The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"It seems like Kudo has been in the bathroom for a long time." Chiyoko looked around but didn't see any sign of Conan. After asking, she found out that he had gone to the bathroom.

He pulled his detective badge from his pocket and turned on the communication.

"Hey, Kudo, where are you? The uncles are all looking for you."

There was the sound of rapid breathing.

Conan was in the elevator, sticking his head against the glass, staring at the Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road, anxiously waiting for the elevator to reach the first floor.

He took out his detective badge and replied simply, "I saw Gin's car and was just about to rush over to put the bug and transmitter in!"

"Are you trying to kill yourself again?" Chiyoko yawned.

"...What do you mean by courting death? I just placed these two little creatures there to see if I could get any information. I won't be stupid enough to follow them!"

"Aren't you courting death? Don't forget that you almost lost Huibara last time."

"That's because you ran out without permission. I clearly told you to stay at the doctor's house."

"That's really cruel." Haibara Ai suddenly took the detective badge from Chiyoko and said lightly.

"If it weren't for me and Chiyo, you would have probably died in an unknown explosion and become a charred corpse."

Even in the end, it was Chiyo who took medicine to become bigger and came to the rescue. This detective boy just won the whole game in a daze.

Conan choked.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you guys anymore. I'm almost on the first floor." He put away his detective badge and looked at the elevator display screen, which showed that they had reached the tenth floor.

There are about ten seconds left...

However, the Porsche 356A had no intention of waiting for him. It started without hesitation and drove a long distance away.

By the time Conan got down from the elevator and ran to the door of the building, there was no trace of it, and even the exhaust gas had completely dissipated.

hateful!

It's too late!

Conan pounded his leg in frustration.

......

In Gin's favorite car.

Vodka was driving diligently while Gin was sitting in the passenger seat smoking.

Grunfiddie glanced imperceptibly through the rearview mirror at the tiny blue figure on the elevator.

He opened his windbreaker pocket, took out a cigarette case and lit one for himself.

For a moment, the car was filled with smoke.

Vodka hesitated for a while and finally opened the car window silently.

The wind blew the long hair of two people, one silver and one black, hitting the leather cushion, making a "hissing" sound.

A strand of silver hair was blown by the wind to Gin's mouth and was almost burned by the cigarette. He couldn't help but twitching his eyes slightly and glanced at Vodka indifferently.

Vodka thought his elder brother had something to tell him, so he said honestly, "What's wrong, elder brother?"

Gin didn't say anything, just turned around, but felt even more annoyed.

He put out the cigarette.

"So what did the programmer leak?" Gryffindy suddenly asked.

Gin said nothing.

Vodka, on the other hand, responded very cooperatively: "That guy seemed to be restless and unwilling to be controlled by the organization. He hacked into the organization's network and saw a lot of things he shouldn't have seen."

"We came here today to check out the place and to investigate whether he has left any information here by taking advantage of his job here."

"Maybe he didn't make it in time, or maybe he was afraid, so he didn't leave any tricks. But to be on the safe side, the large servers here still need to be destroyed to prevent any fish from slipping through the net."

"The task of placing the bomb will be handed over to someone else later. We are going to the programmer's home now to check his computer."

Good boy, he said it all at once.

Glenfiddich looked at Gin and vaguely felt that he was a little melancholy.

Ah.

What if you don’t want to say it?

Even if Vodka doesn't say it, you still have to send the action report to the Boss afterwards, and he will still see it.

It's just a bottle of gin.

Glenfiddich is in a good mood.

Hara Jiaming's residence is in Shuangbao Town, not far from Beihua Town.

He lives alone in a luxury apartment.

Gin let out a very light click of his tongue.

He hates enclosed buildings like apartments, especially those with high floors.

Because these buildings often have elevators, the stairwells will be narrow.

He won't take the elevator because it's unsafe.

It can be stopped at any floor, and there is almost nowhere to hide after the door is opened. Once someone decides to ambush in such a place, it will be very difficult to deal with them.

He chose to take the stairs.

If he hadn't wanted to confirm whether the programmer had sent the organization's information to other people, he would have wanted to blow up Glenfiddich and be done with it, without even wanting to go upstairs.

But Glenfiddich wasn't worried and chose to take the elevator without hesitation.

