited a text message on his mobile phone, sent it to Mr. Amuro and Mr. Okiya at a regular time, and then ran towards the direction of the work of the group of workers.

·

on the ship.

There was only one wall lamp burning in the dark hall, and the faint yellowish light looked a little scary in the darkness.

A blonde woman in black grinned and leaned on the sofa beside her, holding a cigar between her fingers with red nail polish.

The young woman in the waiter's vest stepped forward with an expressionless face and stated in an unwavering tone: "There are extremely strong signal shielding equipment here, we do not support the use of any communication equipment, and please send your Hand over all communication equipment."

"Communication equipment?" The blond young man standing in the center of the hall glanced sideways at the blond girl sitting on the sofa, and asked in a provocative tone, "Don't you need to pay that guy?"

"Lord Belmod has handed over all communication equipment."

The maid's mood didn't fluctuate at all, and she answered solemnly.

"I see. Don't worry."

A fake smile instantly appeared on the young blond's face. He obediently took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the tray beside him.

The maid closed the tray to her chest expressionlessly, turned around, and walked out step by step.

The blond young man looked sideways at the back of the maid, with shadows floating in his purple-gray eyes.

"It's weird, isn't it?"

The blonde sitting on the sofa suddenly spoke.

"What?" An Shi came back to his senses and asked back without leaking.

The blonde raised her eyebrows slightly and looked out the door suggestively.

"I mean, that guy, looks weird."

"...She doesn't look normal."

Amuro Toru tried his best to speak his conjecture in a euphemistic tone.

In fact, in his opinion, there was something wrong with that maid from beginning to end. How can someone speak so smoothly?

As long as a person has feelings, it is impossible to 100% strip off the emotions in the tone.

"That guy, ten years ago, used to be my subordinate."

The blonde narrowed her eyes slightly and her tone was a little low, but this seemed to be an illusion of Toru Amuro.

"Later, during the mission arranged by Rum, she accidentally revealed her identity, was captured by the FBI, and leaked part of the organization's intelligence."

"Even so, did the organization rescue her?"

Toru Amuro held the smile on his face, a little puzzled in his heart. Can an organization be so lenient with its erring members?

"Haha, that's right." Belmod suddenly laughed.

"The organization took a lot of effort to bring her back, sent her to the laboratory, and injected brainwashing drugs. She was brainwashed about a dozen times before and after, and this is how it is now."

!

Amuro's pupils shrank, and his heart tightened sharply.

Belmod didn't notice, and still said his own words: "I heard that it is because of too many brainwashing, which has caused damage to the brain, and has a small mental problem. She is now emotionally sensitive. Perception ability and ability to receive and judge information are greatly weakened, and memory is also weakened to the extent that it is almost non-existent.”

"It's pathetic, isn't it?"