Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Just now, when Kenji Hagiwara said he would come to support him, Jinpei Matsuda knew that the situation had changed, but he did not expect it to be like this. Since so many hostages were kidnapped, it meant that the number of bombs exceeded their expectations, and it would be a pipe dream to want to defuse all the bombs in the building.

When even the hostage information could not be guaranteed to be correct, the only option in less than an hour was to conduct a direct carpet search. They did not have the exact number of hostages, so they could only search as much as possible before being sure whether the other party would detonate the building prematurely, leaving time for the police to retreat.

This is the optimal solution at present. There is no guarantee that there will be no casualties, but we can only try to minimize the losses first.

He glanced at the crowd who were not about to leave but were scrambling to record videos with their cell phones raised. Among them were people who had just been rescued and reporters who were attracted by the incident. The camera flashes were more dazzling than the giant lights on top of the building.

The noisy screams, the whispers surrounding the incident, the excited looks, it seemed that this was not a matter of life and death, but something that could be used as a topic of conversation to show off.

Jinpei Matsuda pushed up his sunglasses to hide his unpleasant expression, and his gaze remained on Gojo Yoshiharu who was trying hard to command a limited number of people to maintain order - he was a little older and was quite tired from patrolling non-stop in recent days, and seemed a little laborious when running.

"Officer, what is the current situation? Are you evacuating now because the police intend to abandon the citizens inside? Excuse me--"

The microphone suddenly came into view, accompanied by the sound of a shutter button and flashing lights.

That's enough.

Matsuda Jinpei made a stop gesture, not wanting to respond to the intruder. It might be that Gojo-senpai was too busy to take care of her, so she took advantage of the situation. Although he was really annoyed by the aggressive tone of the other party, he still reminded her out of politeness, "It's dangerous here, please stay away."

Without further ado, he turned and rushed into the building again.

According to the news just received, since the prince has arrived, who will be the Cinderella watching the fireworks in the VIP seat?

The best viewing position is one where you can see the entire building. They have just blocked off the building and no suspicious people have left. Could he be somewhere else?

Jinpei Matsuda did not put down the toolbox. As a bomb disposal policeman, carrying tools with him was a habit ingrained in his bones. However, he also knew that carrying these tools at a time like this would only reduce his efficiency.

But his intuition told him that if he didn't take it with him, he would definitely regret it.

He thought about it for a long time, and after discussing with Kenji Hagiwara, he ruled out the possibility that the criminal was Cinderella. If the other hostages were guests of the ball, then Cinderella should also be one of the people attending the ball. The organizer was Tatsu, and the police were the prince looking for Cinderella. What they were looking for now was the hostage, so the chosen hostage was Cinderella, and she was in the most special VIP seat, and that place must be very important.

If we find [her], maybe things will turn around.

Actually, that’s not right?

Scotland issued an order again, and Tokaj's voice on the phone repeated, "zero——"

"Where is Tokaj?"

The experimental subject who was forcibly awakened showed a confused look. He still stood there silently without making any reaction.

why?

His guess was correct. This was the wake-up instruction. After Tokaj sent him the recording, he never replied.

"Suzumiya...Mr...."

Haruhi?

"Tokaj?"

"Mr. Suzumiya!"

This time he was very firm, and Scotland actually saw a hint of... piety in those lifeless eyes?

"Where is Suzumiya...?"

After a moment of silence, Paxton pointed upwards, as if half a beat late. "Sixth floor... a room with the most electronic equipment."

Electronic device?

The timer of the bomb? Or... Scotland suddenly had an idea. The VIP seats that could see all the explosions must be the main control room that monitors everything!

But he didn't stay happy for long, as Paxton said slowly and kindly, "Are you Mr. Suzumiya's assistant?"

Scotland did not deny it. He knew that Paxton was not in a good condition now. It was very likely that Tokaj did something to him. After all, the cause of Paxton's condition could be traced back to Tokaj.

"Did he give you any instructions?"

"Leave here before twelve o'clock."

They actually prioritized the safety of the experimental subjects? This organization has already gone to such lengths to win over people's hearts and minds, but if Tokaj had been trained from a young age, it would have been hard not to feel a sense of belonging here.

Scotland realized it later. It seemed that all this was within Tokaj's expectations. He only needed to complete the mission, monitor Lei, retrieve Paxton... He was an undercover agent and did not need to risk his life to save a member of the organization.

"I suggest you come with me."

Paxton stretched out his hand and gestured at him. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Scotland took a step back and watched him explain himself. "There are a lot of people down there. The police must have cordoned off the scene. He will be caught."

"Do you have a way to get out?"

In fact, this was not a problem for Scotland, but this sentence made him a little curious. However, the man with blond hair and red eyes showed a clear confidence on his face.

"Since you are Mr. Suzumiya's deputy, I can help you...jump out from the second floor."

Jump out from the second floor?

Scotland didn't know what to say for a moment. Most people would never think of this way of dealing with things. It was too inhuman, but it just so happened that Paxton could no longer be considered a human being.

What about Tokaj?

He couldn't escape. Any high school student on the street could bully him. If he didn't go find him, Tokaj would really die there.

But should I save him? Risking my own death, even if my undercover mission is ruined...

He would really die, and those golden eyes would disappear from this world.

No…no.

A voice firmly rejected it.

Scotland rubbed his brows as if his brain was tangled into a ball. The tall figure in front of him was blurry and his voice was faint.

"You look tired. Are you so exhausted lately?"

The deep male voice was a little vague at this time, and he couldn't tell who was speaking.

Probably, Scotland wanted to say that. He had been dealing with Gin these days and had the task of finding people, and Tokaj also liked to find things for him to do...ah, he said he wanted to eat cream of mushroom soup tonight, what a troublesome little devil.

Probably - what was he about to say?

Scotland was speechless and allowed Paston to take him away from the second floor. He fell from a height of four or five meters and was unharmed with the help of Paston. Looking at the man's unchanged face, he probably knew why the other party paused just now.

The second floor was his limit, but not Paxton’s limit.

The cold wind from the street brought Scotland back to consciousness, and a striking flash of silver in the darkness made him alert. However, when Scotland looked more closely, the street was empty.

illusion?

The mobile phone discarded under the shelf vibrated despite its weak body. The cracked screen lit up with a dazzling white light. The silver-haired magician patted his cloak and picked it up from the ground.

"I was a step too late, and Cinderella was taken away."

He was standing at the elevator entrance on the sixth floor. The young man who should have been waiting for him in the control room was being escorted to the ambulance by the police, but his face was full of interest.

"Fei Jia's script was stolen?"

The police here are so sharp. Is it that the public security in Yokohama is too weak?

Gogol played with the object he had just picked up. It could be seen that this phone had gone through a great ordeal. The message from half an hour ago had not been viewed by the owner and was still on the lock screen, with humorous notes such as "Siberian Forest Cat" and "Scottish Fold Cat". Along with the received emails, he squinted and smiled, his cold golden irises reflecting the light.

I don’t know what Feijia encountered in Crimea, but now he has guessed one thing: international organizations are really extraordinary and can even create cyborgs.

What a surprise! What's his name?