The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me? What's the matter?"

After adjusting the earphones, Tangze changed his voice and asked in a casual tone.

"Kumail, please don't agree to any of Belmod's recent requests." The voice of the person on the other end of the phone spoke very simply, "Stay away from her and don't cause trouble for yourself."

The command tone is crisp and clear, leaving no room for negotiation. It is really full of personal style.

Not surprised by what he heard, Tang Ze picked up the soft cotton cloth again and wiped the sight on his hand.

It's a pity that, whether from Kumail's standpoint or from his own standpoint, this is an event that he will never miss.

Not only that, even if we only consider Kumail’s style of doing things, it would be really out of character if he didn’t make a few comments to pick things up at this time.

"It's really interesting. I asked her why she suddenly came to me directly and told me something. Why, she has also become a suspicious person and needs the supervision of the organization? I remember, she is not..."

"Shut up." Before he brazenly revealed the key secret, Gin interrupted him with a warning, "It will do you no good to talk about these things. Be calm."

"Peaceful? Am I not calm enough lately?" Karasawa said in a tone that sounded like you were asking questions knowingly, "There is no organization member in Japan who is more peaceful than me, Gin-senpai."

Gin adjusted his headphones and turned down the volume by 10%.

He suspected that if he continued to be in contact with Kumeldo, sooner or later he would suffer from the disease of wanting to draw a gun when hearing honorifics.

Although the recent decrease in the frequency of direct contact with Kumail was not due to this, it had to be said that Gin did feel a little more relaxed when he found that he no longer needed to hear Kumail.

This is what Kumail was satirizing just now.

Nowadays, in the Tokyo area alone, there are six active members of the codename. Among them, Ireland is being investigated overtly and covertly because of Pisco's death. Bourbon is determined to forge ahead. It is not known when the war to hand over the old and new will officially begin. Even Belmode is eager to try and plan strange things...

Compared with these people, Kumail, who is purely a tool man, apart from being on TV all day long and enjoying his detective addiction, has really done a good job in completing the organization's tasks and pretending to be deaf and dumb.

But because Bourbon clearly brought Kumail under his jurisdiction, Gin, who was only loyal to the boss and never participated in the organization, naturally could not express his preference for any side.

So he had no psychological burden, and even happily added the mobile phone numbers of Bourbon and Kumail to the blocked list, and would only pull them out to contact them when necessary.

Such as now.

"In short, the organization is not a force that anyone can mobilize at will. Belmod is crossing the line. Keep a distance from her, otherwise, you will be regarded as a betrayal." Gin answered with a voice that was unwavering, and just expressed it clearly. A warning.

Belmod had a special status in the organization. Even if she acted out of line, the most she would receive was a reprimand, a period of confinement, and a small price to pay for her actions as punishment.

This price may be equally cruel, and it doesn't sound like some kind of preferential treatment, but if it were someone else, it wouldn't be as simple as being punished.

"Everything you have now is given to you by the organization. Think carefully and don't get carried away by any promises. Otherwise... I look forward to the day when I kill you with my own hands, Kumail."

The glamorous detective identity, the enviable overseas experience and background, and even his genius itself...

Kumel is a guy with outstanding talents, just like Curacao, he is a special case picked out from a million, a rare and precious sample.

But that's all.

They are cultivated by the organization, and the day they lose their effectiveness, they will be destroyed by the organization.

He is like this, and so is Shirley. They can only be regarded as the property of the organization, and property is not qualified to determine who its owner is.

After saying this, Gin hung up the phone directly, put the numbers back into the block list, and threw the phone to Vodka.

"Check the signal and equipment conditions, confirm it and give it to me." Putting down the phone, Gin took out a new cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with the cigarette lighter and held it in his mouth.

If you want to judge by vodka, compared to asking him to process and check the security of the information after making a phone call, the action was more like re-sealing the monsters and can't wait to throw out the hot potato.

But he was good at reading the air, so he didn't dare to mention anything. He just lowered his head and connected his mobile phone to his personal computer device to start routine inspections.

"Halloween party." Just as the vodka on the passenger seat was being processed, Gin spoke again, "You can go there tomorrow night."

"...What?" Vodka couldn't help but be stunned.

Let alone attending an event, hearing the word "party" coming out of Gin's mouth was like seeing the sun rising from the west.

"At nineteen o'clock tomorrow night, don't be late for the cruise ship at the dock near Yokohama." Gin continued to explain the situation.

"Brother, but, but, why do you want to go to such a nonsense place? Is there any plan?" Vodka couldn't help but ask.

From the way Gin spoke, it was obvious that Gin himself was not too impatient to talk about this arrangement. He was afraid that he would not take the initiative to ask, and Gin didn't even bother to explain it to him.

"It has something to do with Belmode." Gin looked at the dark night ahead, illuminated by the traffic, and didn't want to say more, "The higher ups ordered us to investigate the inside story."

Vodka said "Oh" and nodded hurriedly.

Belmode, who claimed to be here to help track Shirley, once arrived in Japan, was trapped in Miwa Town and could not come out. He did not reply to emails or answer phone calls. He called eight out of ten times and could not get through.

After finally getting through, she said she was busy looking for Shirley, but when asked about the progress, there was no progress at all. She just insisted that Shirley was still in Mihua Town, so she would stay for a while longer.

There are only a few code members in Tokyo who can manage major affairs. It was hard to find someone close to the inner circle, but inexplicably gave up their social identity and spent all day fishing in Miwa Town.

Bourbon is fighting for power and profit, and it is not allowed to get involved casually. Kumel is held in Bourbon's hands. He can use it, but not much. Belmod spends three days fishing and two days drying nets. Don't rush him if he is looking for it all day long...

