Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Okay." Kuroda Bei said in a deep voice, "Who will ask the first question?"

"All right." Jun Du chuckled. "Since it was me who proposed it, I'll let you go first."

Kurodabei was silent for a moment. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Jundu: "Stop dithering. Why don't you ask me - how many undercover agents have you sent into the organization?"

"Since you ask this question, may I ask about your position in the organization, or who is the boss of the organization?" Kuroda Bei asked him back.

Jundu smiled vaguely: "If you tell me first, I can think about it."

"You have a conflict with the boss." Although it was a rhetorical question, the tone was affirmative.

"This is actually considered the first question?" Jun Du raised his lips slightly, and said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter. In this case, my answer is as you wish. Now, it's my turn to ask - who is the person who let Scotland, that is, Zhu Fujingguang, act as an undercover agent?"

Hearing this, Kuroda was slightly startled, with a look of surprise on his face. Obviously, he had never expected that Cointreau would have such a deep obsession with Scotland.

After calming down for a while, Kurodabei slowly responded: "It was a decision made by the higher-ups. So... is this your true appearance?"

Jundu shook his head without hesitation and answered firmly, "Of course not. Isn't this obvious?" Then, he stared at Kuroda Bei with a sharp gaze and continued to ask, "Tell me more, who was the one who caused you to fall into a coma that year? I hope you can give me an accurate answer and tell me the specific name."

For a moment, the atmosphere became solemn, and Kurodabei remained silent. However, Cointreau was extremely patient and did not urge him.

After a long while, Kuroda Bei finally broke the silence and whispered: "I really can't remember anything about this matter."

Upon hearing this, Jun Du couldn't help but sneer, and said with disdain: "Is this your answer? Humph, it's really ridiculous! You can't even remember your own enemies, so how can you talk about revenge?"

Kuroda Bei seemed quite calm about Cointreau's sarcasm. He replied calmly, "There's no need to dwell on these details. As long as we can successfully eradicate the biggest cancer behind the scenes, we will have avenged ourselves."

However, Jundu's eyes gradually became filled with strong sarcasm and he said, "Okay, whatever you want to think. But I still need to solemnly remind you that time is running out, and my patience is also running out."

In fact, patience has run out, so time has run out.

Kuroda Bei understood Jundu's implication and asked, "Is Officer Lin Xiaochen still alive?"

"Guess?" Jundu smiled maliciously. Instead of answering directly, he asked, "Do you hope he is alive?"

Kuroda Heibei's heart sank, knowing that something was wrong.

Almost as soon as Jundu finished speaking, a bullet shot towards Kuroda Bei.

At the critical moment, Kuroda Bei instinctively dodged sideways. With a loud bang, the bullet embedded itself into the wall, sending up a cloud of dust.

At this time, before Kuroda Bei could calm down his rapid breathing, his brain suddenly sounded a sharp alarm as if it was attacked by a violent storm. The countless swordplay and life-and-death struggles he had experienced in his youth had endowed him with an intuition beyond that of an ordinary person.

Unfortunately, due to being bedridden for many years, his body is no longer as strong as it used to be and is far less agile and flexible than before.

At this moment, although his consciousness was desperately trying to drive his body to react, his limbs seemed to be bound by heavy shackles and completely disobeyed his commands.

A fine and tingling sensation came from his neck, causing him to shudder all over. He looked up and saw Cointreau approaching him slowly with that creepy and evil smile...

He tried his best to struggle and resist, but at this moment his body seemed to be under a spell and he completely lost control of it.

Jundu walked slowly and leisurely in front of him, the black muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed straight at his forehead, a smug smile on his handsome face.

"You lose, Kurodabei." Jundu's voice was as calm as a lake without ripples. "But don't worry, I have no plans to take your life for the time being... at least not right now."

These words sounded like a comfort, but upon closer inspection, they also contained a hint of threat.

Jundu slowly squatted down and got closer to Kuroda Bei. As he got closer, Kuroda Bei suddenly smelled a rich and fragrant aroma. The fragrance was extremely strong, and seemed to carry the unique and subtle scent of daffodils, but it seemed not entirely that.

Jundu easily snatched the gun from Kuroda Bei's weak hand. The whole process was as easy and casual as picking a flower.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he chuckled, "You're lucky, this thing is not easy to get... Look at you, now you can only let others control you, it feels terrible, right? Don't worry, this situation won't last long."

After saying that, he slowly stood up, and as Kuroda Heibei's vision gradually became blurred, Jundu reached out and gently pulled off a disguise mask.

He casually tossed the mask aside.

The sound of explosions gradually increased downstairs, and the purple flames quickly devoured most of the floors like the fire of hell. But Jundu was not afraid at all. He pushed the door and walked into the billowing smoke, and his figure disappeared.

After the explosion disposal team and the fire brigade arrived at the scene, they discovered that the so-called explosion was just thunder with little rain, and even the so-called thick smoke was just a few smoke bombs. Apart from Kuroda Heibei who fainted in the office, no one was injured.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara followed to investigate the scene. When they saw the still burning purple flame, their faces changed drastically. In an instant, they both thought of the name - Pramya.

Before we could investigate further, a member of the Explosive Disposal Team came running over in a hurry: "Captain Matsuda, Captain Hagiwara, something bad has happened. The warehouse at the port has exploded. The firefighters went to control the scene, but a new type of bomb was found in the surrounding residential area. A team has already gone there, but they just received word that they couldn't dismantle it."

The fire brigade captain's face changed drastically: "Where is your captain Tsuruta?"

"Captain Tsuruta was injured while on duty last night." Matsuda Jinpei frowned, took a step forward with his long legs, and stepped into the car in three or two steps, "Let's go first."

Hagiwara Kenji looked at the fire brigade captain and said, "Captain Adachi, can you roughly determine the source of the fire?"

Captain Anda looked at the flames that were gradually shrinking: "No, I have never seen such a strange fire."

In the ambulance, Kuroda Bei had a bandage wrapped around his neck. A public security official was sitting on the side, waiting for instructions: "We have begun collecting fingerprint information. Mr. Kuroda, please forgive me for my rudeness, but did you see the face of the person who attacked you?"

Kuroda Bei raised his hand with a serious expression, signaling the other party to stop talking. He frowned and asked sharply, "What did the people in the Explosion Unit say? Report the details to me immediately!"

The police officer quickly straightened up and answered respectfully, "The Explosives Division said that the bombs found this time were time bombs. They are quite powerful, but because of their small number, they cannot cause the entire building to collapse completely. Moreover, it seems that some smoke bombs were mixed in with these bombs, which is why the scene looks like a mess with thick smoke."

Hearing this, Kuroda nodded slightly, indicating that he had understood the general situation. He cleared his throat, but his voice was very hoarse, obviously due to being exposed to smoke for a long time. Then he asked, "Is there anyone else injured?"

The police officer answered without hesitation: "Sir, we have not received any news of other injuries."

Kurodabei breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "Where are the documents on my desk?"

The public security officer still had no expression on his face, but quickly handed an evidence bag to Kuroda. After Kuroda took the bag, he carefully opened the seal on it, then put his nose close to it and sniffed it gently. Apart from a strong smell of smoke, he did not detect any other unusual smells.

Finally, Kuroda Bei put down the evidence bag in his hand, looked around, and asked again: "Where is Inspector Chayama? I want to see him."

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