Casablanca dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

The bartender in uniform returned to the bar, and immediately took out a bottle of strong whiskey from the wine cabinet reaching the ceiling.His movements are very skillful, with a wonderful sense of rhythm in his gestures.Amber liquor flowed from the slightly inclined mouth of the bottle, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine permeated the air.The most original spiciness is paired with caramel, dried fruit, vanilla and other flavors, which are distinct and entangled with each other.

The square glass with the hockey puck was only filled with one-third of the wine, and then it was delivered to the guests.

Not long after, the melodious Irish bagpipes sounded in the store, and the pleasant light music turned into a tacit signal for each other.

"Hey, this mask is ridiculous enough." Gin, who was facing away from the light source, was holding a lit cigarette, and the angular face under the brim of the hat was shrouded in blurred shadows.He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and his eagle-like pupils lit up with a dangerous scarlet.

"Are the cadres of the port mafia so strange?"

Qianli: "..."

"What about something?"

--thing?what?

Qianli narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed across his clear pupils.That bastard who sneaks around all the year round!Apart from sending him a coordinate, he didn't even explain the task clearly.

"Not urgent."

"Oh?" Gin slowly raised his head, and the facial features hidden in the shadows were clearly exposed in the other person's eyes. "Is this your sincerity?"

"Be patient, Gin." The right hand resting on the edge of the table tapped on the table without haste, Qianlifu spoke again the moment the movement stopped. "I'll take this cup."

Gin raised his eyebrows and sneered, and put out the cigarette that was only one-third burnt in the ashtray. "Be careful, Death."

"This is the stronghold of the organization. In the future, if there is anything to do, you can pass the news to the above through the bartender." Qianli Yi pointed out.

"yes……"

After half a minute of silence, the soft music was mixed with the melodious sound of wind chimes, and the deserted bar ushered in new guests.

The two people in the corner looked sideways at the same time, the new face to Qin Jiu was very familiar to Qianli.A white coat was casually covered over a black suit, and it was Takahashi Kazuko who had faded from his disguise.

"Master Qianli." The man who had recovered his original appearance stood one meter away from table No. 7 with his head bowed, showing obvious respect in his movements: "I have prepared the 'gift' you ordered."

Qianli who was at a loss: "... I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Mr. Gin." Takahashi Kazuko took two steps forward, and handed the gift box with black background and silver border to the target of this trip with both hands. "It's the first time I've met you. I'm Kazuko Takahashi, the direct subordinate of Senri-sama. Please take care of me in the future."

Gin remained silent and did not answer, his sharp gaze shifted from the man's face to the so-called 'gift'.The boxy box is wrapped with a dark green ribbon, and there is a cross-shaped bow tied in the center.

"Aren't you going to take it apart and have a look?" Qianli tilted his head, and said casually, "Don't worry, I never use bombs to kill people."

The crystal vase containing jasmine was moved to the edge of the table, and a flannelette was carefully placed inside the open gift box.A pair of pure black gloves lay quietly on the flannel, and the delicately textured leather glowed softly under the light.Qin Jiu subconsciously looked at the hands of the masked youth. If he remembered correctly, the gloves worn by the other party were exactly the same as the pair in front of him.

"What's the meaning."

Qianli, who finally sorted out the ins and outs, made a note to Mori Ogai in his heart, and at the same time he explained with a normal expression: "The token, as a symbol of your joining the port mafia."

After finishing the errand task, Takahashi greeted Hikaru and left the bar. He took the gloved gin and took out the cigarette case and lit one for himself.

"Change place."

...cautious, suspicious by nature.

Qianli made a gesture: "Please."

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The back door of 'Jas/mine' leads to a seldom-traveled one-way street, and a wall several meters high separates it from a large area of ​​old buildings awaiting demolition.

The two walking side by side always kept a close distance. If one of them suddenly attacked, the other could launch an effective counterattack in a short time.

After walking forward for a certain distance, Gin turned into a dark alley, where a black Porsche 356A was parked.The lights flashed, and he opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Qianli hesitated for a moment, and chose the seat on the right rear, and Gin handed him a heavy kraft paper bag as soon as he got in the car.It took me a while to read the file and reinstall it.Qianli raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror, where the eyes of the two met.

"When did you notice it?"

"A month ago."

"...I originally thought that the wealth accumulated by the Black Organization over the years was incomparably rich."

"Ah, someone moved the organization's property, and it only took a week."

Ever since he got the information about the leader's replacement at the summer auction, the thoughtful Gin started an in-depth investigation alone.In less than half a month, he confirmed this fact through some clues, and the gentleman he had been loyal to was a fake.

The information handed over to the port mafia was an unexpected surprise during the investigation. Gin almost doubted his eyes when he first got it.A transnational criminal organization with industries in Europe and America was actually evacuated in just one week, and the ledgers on the surface were also meaningless fakes.

Chisato edited an email to inform Mori Ogai of the situation, but this time they were one step too late.

"Any other discoveries?"

"Yes." Gin took out a palm-sized piece of paper from his coat pocket, with a grinning mouse head printed on it.

—The rat of the dead house? !

