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After a heavy rain passed, the air in Mihua Town became much clearer.The air is filled with dampness, and it seems that the crisp sound of birdsong can be heard.

The Poirot Cafe opened early, and the only waiter, Azusa Enomoto, packed the tables and chairs, and turned the sign at the door to the one that is open.

Conan Edogawa, who lived upstairs, got up early, sat on the reception sofa of the Mori Detective Agency and watched TV with his chin resting on his hands.

The news is still talking about the explosion on Saturday. The mastermind Teiji Moritani confessed to his crime, but he did not mention that he had received a call from a kind person.

But this is also natural, after all, the 'rat of the dead house' has never shown his face in public, and the only thing he has done with great fanfare is the terrorist attack on the port mafia.

But this is also natural, after all Osamu Dazai has been chasing the 'Rat of the Dead House'.

Thinking about it, Conan lifted the remote control to change the channel.

Uncle Mao Li next to him was snoring loudly, and Mao Lilan went out to school.At this time, the only sober person here, Conan can only pass the time by TV.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall and sighed: "Are there still 10 minutes..."

Amuro Toru and Akai Hideichi agreed at nine o'clock in the morning.

The news anchor read the press release in a broadcast tone, and it happened to be about Saturday's pianist murder.

"...Suicide in fear of crime?" Conan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly returned to the state of boredom, "That's right, after all, Komatsu Toshihiko feels that he has no future."

But if this is the case, the news about the "Rat of the Dead House" is still broken-about how he got the wooden warehouse in his hand, and whether there are men or women on the opposite side, and how many people there are.

Soon the news broadcast the homicide that was freshly released yesterday. The gem merchant was killed by the housekeeper in his home and disguised as a burglary.

"This is what Officer Megure and the others were investigating yesterday." Calculating the time, Conan said with certainty, "But this case is probably related to the organization."

Thinking of Oda Sakunosuke's reaction yesterday, Conan sighed: "After all, what does 'already dead' mean?"

"He seems to be a living person now, why do he feel that he is dead?" He muttered inexplicably, "And that look, what happened to his friend?"

"These writers from different worlds are really, isn't the relationship between them too chaotic?" He leaned his head on the sofa behind him, "Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai are also colleagues in the academy world, black-hand- The relationship between the party and the world should not be bad, should they belong to the same world?"

After all, he didn't feel that Nakahara Chuya had any estrangement from Dazai Osamu, and it was very natural to get along with him.

"The 'no longer' in his mouth, then it should be before, they should know each other."

"In this case Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, and Sakunosuke Oda are from the same world." Conan looked up at the time and jumped off the sofa, "It's almost time—"

He turned off the TV, opened the door on tiptoe and trotted out.

'Hopefully they can have a good chat. '

...

"Akai Shuichi——?!"

Toru Amuro's questioning voice seemed to pass through the door of Café Poirot.

Only then did he realize that the two knew each other and Conan, who seemed to have a feud, secretly said "Oops", pushed the door and walked in.

Both adults chose to arrive a few minutes early because of the importance attached to 'The Rat of the Dead House'.At this time, in Poirot Cafe, Akai Hideichi was sitting on the sofa comfortably, with a cup of coffee in front of him gently rippling.And in front of him was Toru Amuro who pulled out the wooden warehouse directly.

Conan trotted over, trying to make the atmosphere less tense: "Mr. Amuro, calm down, he is not a bad person..."

"I didn't expect you to show up so swaggeringly. Do you think the organization doesn't pay attention to you recently?" Seeing Conan, the public security policeman quickly figured out the joints, and said sarcastically, "For you, Gin can say Yes, it must be killed when you see it, and the priority is higher than the port mafia and the 'rats of the dead house'."

"Oh? Then I'm very honored." Akai Shuichi raised the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be interested.

The short elementary school student next to him jumped up and down, trying to get the attention of the two adults who were acting weird without authorization.

"Mr. Amuro, Mr. Akai, calm down!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Azusa Enomoto of the Poirot Cafe looking at him in surprise, as if he saw the gun in Toru Amuro's hand.He amplified his voice with a whisper: "This model is so realistic! Haha, haha!"

Toru Amuro was still staring at Shuichi Akai, while Shuichi Akai looked back with those green pupils.

Conan heaved a sigh of relief after Ms. Enomoto Azusa's suspicion was finally dispelled, but seeing the atmosphere between the two men here, his heart arose again.

'Hey, how come it's such a coincidence? ' His mouth twitched.

Hearing this, he could of course deduce that Shuichi Akai had infiltrated the organization in black, and it seemed that he had exposed his identity.These two people probably had some conflicts during their undercover period, and Toru Amuro still hasn't forgotten about it.

Conan has no way of understanding, so he will not know for a while how to relieve the frozen atmosphere between the two of them that makes him stiff.

"About that, I'm sorry." In the end, Akai Shuichi spoke first.

"Of course what you did was right, the great investigator of the FBI." Toru Amuro said in a neutral tone.

Conan wanted to sigh.

"If it is to exchange information with you, I refuse." Amuro said coldly, "Now that the 'Rat of the Dead House' is on the territory of Japan, the information that the police can get is more valuable than yours—I know, a You haven't caught that 'rat' by the tail for months."

"And you didn't even get the evidence to publicly offer a reward for 'rat'." He smiled mockingly, "On the contrary, the police are already looking for the 'rat of the dead house'."

