Special A-level danger warning

Unable to restrain himself from wanting to find clues to solve the case, Conan sneaked away from Mao Lilan, and searched all over the hotel by himself on the grounds of going to the bathroom.

Although it is indeed suspicious to come to such a remote place to answer the phone at this time, it is not impossible, and there is no need to pay attention to it.

It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. He originally wanted to leave directly, but amidst the loud scolding on the other party's mobile phone, he heard something that made him nervous.

Although there are a few words that I don't understand what they mean, others such as Mafia, leader, important transactions, etc., are all language words that ordinary people cannot touch in their daily lives.

Conan touched the heart that was beating a little fast, tensed his nerves, and persuaded himself to continue listening with the excuse of "this Mafia has something to do with the black organization".

Then, the more I listened, the bigger my head became, and the cold sweat grew more and more.

According to the grumpy person on the phone, the person who answered the phone seemed to be accompanying the leader of Mafia to the hot spring hotel for vacation, but they needed to go back to deal with some important matters.

After listening to a series of fierce words from the other party cursing their own leader, they also accidentally heard the full name of this organization-Port Mafia.

The worst thing is that he heard about this organization from Toru Amuro, who is an undercover public security agent, and he knew that Port Mafia was the leader of the Yokohama gang, and its influence radiated the entire Kanto region.

Unlike the nature of the Black Organization's cross-border terrorist operations, Port Mafia is a large-scale organization with more brutal means than it, and it is a legal association.

This means that as long as there is no decisive evidence that is enough to send all high-level personnel to prison, the various methods of this Yakuza organization are basically not restricted by the law.

Now according to what the other party said, the leader of Mafia is actually in this hot spring hotel?

Conan forced himself to calm down and tried his best to turn his frightened mind.

Of course, he would not believe that the leader of Mafia was related to the murder, but he knew why the police did not investigate the residents.

Who would have known that the leader of Mafia at the port was mixed among the residents? Hey!

As soon as he finished complaining about this point in his heart, Conan heard that the other party seemed to have ended the call, and seemed to want to go through the corridor to the hall, but he paused abruptly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a short pause, steady footsteps sounded and were getting closer.

He held his breath, his eyes wide open without daring to blink, and he quietly pressed against the back wall of the corner of the corridor, restraining himself from making any noise.

It can be roughly judged who the eavesdropper is, Feng Xinzhi's expression is as usual, his face is slightly cold, and his kite-colored eyes seep into the cool night, which is enough to make people feel a slight chill in their hearts.

Although it is not enough to kill people, but it is still necessary to keep the smaller Mr. Detective shut up so as not to reveal their identities.

Just as Conan was holding his breath and trying his best to hope that the other party would not find him, he heard the other party's footsteps stop in the aisle only two or three meters away from him.

If it weren't for the cover of the wall, he would have been completely exposed to the other party's sight.

But at this tense moment, he heard the cold voice of the other party, and before he was surprised by the youthfulness of the voice, he was shocked by what he heard, and fear grew instantly.

"Mafia treats those who steal internal information in various ways, including but not limited to wiretapping, either directly killing them or throwing them into the torture department. There are generally no exceptions."

The emotion on Feng Xinzhi's face was light and faint, and he didn't deliberately target it. His eyes calmly looked at the wall at the corner that was close at hand, and his voice was indifferent.

"Especially the information about the leader."

"Have you figured out what to do?"

Generally, there are no special cases, but if it shows a certain value of its own, it is not impossible to let it go.

However, it depends on how much the value is.

There was no response for a few breaths after the voice fell, Feng Xinzhi waited patiently, giving the other party enough time to think.

After all, he is a fan who has been autographed by Mr. Ranpo, so he should be given preferential treatment no matter what.

"...I don't think I can escape."

Feeling that he has short arms and short legs, there is no possibility of escaping, and considering that the other party stopped for him to think, Conan gritted his teeth and decided to move out of the corner to face the dangerous person.

What if we could talk about it.

However, the moment he saw the face on the other side, he knew it was over, and the matter suddenly became more serious.

If it wasn't for his glasses suddenly becoming scratchy or dizzy from nervousness, this should be the person staying next to Mr. Ranpo.

At that time, he looked at it several times, and wondered if this person was a detective like Mr. Ranpo.

However, the reality tells him that this person is not only not a detective, but also a hidden member of Mafia, who is staying with the leader of Mafia at the port.

So, there is only one truth-

The image of Mr. Ranpo stuffing the book into this man's hand flashed in Conan's mind. Although it was unbelievable, he had to come to such a conclusion.

The famous detective is just one face of Mr. Ranpo. Just as the phantom thief basically has a double identity, the other side of Mr. Ranpo is the ruthless and cruel Mafia.

This has completely overturned his understanding of Mr. Ranpo, and it has reached the point where it is enough to shatter the three views.

Mr. Ranpo is the leader of Port Mafia.

This conclusion made Conan suffocated for a while, just like years of beliefs were violently smashed and then forcibly spliced ​​​​and reassembled, revealing a breath of collapse everywhere.

At least, he couldn't recover temporarily, his eyes were so dull that he couldn't move.

If he breaks through this big secret, he will definitely be silenced, he will definitely be!

Looking at Conan with a strange expression in front of him, Feng Xinzhi always felt that the other party's mind was thinking of something beyond his expectations.

