Conan's Helping People

Chapter 143 Red and Black Reversal Part Five

After successfully escaping, Hinata rationally sat in the living room.

The bottle of wine was not crushed by Matsuda Jinpei, but remained intact on the table. At the same time, there was a birthday card stamped with a golden retriever.

At this point in time, there is no one at home.

He half-lyed on the table, staring at the bottle of wine that looked expensive at first glance, until the phone vibrated.

It was a call from a contact whose remark was 'white hair with different pupils and mandarin duck eyes'.

After answering, there was a sharp wind and a concise sentence.

"The undercover list has been obtained."

Hearing this voice, Hinata rationally searched in his mind, and found a corresponding image of a silver-haired police officer and a corresponding image of Fifty Points.

He asked, "No accidents?"

The other party snorted softly, "There are not many code members at all... How did you lure them away?"

"It's nothing to do with me," Hinata reasonably changed the subject, "but is the list that important?"

Even if they get the list, given the current situation in Tokyo, how should I put it, it feels like nothing will happen.

In particular, almost all the people at the 'like-minded' party were outstanding talents from the police camp.

The authorities will not directly pull these people up, it will also hurt themselves.

The silver-haired police officer lowered her tone, "Of course it will be useful."

She bit some words hard, "I know there are undercover agents in the police, but I didn't know there would be so many. The Tokyo Police Department alone has so many undercover agents, and many of them are even commended police officers."

"And before that, the police didn't even know they existed."

Not necessarily.

The higher-ups don't necessarily know that those who are members of the organization must know that there are many undercover agents in the police, and those who are not members of the organization also have smart people.

It's just that everyone didn't poke it.

Moreover, it is estimated that there are no Tokyo detectives in the undercover list.

In Tokyo, almost all detectives are members of the organization, and in other places, perhaps the best of the other professions are members of the organization.

In short, Hinata reasonably felt that the list was really useless, at most it was used to 'know that his cancer is terminal'.

But there was a police officer on the other side, an angry police officer, and he remained sanely silent.

The bottle of wine was still quietly placed on the table, Hinata took a reasonable look, took out the lunch box, and walked to the kitchen.

He poured the ice cubes into the sink, burned the disposable glove with a lighter, put on water, washed his hands and the bento box carefully, and asked the other party, "You haven't given the list to the police yet, have you?"

"Hey, how do you know?" Miss Police Officer subconsciously asked.

Because, the task of fifty points did not show completion.

"Guess," Hinata rationalized casually, "Then what are you doing now?"

So, Miss Police Officer talked about it, and after successfully getting the list, she was not found and no one chased her.

In the middle of the retreat, she received an urgent message that she was going to an izakaya to arrest someone.

Originally, Miss Police Officer didn't want to go, but her retreat route passed through that area.

When passing by a dark alley, she heard the sound of fighting inside.

A member of the organization is fighting with a guy who is fully covered.

It was originally a close situation, but for some reason, the member of the organization suddenly passed out.

The remaining one, I don't know who it is, first pointed out the police identity of the silver-haired police officer, and explained that the unconscious person was a member of the organization, and then left a sentence.

The silver-haired police officer lowered her voice, imitating the cold tone of the other party, "Let Hinata stay away from the members of the organization reasonably, and if she goes deeper into the wolf's lair, she will be swallowed."

Then added another message, "He lowered his voice and changed the original sound."

Being able to appear near the izakaya at that time and fight on par with members of the organization, Hinata thought about it, and a touch of silver appeared in his mind, especially when he was pouring the wine, the other party looked at him calmly.

He calmly said: "Ah, I know who it is, don't worry, there is no trap."

"...You really know him," the silver-haired police officer paused, "I asked him who he was, but he said, tell you this and you will understand."

After she finished speaking, she paused, "Isn't it the kind of criminal who is eyeing you again, the kind who knows you are doing me a favor, so you do me a favor and ask for attention?"

The silver-haired police officer retorted to herself, "No, I wasn't hurt. I'm not a criminal with an extreme sense of presence."

Of course it's not a criminal, but your kind, a police officer, and like you, with silver hair that leans toward white.

Hinata thought about it, but still didn't explain to the other party.

If the silver-haired police officer doesn't know, it means that the other party's authority is not in place. After the other party goes up a few more levels, she should know.

He changed the subject, "Then, did he escape successfully?"

"He avoided the other surrounded people and got away." The silver-haired police officer replied, "So who is he? I think he is a member of the organization."

The topic was turned back again.

"He is..." Hinata thought for a while, then continued, "Yes."

The silver-haired police officer was suspicious, "Then why did he help you?"

Hinata rationally sighed, and perfunctory boredly, "Maybe, it's because..."

The hands being washed came into view, and Hinata thought about the bottle of wine in the living room, Matsuda Jinpei, and the other party's wonderful dog logic.

He pondered for two seconds, and said decisively, "Because of the tacit understanding between the criminal and the detective."

Although the more he said, the more outrageous he became, but he also became more confident, "I helped him once before, and this time he is paying back the favor."

After finishing speaking, he already had a premonition of the outrageous logic that Miss Police Officer would beat him up in the air.

Sure enough, the other end of the phone fell silent immediately, until it was a little strangely quiet.

After about five or six seconds, when Hinata shook the phone in reasonable doubt, there was no response.

The silver-haired police officer said in an understanding tone: "It's the tacit understanding between the criminal and the detective. I see, that's no wonder."

...Then no wonder, isn't this excuse perfunctory enough? !Why would anyone believe it!
Could it be that he is abnormal?
"So that's how it is." Hyuga rationally changed the phone from one hand to another, washed the other hand, and then repeated what the other party said, in a perfunctory manner.

At the same time, he glanced around and made an estimate.

Well, the disposable gloves with anesthesia inside have been destroyed, and the hands covered with drugs have been cleaned.

There is still some residue on the phone, but wait another 12 hours and the potency will wear off.

During this period, if he touches the phone, he can't eat, otherwise, with his drug resistance, he will lose contact for three days.

"Is that so?" Miss Inspector repeated.

Ah, perfunctory was discovered again.

Hinata turned off the faucet rationally, walked back to the living room while shaking his hands, and changed the topic again, "By the way, who is that comatose organization member?"

"I just took off his mask, and I'm comparing it with the undercover agents on the list," said the silver-haired police officer. "The list is too long, and I'm just halfway through it."

"Besides, I know this guy. I met him at the police commendation ceremony."

Hinata paused for a few seconds reasonably, avoiding the point where the opponent's anger was rising, and then responded softly.

As he sat down at the table in the living room, he heard the voice of Miss Inspector talking to herself.

"Not the rye, FBI guy,"

"It's not Scotch, I saw him at the recognition ceremony too."

It was too slow, Hinata reached out reasonably, flicked the bottle of wine, and slowly read the name of the wine on it, "Na, Ben."

At the same time, Miss Police Officer also said: "Ah, it's Bourbon... Wait, how do you know?"

"I guess, you should give the list and the loot to the police first, I hung up." Hinata added reasonably, "Have a nice cooperation."

He lay on the table again, waiting for his parents to get off work, or for the Miyano sisters to leave school, or for the police to rush in and issue another request for help.

Mr. Bourbon who snatches other people's wine glasses, happy cooperation.

　Curacao - One more second and it will be revealed! (no
　　I originally planned to write about Hongqin and reasonable and tacit joints in detail.

　　Think about it or forget it, the front of Hongqin is hell——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)