After all, Yuan Jiaming lives on a quite high floor, and the elevator is more convenient than climbing stairs.

When Gin and Vodka came out of the stairwell, Glenfiddich was already waiting at the door, counting lollipops out of boredom.

Vodka took out the lock picking tool and started to push against the door.

In a few seconds, the door lock of the high-end apartment was pried open.

Glenfiddich patted Vodka on the shoulder and said, "That's great, old Vodka. You are so versatile."

When I walked into the room, it looked tidy at first glance, which was quite good for a single man's residence.

There are some art photos hanging on the wall, and there are carefully tended potted plants on the cabinet in the entrance.

It's quite lively.

It seems that this programmer is living a good life.

Picking up an earthenware teacup on the table, Glenfiddich looked at it with some interest.

"Don't waste time." Gin walked past him and went straight to the workshop.

Vodka pulled out the chair, turned on the computer and started working.

Well, actually he is a computer expert.

It may not be believed, but although Gin's team belongs to the action group, Vodka is a civilian staff member.

Proficient in driving, mechanics, computers, and report writing.

But looking at his education, Vodka is a graduate student from the University of Tokyo...

Considered a top talent.

It's a pity that he lost his brain after following Gin.

"Brother is right!"

"Well done, bro!"

"Why didn't I think of that!"

"Brother..."

Just treat Gin as an external brain.

Putting aside these messy thoughts, Glenfiddich also came to the workshop and saw that the vodka had already produced results.

"Brother, there is a backdoor in this computer. If it is not turned on for more than two days, a dynamic encrypted file will be automatically sent out!"

Gin nodded without surprise.

“Can you find the sending address?”

"It's a bit difficult. The key changes dynamically. It may take some time." Vodka turned back and concentrated on deciphering it.

"Get it done within ten minutes. If it takes more than ten minutes, evacuate immediately."

Gin looked impatient.

He couldn't stay in this dangerous environment for too long.

If it takes more than ten minutes, just give up on deciphering it and blow up all the places that Yuan Jiaming has recently come into contact with and may have left any backup plans.

Anyway, with the penguin there, they will be able to detect it at the first time as long as information related to the organization appears on the Internet.

It’s just that cleaning up the mess is a little more troublesome, so it’s easier to strangle it in the cradle.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard the sound of a key being inserted outside the door.

Gin narrowed his eyes.

Glenfiddich held its breath early on.

Even Vodka stopped typing on the keyboard, and the only sound in the room was the slight hum of the computer case.

Yuan Jiaming is back.

He first changed his shoes at the entrance, put the cake he had just bought on the ground, picked up the sprinkler beside the cabinet to water the potted plants, and then picked up the cake and walked into the house.

Even when he got to the table, he didn't notice anything wrong.

Glenfiddich had put the teacup back where it belonged, without a single mistake.

Vodka heard the noise made by Yuan Jiaming outside and looked up at Gin.

Shall we take action, brother?

Gin shook his head, a cruel smile on his lips.

Compared to his previous impatience, he is now like a patient wolf, without a trace of impatience, quietly waiting for the prey to come into his arms.

Glenfiddich did not join the encrypted conversation between the two, but silently picked up a few strands of his hair that had fallen to the ground.

He looked at the long, black hair and was speechless.

Forget about Vodka, Gin’s hair is almost the same length as his, and even Gin doesn’t lose any hair, so why would he lose a few strands for no apparent reason?

Yuan Jiaming unwrapped the cake and placed it on the table. Holding the silver knife for cutting the cake in one hand, he suddenly remembered that there was an unfinished bottle of milk in the workshop and prepared to go get it.

He turned the doorknob, and as soon as he entered, he felt a cold touch on his head.

Gin was holding the Beretta with a cruel sneer on his face, while Vodka, who was sitting on the chair next to him, had the same cold expression on his face.

In the corner, a black-haired man dressed similarly to Gin was looking at a few strands of hair in his hand and fell into deep thought.

It seems like something strange has mixed in...

"Gin..."

Yuan Jiaming was suddenly panicked.

He originally thought that the group that wanted to control him through threats was just some violent group or an ordinary criminal gang. However, it was not until a few days ago when he hacked into the organization's network and saw the various industries in business, scientific research, and medical care behind it, and even a lot of dirty laundry on politicians, that he realized how deep the organization was.

