Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Gin lifted the carpet with disgust and opened the passage to the secret room.

The cement wall was covered with bullet holes, the candle in his hand was flickering, and the exhaust fan, which had been in disrepair for a long time, had long stopped working. Gin stared at the slowly dripping wax tears and calculated the time.

He was quite familiar with the situation in the basement and quickly searched several hidden corners. As the candlelight gradually went out, Gin immediately returned to the entrance of the passage.

There was nothing remarkable in the backyard. Apart from the half-human-high weeds, there were only dry plum tree branches that were almost swallowed by the weeds.

Gin turned and left without any attachment.

These are all things that perish, he thought.

There's nothing to see.

A strong wind blew by, rustling the courtyard. The black hem of the clothes rolled up fine dust and left quickly without any reluctance.

However, no one noticed that in the midst of desolation, there was a flower bud firmly attached to the charred and dry branch, just waiting for the arrival of winter as expected.

==

bar.

Lin Xiaochen sat in a booth near the door, paying close attention to every movement.

Zhu Fujingguang's slightly distorted voice came from the headset that had been silent for a long time: [Evacuate immediately, mission failed]

Lin Xiaochen stood up decisively, put the banknotes under the cup, and quickly pushed the door open and left.

"I heard an explosion." Lin Xiaochen narrowed his eyes and looked at the billowing smoke in the distance. "It was from the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department."

[Pramya suddenly launched an attack, and it is very likely that she has colluded with the Black Organization. ]

Zhu Fu Jingguang's breathing was a little unstable, and it seemed that he was talking while running.

[The so-called intelligence transaction is most likely a trap, Director Kuroda has seen it...]

"I know who he saw." Lin Xiaochen interrupted him, not caring at all whether it would expose the fact of his secret contact.

He said in a normal voice: "Luckily, I can get first-hand information."

【Forest!】

"Okay, we can't chat any more." Lin Xiaochen cut off the connection, with a genuine smile on his face, "Long time no see, Jundu."

==

When he received news from Kotani again, Furuya Rei was not as happy as others expected.

As secret workers, the two would not show intimacy or familiarity even when they met each other on weekdays. In recent years, the only private contact they had was when they were in the organization and were wearing the masks of Bourbon and Scotland.

Fūya Ling vaguely guessed the truth about Morifushi Keimitsu's exposure, and knew how difficult it was for him to hide his identity again over the years. Moreover, he did not know Morifushi Keimitsu's current situation. The two had no overlap in their work. For Morifushi Keimitsu's safety and his own safety, he did not consider private contact.

The two of them relied on occasionally eavesdropping on the casual conversations of their peers to learn every possible detail about each other.

So, when Rei Furuya saw the familiar symbol in the anonymous email in his inbox, he immediately realized that this was the code they had agreed upon as children, which meant - there is danger, please stay away from me.

Zhu Fu Jingguang is not a casual person. He would not joke about such things, especially since his identity is sensitive at the moment. It is even more impossible for him to contact him for such an ordinary matter, and moreover, it is such a highly suggestive hint.

There is only one thing that Zhufu Jingguang would risk telling.

Furutani Rei immediately pulled his baseball cap even lower, took off his jacket and put it on in front of him, walked through an unmanned blind spot where there was no surveillance, put his hat on backwards, and threw his jacket into the trash can, leaving only a thin beige T-shirt. In an instant, he restrained his aura, and his temperament changed drastically, as green as a college student who had just entered society.

He walked through narrow alleys and finally managed to get into another busy and bustling street.

He entered another busy street through the alley, but he did not dare to let his guard down. This busy street looked safe, but in fact it only took one person to shout "robbery" to easily create a riot and stop someone.

Furiya Ling bit his tongue unconsciously. A slight stinging sensation came, and the slight pain made his thoughts clearer and calmer.

His sharp eyes always kept a high level of alert, not letting go of every passerby around him. At the same time, he also cleverly used the reflection of the glass of the shop windows on the street to carefully observe whether there were any suspicious stalkers quietly following behind him.

The crowd slowly gathered in one place. Fōtani Rei felt uneasy. He restrained his breath and remained highly alert, while lowering his head slightly to hide himself in the crowd.

"What happened ahead? Why did the police block the road?" a man with a terrified face shouted.

The crowd around him echoed: "Yeah, why are there so many policemen? There are even fully armed special police! My God, look at what they are holding in their hands, those can't be real weapons!" another woman screamed.

At this time, someone said in a trembling voice: "Did you hear that loud noise just now? It was like an atomic bomb explosion. I thought the end of the world was coming!"

These words made the atmosphere more tense and fearful. Some timid people began to cry and mutter, "It's terrible. I want to go home... I want to go home! But why won't these policemen let us go?"

Then, another dissatisfied voice was heard: "That's right, those policemen can sit comfortably in the office all day and easily get performance-based wages, but now when something happens, they don't serve us ordinary people well! They are simply a group of salary thieves who eat for free! Why can't they even control such a riot?"

Others followed suit and complained, "That's right, society is becoming increasingly unsafe, with crime rates rising year by year. Don't they need to take some responsibility?"

As such accusations continued to emerge like a tide, the topic that originally focused on the incident itself gradually shifted, like a ship without a rudder drifting in the vast ocean.

People's focus is no longer limited to the truth and essence of things, but is being drawn further and further away by all kinds of speculation, rumors and groundless conjectures.

At the same time, people's emotions became increasingly excited, as if a powder keg had been lit.

Various negative emotions such as anger, dissatisfaction, and doubt are intertwined together, like a surging torrent, impacting everyone's mental defenses.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, with noisy voices and endless arguments. Some people even started pushing and shoving, and the scene was once in a state of uncontrollable chaos.

Amidst the noise and commotion, Fūya Rei frowned. He keenly noticed the unusual development of the situation. The logical loopholes and irrationalities in the accusations emerged in his mind one by one.

Someone is guiding public opinion, and the effect is significant.

Various conspiracy theories instantly emerged in Fūya Rei's mind, and he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He had a hunch that the organization was planning a major event.

Fūya Rei didn't care whether he would look weird if he squeezed out; he just wanted to get away and confirm some things.

"Bam—"

A clear gunshot brought a brief silence to the noisy crowd. Before Fūya Rei could react whether it was the plainclothes police who were in control of the situation, he heard several screams that resounded through the sky not far away.

Killing intent flashed in Fūya Rei's eyes. He looked up at the low buildings around him and didn't see any trace of snipers. He looked further away and saw the only tall building was dimly visible in the mist. The distance was already over 2000 yards. If the bullet really came from there, it was almost certain that the organization had taken action, and the range could be narrowed down to a few people, but even if it was just a few of them, the distance was really incredible.

Furutani Rei ran among the scattered crowd, constantly confirming the itineraries of several snipers organized in his mind.

Rye Whiskey was sent to Izu to carry out the mission. According to Rum, Gin will stay at the organization's base today. Cointreau's whereabouts are unknown and he is in Rice Flower.

Was it Cointreau who did it? But when did Cointreau's sniping skills become so good?

If Scotland once said that Cointreau's sniping skills were indeed average, he was better at assassination and infiltration.

Who is it then? The newcomer to the organization, Martell, or the recently stationed Wigger in Tokyo?

His face was gloomy. He finally squeezed to the edge and sideways into the alley, but he didn't expect that his every move would be seen by one person through the sniper scope.

"Isn't it interesting? Have you not played with guns so excitingly for a long time?"

"Indeed, I haven't played sniper for a long time."