Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3112: 3116 [The collapsed black organization]

the other side.

The organization’s logistics base.

The capable general looked at the new request sent by Calvados: "..." Heart, psychologist?
It's OK to ask for a house, as long as you have money you can always find one. But a psychologist... where can we find such a person in the organization now?
It is normal for cadres walking in the dark world to be suspicious of everything, and few people can safely entrust themselves to a psychologist.

Because the demand is not as great as imagined, the organization does not employ that many doctors.

The number of doctors is already very small, and a few of them died accidentally. The rest are either on business trips or have been transferred to other places after hearing the news. Occasionally, there are a few who slip through the net, but they are also the exclusive doctors of some adults. It is impossible to give them to everyone...

After a moment of headache, the capable assistant looked at the supervisor who was passing by casually and whispered to confirm: "Um, do we have a psychologist now?"

Supervisor: “!” Here it comes!
He put down his coffee cup and looked at his subordinate through the misty lenses. The more he looked, the more he felt that this guy might have another boss.

"Think about it carefully. Maybe the murder just now was actually this guy seeking help from 'that thing' under the guise of work... and now, he wants to ask me for a psychiatrist as a reward for that cadre's action?"

"Humph, eating and taking at the same time, you are really an expert at getting something for nothing."

The supervisor sneered in his heart and wanted to spit a mouthful of coffee on the head of this once capable man, and then tell him to get lost as far away as possible... But of course, a mature and rational member of the organization would not do such a thing.

So in the end, the supervisor just put the coffee cup back on the table, and then asked casually: "What do you want this for? You've been in a bad mood recently?"

"It's not me, it's Calvados who needs it." The capable officer sighed sympathetically, "I checked his recent experience, and he can be said to be entangled in many cases... In this situation, it is inevitable that his mental state will have problems."

"Oh?" The supervisor thought about it and felt that this explanation was actually quite reasonable. He calmed down a little and crossed his arms to think.

——If it was just Calvados who needed it, it would be easy to handle and we could just get away with it.

But if that thing really wants...

Compared with other departments of the organization, the casualty rate of logistics is undoubtedly very low. As long as the supply channels are maintained and no illegal transactions are carried out on a whim, this work is not likely to go wrong.

In the eyes of ordinary citizens, they are lawless lunatics. In the eyes of lawless lunatics, they are even bigger lawless lunatics standing at the top of the food chain... The only threat comes from within, but the cadres of the organization need the support of the backers, and they will not conflict with the logistics department if they have nothing to do. Even if there is a conflict, because the organization strictly prohibits internal fighting, few people will come to the door with guns to cause trouble.

In short, for a long time, the supervisor has always felt that as long as he does his job conscientiously, his personal safety will be at the top of the darkness.

...until that rumor came out.

No one can tell whether it was an accident, bad luck, or being killed by one of their own people. In short, from some point in time, the probability of members of the organization encountering "accidents" quietly increased.

And the increasingly famous "death base" is right before our eyes, and those who know about it cannot help but pay attention.

This feeling of not knowing when something might happen to you, and even if you do, you can only leave with injustice, makes the supervisor, who has lived in comfort for so long, feel fear for the first time in a long time.

"If I had really met that cadre face to face, I might not be so timid. But I have only heard of 'rumors'... Sigh, I know that the rumors may be exaggerated, but I have to be on guard. When will this day end?"

The supervisor pressed his brows tiredly and ended his brief brainstorming. He thought for a moment and said to the most pressing issue in front of him:
"Doctors are very busy these days, so it should be difficult for them to make time. I will email them to ask when they are free. As for Calvados, you should go and talk to him first, so that he doesn't have to worry."

Let's wait a few days and see the attitude of this confidant - if Calvados really just wants a psychiatrist, then he won't be too anxious. If he is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot... then this confidant is 100% a serious confidant.

The supervisor pushed up his glasses, and a shrewd reflection flashed across the lenses.

……

Bright Apartment.

It had been a while since Calvados sent the message and he finally received a reply.

However, when I opened it, there was no time and place for an appointment with a psychologist as before, but instead a long string of extremely polite text.

Calvados looked at the email in his mailbox that filled up the entire screen. The summary was just one sentence: "No doctor available at the moment. Looking for one. Please be patient." "…"

"They can't get guns, they have to rent a temporary base, and they have to find a psychiatrist... What's going on with the logistics of this group in Tokyo? Are they having financial difficulties? Are they going to go bankrupt?"

A sniper was very puzzled, but he was also familiar with the logistics style - since such a reply was given, it was probably true.

After a moment of confusion, he sighed, put away his phone and thought alone: ​​"They explained the gun and the base before, so I won't talk about it for now. As for the doctor..."

Calvados stared at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly found a possible reason: "The crime rate here is relatively high. I must be more than one unlucky person involved in an accident. If that's the case, it's no wonder that psychiatrists are in short supply."

"In that case, let's just wait in line. I'm not in a hurry anyway." Calvados threw away his phone and stopped thinking about these troublesome things. He took out a photo album of Chris Wynyard from his luggage, and while flipping through it, he quickly fell asleep peacefully.

As he fell asleep, the collection of clippings slid aside, revealing a beautiful face on the pages.

The owner of this face had just torn off his disguise and was sitting in front of the computer, typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"It's done."

After replying to the last email with a fictitious address, Vermouth hit the enter key with her little finger and revealed a sly smile amid the crisp sound of the keyboard.

"Sometimes, I should really learn from that child, prescribe the right medicine for the right disease, and plan the right actions according to the characteristics of each person."

She stretched herself and opened a bottle of red wine comfortably. "There's no need to confront him head-on. If you think about it carefully, Wu Zo has never been averse to traveling. As long as I set a goal that is interesting enough, he will naturally stay away from here, leaving enough space for me to act."

(End of this chapter)