Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

I spent a day at Universal Studios with Mao Lilan and a few others. In fact, we finished all the attractions in just one morning. In the afternoon, we watched the floats and a few small performances and then left and went to Osaka Castle.

Hattori Heiji was surprised that Nagai Hikaru came this time: "It's rare, I thought your guardian wouldn't let you come this time."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. Where is that delicious Okonomiyaki you mentioned? Take us to eat first." Nagai Mitsuru pushed Hattori Heiji. He was mentally exhausted from complaining about his strict guardian to each of them.

"But I really didn't expect that Nichimi TV also invited Uncle Mori." Toyama Kazuha sighed.

"Is it a waka competition?" Mao Lilan thought, "That competition seems to be very grand in Osaka."

Amuro Toru was surprised: "That match was broadcast live on Nichimi TV, right? I remember the preliminaries to the finals were all broadcast live. Are you going to watch that?"

"Yes." Mao Lilan nodded, "Professor Agasa and the others will also be here tomorrow. By the way, Xiaoguang, where is Mr. Hamura?"

"He drove the car here and will arrive tonight," explained Mitsuru Nagai.

"Why don't you just rent a car here? Or you can call a taxi if you want to use the car." Hattori Heiji asked curiously.

"I originally said it would be convenient to buy a car here, but Shuichi insisted on driving over. He seemed to have a lot of luggage to bring." Nagai Hikaru said helplessly, "From my clothes to my cosmetics, he seemed a little over-prepared."

Amuro Toru laughed quietly beside him: "This is really..."

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The next day, the Mori family and Hattori went to Nichimi TV, and Nagai Hikaru received a request from Rum to meet him.

When they arrived at the private room of the Japanese restaurant, Mitsuru Nagai asked Toru Amuro and Shuichi Hamura to wait outside before he went in alone.

Rum sat cross-legged at the main seat at the low table, tumbling a black chip in his hand. When he saw Nagai Mitsuru come in and the door behind him closed, he smiled and said, "I admit that I did make a mistake. Bordeaux, you've already won. Can you tell me whether the undercover list is true or false?"

"Guess?" Nagai Mitsuru knelt down opposite Rum with a smile. He took the teapot and teacup beside him and poured himself a cup of tea, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he shook the cup and played with it.

Rum looked outside the door: "Bourbon and Hamura...they were the ones I wanted."

"Shuichi too?"

"Not long after Hamura joined the organization, I wanted to ask for a code name for him and let him join the intelligence team." Rum flicked the black chip to the middle of the table, "But he directly asked to serve you, which is interesting, although he worked under Cointreau for a while. I checked, he should not have seen you before."

"A beauty like me or an old man like you, I think anyone with a normal mind would know which one to choose." Nagai Mitsuru put down his teacup, took the chip and turned it around between his fingers. "Last time we had a fair deal, and you got your cards in trouble."

"I don't know what kind of magic potion you gave that gentleman. I believe he was not deceived by your face. It's just strange, is there some real and some fake on that list, or are they all fake?" Rum's face darkened. "It doesn't matter how much trouble we make for this big tree of the organization, but you can't cut off the roots of the tree just to win me."

"You sound really loyal, but it would be childish to try to seduce the boss through these recordings." Nagai Mitsuru raised the tea and suddenly splashed it on Rum's face, "Idiot!"

This action was too sudden. Rum was totally unprepared and was splashed in the face. He was stunned for a few seconds and angrily slammed the table: "Bordeaux! What do you mean?! Don't think you can be so unruly just because you are favored by the boss and Gin!"

"There's nothing I can do. I just can't look at you in a good face. Just give up Honshu Island and I can let you live out your old age in Okinawa." Nagai Mitsuru looked down at his new short manicure, which had a black background and a red maple leaf pattern, which was very suitable for the current weather.

"Bordeaux!" Rum stood up and wiped the tea dripping from his face. "If you think this can anger me, then you underestimate my self-cultivation over the years."

Nagai Mitsuru raised his hand to cover his mouth and laughed: "Yes, the useless old man can only show off his so-called experience. Who knows if it is a history of humiliation? But he shamelessly said that it was a life experience of knowing shame and then being brave."

Nagai Hikaru raised his head with a look of contempt, "It's better not to have an experience like this where someone throws tea at you."

Rum clenched his fists. "Are you so confident that you'll be safe in Osaka?"

"So you're here to kill me? How many of your men are willing to sacrifice their lives for you?" Nagai Mitsuru tilted his head slightly, "Let me think about it, Binga?"

"I have more codename members than just these few."

"So what? If your subordinates continue to be rubbish, it will only take one shot. They might be like Curacao, guys who can be easily stained with other colors."

Rum kicked the table over, turned around, opened the paper door and strode out. When he reached the door, he said, "Osaka is not like Tokyo where you have Gin to protect you. I heard that you have had two concussions. Don't fall down like a fool next time."

After saying that, he left with a gloomy face.

Amuro Toru, who was outside, hurried into the house and looked at the overturned table, the broken teapot and teacups on the floor, and the innocent-looking Nagai Hikaru sitting next to him: "Did they quarrel?"

