After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

"..."

Edogawa Conan choked speechlessly: "You have nothing to do with her, why are you crying so sad?"

Osamu Dazai curled his eyelashes, smiled innocently and said innocently, "I just express my regret that I didn't die together."

As one large and one small looked at each other, the atmosphere at the scene was inexplicably confrontational.

When Masato came over, he just heard Osamu Dazai's dementia speech, [This person is really...] He tried hard to find adjectives in his mind, and the system reacted faster than him.

[baffling? ]

[It seems that it is still not so meaningful...]

The system is clear: [Sick. ]

[right! ] The real person is deeply convinced, [If you are walking on the street with friends, you must pretend that you don’t know his type. ]

Since their actions are all under the surveillance of the organization, acting alone is likely to arouse suspicion. The real person can't let Amuro Toru run over to solve the case alone, and now the identity of the bodyguard has to follow the other party all the time.

As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, his expression changed slightly.

Obviously only the unpleasant smell of blood from the corpse poured into the nostrils, but the saliva was secreted crazily as if stimulated by something, the real man couldn't help but raised his hand to cover it, thinking of the detective's keen observation ability, he restrained himself and put down his hand.

The hanging hand pinched his knuckles, this happened once before.

Masato walked up behind Toru Amuro and looked at Shinichi Kudo, who was trying to put a cuckold on his head but forgot to pretend to be a child.

The boy with glasses froze his smile on the incongruous adult, his face froze suddenly, and he reacted like a real person just now.

Osamu Dazai pinched his nose, as if he had an allergic reaction.

It was as if something he hated broke in here, and without giving Edogawa more chances to probe and inquire, he slid into the crowd of onlookers who came over and disappeared immediately.

Relying on blind spots to get rid of easily, this person has strong anti-detection experience.

But he should not be the murderer.

Toru Amuro stared at the female corpse for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and looked back at Makoto Ito, who seemed to need to input instructions from the machine, and would follow if he had the ability to judge.

Today is not the time to make attention-grabbing gestures, but that kid named Edogawa Conan is here... Detective Mori should be here too, and he will solve the case and bring the criminal to trial.

Toru Amuro indicated that Makoto Ito already knew the position of the guards on the cruise ship, and he could wait for Gin's instructions to start the operation: "Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Ito Makoto actually talked to him.

"That kid..."

"Ok?"

Makoto Ito took a long time to add the second half of the first sentence he voluntarily said: "You are very courageous."

"...Indeed." Toru Amuro, who was still expecting what he would say, twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly.

Suddenly, on a whim, I don't know whether to tell Makoto Ito or the other people behind the bug, and said, "Speaking of which, I know that boy. The kid from the detective agency upstairs in the part-time job may be very experienced in this, so it's no wonder Not afraid of corpses."

Before he finished speaking, the real person poked wildly in the blank space of the light screen in surprise.

[System system! ]

The system lazily replied yes.

Toru Amuro has been out of contact with the police for more than three months, and his life and death are unknown, including the upline of Sanada xx company who directly connected with him. They don't know the whereabouts of Toru Amuro, let alone that he is still working in a certain coffee shop.

But now Sanada xx knows he's at Polo Cafe!

Wouldn't it be more convenient to find a chance to meet in the store?

[Give me the answer I want most in just one sentence, he must have sensed the magnetic field of the [-]-year-old who is also on me! ]

[......]

On the other side of the bug, Belmode took over the work with an excuse, and the system didn't know what to say for a while.

The mission was progressing rapidly, and Masato immediately felt happy, humming an out-of-tune song in his mind, while thinking about how to pass the information that he saw Toru Amuro today and that he was fine to his superiors.

Maybe you can't be in a hurry, because Gin and Wine will definitely investigate him inside and out.

He followed Toru Amuro to the next lobby of the cruise ship where there was a program, and he noticed that the people next to him looked at him from time to time, and the real person looked back, his eyes indicating that he had received the signal.

Toru Amuro was ready to talk about this topic, and wanted to get some more words from Makoto Ito, but saw that the other party continued to remain silent.

He observed him thoughtfully, and saw that the other party suddenly turned his head and blinked at him.

"...?"

—

There are abstract paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, and the lighting is a slightly old warm yellow.

Turning the corner, Osamu Dazai met a detective agency colleague sitting against the wall like the female corpse before, and a boy dressed as a Victorian detective sitting cross-legged on the ground eating snacks.

He looks like a teenager, but he is actually a few years older than him.

Almost kicking him by accident, Osamu Dazai let go of the hand holding his nose, and said in a slightly muffled voice, "Why is Mr. Ranpo here alone?"

The smell on the unattractive bodyguard that repulsed him from his soul was not so much a smell as a feeling, like being stuck in the mud and sinking continuously, swallowed by negative emotions.

It made him suffocate to the point where he couldn't find out what terrible things had happened to that person.

Edogawa hummed while he was chewing randomly, "I'm lost."

In the past month, he has been a little abnormal, occasionally running far away without saying a word. Although he has the attributes of a road idiot, Osamu Dazai still noticed that it was unusual.

"I still have something to do, let Kunikida take you back to your room."

Sitting on the hard and cold floor was uncomfortable, but Edogawa Ranpo had no objection.

Resolutely leaving the matter to his partner, Osamu Dazai turned off the phone after making the call, to avoid the possibility of being harassed by education, he walked towards the control room, swinging the silver chain of the pocket watch in his hand.

The crisp impact echoed in the corridor.

Two weeks ago, the black organization, an international criminal force that had never disturbed Mafia at the port of Yokohama, suddenly sent someone to blow up an important warehouse near the landmark building, and asked Mafia to return the batch of materials intercepted at the port.

The port mafia had no impression at all. After investigation, it was discovered that it was a misunderstanding, and a third party had stolen the arms of the winery.

After dealing with those people, the port mafia found an unexpected surprise from the supplies of the black organization.

In fact, for the Black Organization, what is important is not the robbed arms, but the information that is trapped inside and waiting to be delivered, which is related to important projects of the organization.

Of course, the mad dogs at the port of Mafia can't suffer, and they want to bite off a piece of meat from the black organization.

Osamu Dazai recalled all the suspicious people he observed before, "The ones I encountered on the deck should be the people from the Black Organization..."

But what does this have to do with their armed detective agency?

He just came to watch the fun.

—

There is a magic show on the cruise tonight.

There are green dots around, and the real person looks very relaxed.

Edogawa Conan passed by while looking for clues to solve the case, but because Yi Liorong didn't pay attention to them at all, they finally received an action order from Gin Jiu when there was only a quarter of an hour left before zero o'clock.

Several people arranged their work like this: Gin brought vodka to negotiate terms, Toru Amuro and Makoto Ito sneaked in to break open the safe to take away the contents, and Belmode looked out to shield the monitoring facilities.

Keeping one's word is certainly not the style of the Black Organization.

Negotiations started over there, and the magic show on stage also entered a climax.

Next is the water tank escape. The lighting engineer turned off the ceiling light, turned on the spotlight, and caught everyone's sight on the transparent box that was tightly bound by chains and filled with water.

No one noticed the light that came in when the door was briefly opened, and while the auditorium was plunged into darkness, the two figures quietly left through the safe passage.