He knew that he would be found sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon, and that he would be waiting in his room quietly.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

"You can't kill me! Once I die, your secret will be exposed!"

"As long as you let me go, I will keep the secret!"

Glenfiddich was a little surprised that he was held at gunpoint, but was able to react so quickly to pull out bargaining chips for negotiation and make promises.

Quite smart.

But unfortunately, not smart enough.

If it was an ordinary criminal gang, they might take into account the information he held, and based on his personal ability, consider sparing his life and tying him down with his family or other important evidence.

But the organization is different.

The organization has no shortage of talent, and doesn't really care about the secrets he holds.

There are talented people all over the world, and it is easy to recruit them through coercion and inducement.

As for the information, it was not easy to handle, but it was not too troublesome either. The organization did not even need to mobilize its power in the political arena. The Gin team could get it done in two days.

It's just a matter of cleaning up a few people.

What the organization really cares about is that a programmer who is under control suddenly loses control and even dares to use the convenience provided by the organization to infringe on the interests of the organization. This is undoubtedly a dangerous message to other restless elements.

If it is not handled properly, it means there are loopholes in the organization.

Therefore, there is no room for compromise in dealing with Yuan Jiaming. He must be executed with thundering means, and it must be a complete execution, and even one of his proud backers must be blown up.

This is a warning to other people who have ulterior motives.

Talent?

Sorry, the organization has no shortage of talent. If you are proud, that's fine. Let your achievements speak for themselves. If you do a good job for the organization, you will get a lot of benefits.

Want to be proud of your talent?

I won't feel bad about doing it.

Do you have other supporters?

Is it as strong as the Tokiwa Group?

The Twin Towers, which others had high hopes for and valued, could be blown up at any time without any fear.

If you want to have any small ideas, consider your own weight.

This is why it is said that Yuan Jiaming is smart, but not smart enough.

He has seen a lot of things he shouldn't have seen and knows only the tip of the iceberg of the organization, but he still holds on to the hope that "I have something on you and you can't touch me."

The correct approach should be to destroy those things in time, then choose a comfortable way to die and be freed before the organization arrives.

That is to say, there is no shortage of experimental subjects in various laboratories now, which is why Gin was able to kill him cleanly and efficiently.

Otherwise, the best situation would be a life worse than death.

Sure enough, as soon as Glenfiddich finished his thought, Gin opened fire.

There was a big hole on Yuan Jiaming's forehead. He fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.

He still held the silver knife tightly in his hand.

Glenfiddich couldn't help but remain silent.

The Roman pronunciation of silver is "Gin", which means gin in English.

And he just lost a few hairs for no apparent reason. If he hadn't been so alert and paying attention the whole time, he would have probably left behind some clues related to himself.

It's such a coincidence that my scalp tingles.

It was as if he was deliberately giving clues to that kid Kudo Shinichi.

Vodka quickly deciphered the key.

"Brother, I have solved it. The address it was sent from is the building we visited before."

"Oh, I guessed it."

Gin sneered.

"gone."

Vodka quickly cleaned up the traces of the people's presence, and the three left the apartment.

In the car, Gin looked at Glenfiddich meaningfully.

"I thought you were going to leave a bomb cleanup trail."

Glenfiddich raised his middle finger.

"You've already drained me of the amount you needed to blow up the building, okay? How can I have any extra bombs?"

“…” Gin was silent.

He had forgotten about this.

Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't say anything else along the way.

Glenfiddich, contrary to his usual behavior, did not chatter and was quietly browsing his phone.

He was using Boss's account to check the inventory of the organization's arsenal.

The main reason was that he really didn't expect that the organization actually had a military base around Tokyo...

There are also many interesting toys inside.

Since they are going to blow up a building and disguise it as a terrorist attack, they might as well make it a little more "terrifying".

When it comes to the Twin Towers, the first thing that comes to mind is of course...

I understand everything I understand.

The next step is to assemble accessories for the big toy, such as heavy shells, invisible paint and so on. All the accessories that can be added to it are added.

A sweep must have the feeling of a sweep!

Glenfiddich looked at the final result with satisfaction and sent the list to Rum.

The next step is to wait for the artifact to arrive, and then you will be extremely happy.