"He has a really bad temper." Nagai Mitsuru took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea off his hands.

Amuro Toru picked up the teapot and smelled it: "There's something in it."

"Don't worry, I didn't drink." Nagai Hikaru lowered her head and adjusted the hem of her skirt before she placed her hand on the hand that Amuro Toru handed over and propped herself up to stand up. "He probably wants me to admit that I tampered with the list in Curacao. If I'm not mistaken, he probably kept recording on his phone or was on the phone somewhere over there." Nagai Hikaru looked at the teapot in Amuro Toru's hand. "Now our phones can be protected from eavesdropping devices and the like, so he can only tamper with the phone he carries with him."

Amuro Toru threw the teapot on the ground, and it rolled a few times and hit the overturned table leg: "He probably flipped the table to break the teapot so that you wouldn't see the problem, but I didn't expect the quality of this teapot to be surprisingly good."

Nagai Hikaru took Amuro Toru's arm and said, "Let's go. I have a bad feeling. Let's go to Nichimi TV."

"Do you think he will do that to Mr. Mori and the others?" Toru Amuro was a little surprised.

"To be honest, my weaknesses are sometimes really obvious." Nagai Mitsuru suddenly stopped on his way out, looking at Amuro Toru with some fear and some complexity, "I... I told you before to stay away from your relatives and friends before you joined the organization... I..."

Feeling the hand holding his arm tighten subconsciously, Amuro Toru smiled at Nagai Hikaru in a soothing manner: "It's okay, Mr. Maori and others are considered celebrities. There are rules in the organization. We have to be prepared when we take action against those who may expose us. We will not act rashly."

"But Shinichi was also very famous back then..." Nagai Hikaru turned around and let go of Amuro Toru's arm, then quickly trotted out, "Shuichi, hurry up, drive to the Nichimi TV building."

They arrived at the Nichiren TV building very quickly. At that moment, a large crowd of people was gathered downstairs, and it seemed that they had just been evacuated from the building.

Hamura Shuichi went to inquire about it and came back saying, "Someone sent a warning of the explosion to the TV station."

"Explosion...preview?" Nagai Mitsuru hurriedly took out his cell phone and started dialing.

After getting through to Mao Lilan, Nagai Mitsuru breathed a sigh of relief. After finding their location, he ran over to them and counted the heads: "Are you all here? Where's Conan?"

"Here." Conan ran over with a skateboard in his arms, "Sister Xiaoguang, I'm here."

Nagai Mitsuru ran over, picked him up and hugged him. Just when he was feeling relieved, there was a loud bang from the building behind him, and countless glass fragments and stones fell down.

Conan's face turned pale: "Hattori, Hattori is still inside..."

Nagai Hikaru turned back suddenly: "Are you sure?"

The police and firefighters have already started to evacuate the crowd. Conan struggled in Nagai Hikaru's arms: "Xiao Guang, let me go. I have to go up and save people."

Nagai Mitsuru angrily held him down and said, "How are you going to save it? You are just a child now! There is such a big fire up there."

"Xiao Guang!" Conan grabbed Nagai Guang's hand and looked into his eyes seriously, "Hattori and the others are in there, I have to save him. Believe me, I can do it. I can save him!"

Nagai Mitsute relaxed a little: "With such a big fire, we don't know if there will be a second explosion. Where do you get the confidence from?"

Conan struggled to break free from Nagai Mitsuru, stepped on the skateboard and flew out: "I have his location, trust me."

Nagai Hikaru panicked and ran to catch up. Amuro Toru grabbed his hand from behind and said, "Don't go!"

"Conan! But Conan!"

"I'll go!" Amuro Toru looked determined and was about to run inside.

At this time, Hamura Shuichi ran over, pushing a wheelchair to Amuro Toru's side, and casually threw a controller to him: "Conan went into the tall building next to it, and the elevator in that building is still usable. Mr. Amuro, thank you for your help."

Amuro Toru, who had taken care of Nagai Hikaru for a few days when he suffered a concussion, knew how to use this wheelchair and was more or less aware of the black technology inside it. He nodded, laid the back of the wheelchair flat, sat on it, and controlled the wheelchair. Before the police could react, he followed Conan and rushed into the building at a speed that was not inferior to his skateboard.

"...Do you need me to pretend to stop you, Miss?" asked Shuichi Hamura with a smile.

Nagai Hikaru looked at Mao Lilan and the Junior Detective League who had been taken away by the police, and glanced at Hamura Shuichi speechlessly: "You even brought that wheelchair."

"Because I'm really worried that Miss will have another concussion." Hamura Shuichi pushed his glasses innocently, "Rum?"

"It shouldn't be. He has my people under him, and no one has given me this information." Nagai Mitsuru shook his head.

"Then let's check where these explosives came from."

"Well, with so much explosives, no matter how they were made or how they were transported, it's impossible to hide it from my information network." Nagai Hikaru took out his cell phone and turned on the screen. "Rum must have helped erase all traces of the black market transactions."