He lowered his eyes slightly, carefully recalled every scene related to the other party in his memory, tried to substitute it, and then suddenly connected to the other party's brain wave frequency.

For a while, Feng Xinzhi's eyes became more subtle, and he glanced at Conan several times. He really didn't expect this kind of development.

This brain hole is so simple that even he couldn't recover for a while, let alone the person who came to this conclusion.

It's not that he belittles Mr. Ranpo, but if Mr. Ranpo is really in charge of Yokohama Kuroko, it is estimated that the five cadres of Mafia at the port will not only be the bodyguards to protect the leader's safety, but also be responsible for booing the leader, taking care of the leader, and buying for the leader. Babysitting for sweets and more.

Just, I really don't know how to judge this mind-blowing idea. After all, there is not much disturbing information. How come the other party's thinking is confused at a young age.

Feng Xinzhi calmly looked at Conan who seemed to be still struggling in the brainstorming, and had some new ideas in his heart.

It's okay to make mistakes, there is no need to correct and explain.

Although Mr. Luanpo's reputation was murdered, others don't know about it. Even if this guy later realizes that he made a wrong conclusion, it's his own problem, no one else's fault.

Thinking of this, Feng Xinzhi's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned against the edge of the wooden door leaf, the ends of his slightly long hair swaying gently with the wind, brushing across his delicate eyebrows and face, whispering.

"What reason do you have to convince me not to kill you?"

To Conan, the slightly shallow voice was no less than the devil's murmur, and he didn't even have such a creepy feeling when he was sniped by the black organization's gin.

Obviously the person in front of him just said a few words and didn't do anything like point a gun at his head, but under the gaze of the other person's emotionless eyes, he would feel a little palpitating for no reason.

His own value is the only bargaining chip he has to persuade the other party, but he doesn't think that an ordinary high school student like himself has the ability to make the other party let go.

The ability to solve cases and reasoning is nothing compared to Mr. Ranpo... Wait, Mr. Ranpo!

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Conan was quick to think, and hurriedly said all the reasons he had thought up, speaking very fast.

"I know that Mr. Ranpo is working in a detective agency in Yokohama. I... can apply for a job as a detective and help Mr. Ranpo share some tasks that he is not interested in!"

Age is not a problem. Seeing that the other party doesn't seem to treat a seven or eight-year-old child at all, you can probably know that your identity has been exposed.

After all, he is the person who follows Mr. Ranpo, and his disguised identity really does not stand up to careful scrutiny, so it is not surprising that he is seen.

In addition, if he remembered correctly, the detective agency was called the Armed Detective Agency, and the coordinates happened to be located in Yokohama.

He couldn't believe that a detective society located in Yokohama, which dared to name it directly with armed forces, had a member like Mr. Ranpo by such a coincidence. It must be a multi-layered protection mechanism for camouflage.

As expected of Mr. Ranpo, he was so thoughtful.

Feng Xinzhi: ...?

What are you talking about, why did you come up with such a weird reason.

He obviously just wanted to develop a dark side that was not so Mafia. Why is this guy so full of thoughts about applying for a job in a detective agency?

It doesn't seem right anywhere.

While Conan was waiting tremblingly, Feng Xinzhi was silent for a while before finally speaking out.

"The president of the detective agency is also in the hall. If you can get his approval, you can't let it go."

After he finished speaking, he began to ponder, and felt that there was something wrong with the development of this god.

... Forget it, leave the decision to Mr. Fukuzawa, although there is a high probability that he will not agree.

After a while, Feng Xinzhi brought Conan in front of Fukuzawa Yukichi and then resolutely withdrew and left, expressing that he did not want to get involved for the time being, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

Facing Fukuzawa Yukichi's serious face and overwhelming momentum, Conan tried his best to straighten himself up so that he would not be so intimidated, but his heart trembled a little.

As expected of someone from Mafia, how can ordinary people have such an aura.

He had no choice but to recommend himself bitterly. Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was opposite him, had a more serious face, but he was actually at a loss inside.

What is this kid talking about? No matter how short the detective agency is, it won't hire elementary school students.

"puff."

Strolling randomly, he glanced several times at Feng Xinzhi, who had returned to his seat, and glanced in the direction of the president by the way, and instantly understood the cause and effect, and then suddenly became very interested in it.

"How long do you think you can hide it if you don't wear it?"

At first glance, these words seemed to be purely asking for the superficial meaning, but Feng Xinzhi heard another meaning in his ears.

As long as he doesn't directly refute the other party's idea, he should be able to fool around for a long time.

"so……?"

Feng Xinzhi, who had basically expected what Mr. Ranpo was going to do, silently turned his face away, not looking at Conan who was anxious because of President Fukuzawa's refusal.

He always felt that what he did was like cheating the other party severely, and he felt so guilty.

Sure enough, Ranpo moved himself from the comfortable chair, walked cheerfully to the president's side and whispered a few words, successfully making Fukuzawa Yukichi nod solemnly.

After all, with the help of Mr. Ranpo, Conan, who finally got Fukuzawa Yukichi's approval, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ranpo delicately, and didn't know whether to put on an expression of awe or admiration.

"……really interesting."

On the side, Osamu Dazai's voice was slow but forced to reveal a neglected resentment, which made Feng Xinzhi's face show a slight smile.

"Although the words on that phone call were a bit fierce, Mr. Zhongyuan..."

Before the beginning of the sentence, Osamu Dazai immediately covered his face with the book and pretended to be dead again.

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