While in the US, 'The Rat of the Dead House' never showed up to do anything, but it was in Japan before. The "Rat of the Dead House" personally blew up three buildings of the Mafia in the port and the research institute under the Black Organization.

The organization's reasons cannot be taken, but the port mafia has cooperated very well and provided evidence sufficient to accuse the 'Rat of the Dead House' of endangering public safety.

This is also the first time Toru Amuro feels that Osamu Dazai has done a good job, and even the aggrieved feeling of being forced to board the pirate ship before feels a lot more relieved.

"It is precisely because the police can arrest the 'Rat of the Dead House' that I asked this little detective to find you." Akai Shuichi said methodically, "Our purpose is to arrest the 'Rat of the Dead House', and I also don't want to overstep. Bourbon, on this matter, I hope you can temporarily put aside the issues between us and think about it carefully."

He pointed to his trump card: "The FBI has drawn a portrait of the 'rat of the dead house', and his style of acting is more familiar to the FBI."

"Already know what he looks like?!" This is a major breakthrough, Conan said pleasantly.

Akai Hideichi raised his head and stared into Amuro Toru's blue eyes, then nodded slightly: "Yes, it's on Sunday."

To show his sincerity, Osamu Dazai provided a lot of information, including the appearance of the leader of the 'Rats of the Dead House'.After two days of data analysis, Akai Hideichi confirmed the correctness of the news.And according to Judy and the others, traces of the man who was suspected to be the leader of the "Rat of the Dead House" had been found through character profiles.

Osamu Dazai did provide them with enough help from the FBI, so he did not tell his companions in the United States about the supernatural power for the time being.

He had a hunch that the exposure of this matter would not have any positive impact.

After all, what the 'Rat of the Dead House' is holding is an item that claims to be able to change the world, and that is enough to cause turmoil.

Get rid of the 'Dead House Rat' before this is exposed.

"Mr. Amuro, as Mr. Akai said, cooperation is..." Conan looked up.

"I refuse." Toru Amuro said coldly.

Conan froze for a moment.

"As I said just now, the 'Rat of the House of Death' has arrived in Japan." His eyes were sharp. "What the FBI can get, the police can of course get."

"I can't cooperate at all..." Conan looked nervously at Shuichi Akai, hoping that the FBI could persuade Toru Amuro.

But Akai Shuichi tilted his head and shrugged.

"Since you think so, then our FBI will use our own method and act on our own." Akai Shuichi said.

Conan looked left and right, and felt that something was wrong.

He hurriedly hugged Toru Amuro's leg: "Wait a minute, Mr. Amuro!"

Conan crackled like a machine gun and quickly expressed his thoughts: "The target of the 'Rat of the Dead House' should be us, if the three of us act together, maybe we can be used as bait—"

Toru Amuro felt a little helpless: "We don't know the power of the 'Rat of the Dead House'. If it's like Nakaya Chuya, then there is no possibility of surviving as a bait..."

The example was too vivid, and the other two people simultaneously remembered the scene when they were carried up by the port gangster-hand-party cadres.

"...That's right." Akai Shuichi rarely agreed.

Conan was also a little discouraged, and he relaxed holding Toru Amuro's hand.

"Is there really no other way?"

At this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly.All three people present turned their attention to the vibrating mobile phone - in Conan's pocket.

The current situation couldn't be worse, Conan took out his phone without hesitation.

'Strange number? 'He was a little puzzled, but for some reason, he had a feeling that this call was indeed for him.

He got on the phone.

"Moses, Moses~ Kudo-kun, have you finished talking?"

Sure enough, a familiar voice came from the phone.

The leader of the port black-hand-party who is more wise than evil.

At this distance, the voice on the phone could be clearly heard. Hearing that, the two agents suddenly raised their heads and looked around, as if they wanted to find surveillance.

"Looking for surveillance? No, there is no such thing. I just feel that you should be talking about it now." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be able to see their every move, which made the three of them clearly experience this kind of 'being caught' See through' feeling.

"Mr. Dazai, what's the matter?" Conan was the first to calm down. After all, in his heart, Osamu Dazai is a friend. In this case, the stronger the friend is, the better it is for him.

"It's true—the mouse has wandered into Tokyo."

In the port mafia chief's room, the current owner held a landline phone in one hand while looking at the secretary standing next to him.

Hearing Conan's surprised response, his fingers curled up silently, winding the telephone wire.

"My words are to suggest that you let your little girlfriend come to Yokohama to escape..."

"Trouble!"

It seemed unexpected that Conan would agree so quickly, Osamu Dazai's hand was suddenly clenched and then quickly released.

"Do you believe me that much?" He said in a brisk tone, "You seem to have some other ideas about 'mouse', would you like to tell me?"

It seems to be just to remind them, and help their co-worker 'Little Detective' to perfect the plan by the way.The leader hummed in response to the words of the elementary school student opposite, and then made some suggestions from time to time.

He wrapped his fingers around the phone wire a few times, then let go, and repeated several times.

The secretary standing in the shadow took a breath. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the leader put down the microphone.

He turned his head and looked over with his iris-colored right eye.

"You know what to do."

There was some indifference in that voice.

The secretary trembled suddenly, then lowered his head deeply.

"Yes, Boss."