Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

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Watanabe Rie was still in a stalemate with Dazai Osamu at this time. When she heard this, her mind went blank at first, and then she immediately reacted to what the other party was going to do. If the priest couldn't be found, wouldn't it be difficult to get the clothes?

And there was a ready one. Her eyes stopped at the corpse of the priest with a hideous and embarrassed expression.

……

Several members of the Golden Dog Group stripped the pastor's clothes in a corner where no one was paying attention. They did not forget to close his eyes, muttering "It's an emergency, brother, we're sorry" and so on.

The young lady dealt with Dazai Osamu to prevent him from noticing and going in to interfere, while at the same time she made a cross in her heart, saying that she would give compensation.

This ceremony must not be interrupted!

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The Virgin Mary with a blue ribbon looked at the altar with compassion. The statue slowly rose up, and the white holy light from top to bottom illuminated it. The warm and holy atmosphere made the church, which should have been bustling, extremely deserted. Only two people witnessed this scene.

——The young priest held the cross in his hand and sang an unknown hymn in a low voice. The church echoed with chanting. Russian was a ghost floating in the cold winter in Northern Europe. The snow-capped Caucasus Mountains, the golden and dazzling birch forests, the eternal ice-free port, were where Jesus received divine enlightenment and entered the glorious world of God.

Even gods would be fooled. Who would have thought that such a priest would be a high-ranking member of an international criminal organization?

He thought so. Toru Amuro was not a believer. This was his first time to participate in a religious activity in the true sense. It was to complete a mission... He could not deny that the scene of such a church with such a strong exotic flavor shocked him a little. Maybe the young master was indeed quite accomplished in this aspect. Was he a believer?

The two almost held their breath as they watched the statue slowly rise into the air under the pre-set mechanism. The warm yellow light filled the church. There was a skylight in the halo of the stained glass six-winged angel on the arched top. A little bit of the color of the night was left, but it was soon blocked by Jesus until it disappeared.

This marks the end of the Feast of the Ascension of Jesus.

Midorikawa Hikaru subconsciously looked at the clock. There were still seven minutes until the next day. He stood outside the church, sending emails with another mobile phone.

It worked!

The ceremony had just ended when the eldest lady rushed over. The priest, who was still in a praying posture, looked up at her. He was wearing a white robe and a blue belt, with black hair and golden eyes. She was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the other party's appearance was surprisingly suitable.

Just standing there without saying anything is already a sight to behold.

Then he spoke the next second, his indifferent expression immediately became lively, he threw away the cross casually, tore off his robe while stepping down, sneered, and said with a rather gritted teeth, "Don't tell me where this dress came from, I don't want to know."

As he said this, he kicked the clothes aside, and it was obvious that he already knew where the clothes came from.

The eldest lady felt guilty for a moment, and then immediately, in a businesslike manner, called Amuro Toru away, probably because he was involved in the follow-up cleanup matters. After all, he was the intelligence team member designated by Gin to participate in this incident, and he was more professional in matters such as negotiations.

Iori Yamuro also planned to leave immediately, but before that he had to find Hikaru Midorikawa, who seemed to be keeping watch outside just now.

Blurry blocks of color began to appear in front of his eyes. The medicine injected in the morning could not support the extra sugar consumption today. The new version modified by Shirley was not as addictive, so there was no abnormal desire for sugar intake that day that caused mental confusion.

In fact, he couldn't quite remember how he got the second potion that night, and now he was just too tired to think.

The moment he stepped forward on tiptoe, he paused, sensing something strange. He turned around and met the clown's eyes. Gogol had stood behind him at some point, which made him stiffen for a moment. Was there something wrong with the ritual?

"You are the winner, Cinderella, you should show a winner's expression." Gogol said, as if he realized that his state was a little strange at this moment, "You look the same as that day..."

He looked at it carefully for a long time and finally concluded, "You are so fragile. You always look like you are about to meet God."

This statement seemed to trigger some key words. The man's tired and bored expression changed, and he stared and said word by word, "Of course I will live a hundred years. God will leave it for you to see for yourself."

This guy is so annoying, why do I have to curse him every time I meet him, Ye Shiyi thought impatiently.

He will live abroad with Saori in the future, on a farm in the English countryside, or in the fertile wetlands on the banks of the Nile, just like in the past. He is very interested in the grave keepers in Egypt, and maybe Saori will like it there too... He will live a long, long time, until he becomes a handsome old man.

"Okay Cinderella, Fedya went to see the black guy and he said he liked your gift very much."

Gogol saluted formally, and he appreciated the change in the other person's expression. "Fejia said that you once had a close friend, but he betrayed you. Even so, you still let him go free, kind Cinderella -"

Kindness means that after killing him, Gin crushed his body and scattered it into ashes.

I don't really understand you people with special abilities.

As expected, one cannot argue with a psychopath. Iori Yemuro feels that every day he is either dealing with psychopaths or on his way to treat people with brain problems.

It was really hard for me to persist in such a difficult working environment for five years.

Yeshiro Iori rubbed his brows and tried to clear his mind a little. He saw that Gogol was already in the shadow clone state. "So what do you want to say? And I need an explanation."

"If you are willing to come back here in the future, you will see Ms. Mary again, and there may be something you would like to hear."

Noticing the other party's impatient look, Gogol seemed to compromise, and there was an inexplicable smile in his cold eyes.

"Well, as a friend, perhaps I should remind you that you are not very good at choosing close friends."

"You should pay attention to the people around you. Maybe a second gentleman will appear."

I thought he would say something, and Ye Shiyi felt confused. Why did everyone have to mention being a gentleman in front of him? Was that guy so charming?

Obviously you haven't even seen him.

That's enough.

He turned around and ignored Gogol, his heels clicking on the marble tiles of the church. Behind him was the dazzling blue, pitying Madonna and the clown who was fascinated by absurd drama.

He had just deceived God, and the person who performed the ceremony for Jesus was not a holy priest, but a despicable, selfish, third-rate gambler.

God will not bless him.

The silver-haired young man looked in the direction where the man left and curled his eyes.

Cinderella is such a kind person. Even if you pity others, no one will pity you.

A half-baked businessman is not ruthless enough and cannot sacrifice his feelings for the sake of profit. He will only lose everything, so you will not get freedom.