Qianli frowned slightly, his expression gradually becoming serious.Although not directly approached, this notorious gang of underground thieves are like sewer rats.The background is unknown, the composition of the members is unknown, "he" or "they" have been hiding in the shadow of darkness and active all over the world from beginning to end.

"Stop all investigations, Gin."

"Are you underestimating me? Death, God."

"This is an order from the cadres."

"Tsk, it's really annoying."

"I'm sorry if I offended you. This matter is over, and you have more important work to do next."

The phone screen lit up again, and Mori Ogai's reply was concise and clear. After reading it, Qianli said 'Congratulations'.

Gin looked up at the rearview mirror, urging the other party to continue talking with his eyes.

"From today onwards, you are a candidate for the new cadre of the Port Mafia, temporarily incorporated into the Guards. After a period of familiarity, you will be assigned a formal position. Do you need to restore your real name?"

"Do not."

"How about 'Browning'?"

"not so good."

"'Bur/Letta', the code name for killing him is yours."

"Oh, clean up the traitors?"

"Yeah, he's been having a bit of trouble with the friends he's made lately."

Before getting out of the car, Chisato received a second email from Mori Ogai, so he closed the car door again with a cold face.

"New task, next you need to go to the Polo Coffee Shop in Mihuacho 5-chome, and hand over the criminal evidence and member list of the Black Organization to one of the clerks. Takahashi Kazuko, who I met before, will assist you throughout the process , he is a doctor by profession and is proficient in disguise."

"……reason?"

"Since there is only an empty shell that has been infiltrated by people, it is better to solve it completely. You don't want to have to deal with the pursuit of your former colleagues in the future, do you? The leader of the transaction will contact you. You should be familiar with that clerk That's right, code-named Bourbon, and his real identity is an undercover agent sent by the Japanese public security to the Black Organization."

Gin: "..."

"I recommend Jas/mine for a drink, good luck."

On the way back from the original road, Qianli met an old lady with silver hair, hunched over and faltering.She seemed to have poor eyesight. She was leaning on a badly worn cane in her left hand, and her right hand supported the moss-covered wall from time to time.It can be inferred from her appearance that she is about 70 years old, and there are light brown age spots on the back of her veined hands.

The moment the two passed by, Qianli quickly turned around and knocked the man unconscious with a knife, and the old lady who fell head-on fell into a coma immediately.

When elderly people walk on crutches, the crutches usually land first, but this agile pretender stepped out with his right foot first.

Qianli turned his head to look behind him, and the silver-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth was standing there watching with cold eyes.

"You're going to 'Jas/mine'?"

Qin Jiu avoided answering: "Looking for you?"

"Unfortunately, it's your guest." After speaking, Qianli pointed to the 'old lady' lying on the ground. "Throw it to the bartender there. He's from the Intelligence Department, and he's better at interrogation than bartending."

"No need, I will try it myself."

Watching Gin carry him into the bar, Qianli looked up at the fence several meters high.

This is it, since you delivered it to your door...

The young man wearing a cat mask took off the miniature signal transmitter stuck to the corner of his clothes with a half-smile, and crushed it into powder with his fingertips. His extraordinary hearing allowed him to catch a short breath sound.

In the next second, he tapped his toes and jumped up, landing without making any sound.Like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, its movements are light and elegant.

The short knife against his throat made Conan's face turn pale, and his shirt was soaked in cold sweat in just a breath.Although Xiao Ai has repeatedly reminded him that dealing with the black organization is very dangerous, but the experience of escaping from desperation made him underestimate this opponent and overestimate himself.

will die!He didn't even see when this person appeared!

"Edogawa Conan?"

Qingyue's voice rang out from behind him, and the short child shuddered. "Brother, big brother, I, I was just looking for my football... You, did you see it? My uncle, he, he is still waiting for me at the intersection."

"Ah, I saw it." Qianli leaned slightly, and said in a cold tone: "I was picked up by a guy named Edogawa Ranpo."

——Edogawa Ranpo? !

Before Conan could think about it, the pain from the back of his neck made his eyes go dark.

Qianli put away the short knife and picked up the child with one hand. "You should be glad you didn't install a bug."

Half an hour later, the Armed Detective Agency received an anonymous courier from the same city—a tightly packed large cardboard box.Recipient: Ranpo Edogawa.

"For me?" The detective, who was sitting cross-legged on the desk and eating snacks, suddenly became interested, and rushed towards the courier waiting at the door with bright eyes.On the way, he stuffed the empty packaging bag into the hands of Atsushi Nakajima, and the latter turned around and threw it into the trash can as usual.

After signing for the receipt, Edogawa ran around the carton twice.Immediately, he took out his black-rimmed glasses and put them on again. The detective's unique intuition told him that this was a big surprise.

Members who had nothing to do gathered around one after another, and Osamu Dazai, who fished every day, took Kunikida Doppo's utility knife along with him.

"Dazai, come back to me, you haven't handed in last week's mission report!"

"Next time for sure~."

When Edogawa Conan woke up from the coma, he saw five or six heads crowded together.Among them, the young man wearing black-rimmed glasses was staring at him with a very familiar look, and he kept saying 'that's how it is', 'interesting', 'rejuvenating? '...

Let me die, right now.