No wonder Ireland, who hadn't even finished her vacation yet, was manipulated into being like that by Gin. The eldest brother didn't seem to have any reaction, but he was actually very angry.

"I'm tired of these secretists." Gin, who was tired of being a military policeman, snorted, "So, even though I don't have the boss's permission, if I find that she has done anything deviant, I will never let her go. "

Sure enough, the eldest brother was really angry.

"Brother, it's okay for others to handle it, Belmode..." Vodka tried to persuade him.

"It makes no difference. Even if that woman is favored again, it will be the same." Gin narrowed his eyes.

In the final analysis, her "freedom" is just a slight relaxation of the kite string.

They are all just derivatives grown from the root system of the tissue.

Some people are plants, some are giant trees, and some people are just vines attached to them, surviving by robbing them of tiny nutrients.

Understanding what you are and clarifying your status is the way to survive here.

The organization is such a jungle with clear layers and simple and effective rules. It grows in it. Only by observing the cycle of the food chain can you get your own part.

If you are confused about your position, try to struggle, and try to touch the so-called freedom, then you will lose your nutrients and roots, and you will only die.

Stepping on the accelerator, Gin raised the corner of his mouth mockingly as he watched the steel cables of the bridge passing through the car window. Thin, silk-like shadows quietly tore apart the bustling traffic.

All of them, who is not like this?

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"What are you looking at, Haiyuan?"

Walking into the living room, he didn't find the usual figure on the sofa. Conan looked around and saw Haiyuan Ai, who had rarely moved to a nest and was sitting on the window sill in a daze.

He looked out along Hui Yuan Ai's line of sight, and could only see the ivy planted by the doctor on this side clinging to the climbing frame and climbing up vigorously.

Viewed from this angle inside the house, its thin branches seem to stretch into the infinite sky.

"It's nothing, a bit boring." Haiyuan Ai looked back at the vines outside the window, and put away the mobile phone in her hands.

[Don’t worry, Belmod didn’t deliberately ask Calvados to test me.

She had no choice. Apart from the idiot Calvados, she couldn't find any other sniper in the organization that she could use. 】

The writing on the phone screen quickly disappeared into the darkness as the screen turned off.

"Do you still insist on going to that weird party, Kudo? It's a trap, and you'll be killed if you go." Haibara Ai turned her head and warned her in accordance with what she had said in advance, while her tone also contained a certain degree of caution. true feelings.

When Belmode came to Japan, she actually gave up her identity as Chris Wynyard. Banquet invitations of this level were no longer something she could arrange at will.

In other words, regardless of whether this masquerade is the same as Karasawa said, it is Belmode's old mystery formation, it will use part of the organization's resources.

Then this part of the plan proposed by Kudo risks exposing his identity.

Not long ago, he had used his own identity to appear at Teidan's school festival. It was a very dangerous move for Kudo Shinichi to appear in front of people again, and in front of the organization's sight.

Just to deceive Belmode, who knew about the existence of the temporary antidote, the price would be too high.

If the people from the organization take action before the misunderstanding is resolved...

"I have to go." Conan turned over the letter in his hand and showed its letterhead to Haibara Ai. "You see, the recipient and the invitation both say 'Kudo Shinichi', but the beginning of the letter Is such that."

"...Respected, Your Excellency Edogawa Conan." After reading the beginning, Haihara Ai pursed her lips, "Are you saying that Belmod has discovered your identity?"

"Yes, Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi are actually the same person. Knowing this, your identity will be exposed." Conan said solemnly, "The other party may not be able to wait any longer."

"Is this letter really sent by someone from that organization?" Dr. Ali, who was sipping tea, finally raised his head when he heard this. "They all found me, why didn't they come directly to the door?"

"Who knows." Conan said this, casting his intense gaze at Haihara Ai.

To be honest, he was also very curious about this issue, and so was Haihara Ai's attitude.

Haihara Ai, who always liked to emphasize that being discovered by the organization would bring disaster to everyone, suddenly proposed such a risky plan, saying that this was the most likely plan to capture Belmode...

Abnormal, very abnormal, both on the organization's side and on Haihara Ai's side.

Hui Yuan Ai turned his head away silently.

She also raised this issue with Tang Ze.

According to her understanding and impression of Bellmod, even when she was still working in the organization, because her job itself belonged to the part that Bellmod extremely hated, Bellmod's attitude was written directly on his face. .

Karasawa didn't give her a clear answer, but said vaguely that she would understand naturally if she called Conan together to participate in the plan.

So even though she was very confused, she still faithfully carried out his request out of trust in Tang Ze and told Conan most of the plan.

In short, although the reason is unclear, they arranged such a play based on the principle that Belmod could not reveal her identity.

Thinking of Tang Ze's reply just now, Haiyuan Ai sighed lightly.

Although Shirley was clearly the core experiment manager of the organization, she was not detained in Europe like the Karasawa couple. Instead, she was sent to work in a laboratory in Japan, indicating that the organization was aware of Bermod's emotions.

No one would have thought that Belmod, who discovered Shirley's traces, would insist on solving this problem alone and go to the meeting alone.

Oh, strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as a complete single-handed operation...

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"... She went through the list of members of the organization and only caught Calvados, a strong man. This shows how bad the workplace environment of the organization is." Tang Ze flipped the button on the headset and casually followed the channel The members complained, "In this kind of environment, it is reasonable for employees to want to change jobs, right?"

"Are you risking your life to change jobs?" Asai Naomi, who has nothing to do with the organization and knows all about the organization from his teammates, couldn't help complaining, "If you treat them as a company, then this lifetime employment system is too hard-core."

This is not the first time that Karasawa has used the tone of discussing the company to describe the behemoth of the black organization.

On the one hand, after gradually learning about the past lives of Teru Hoshikawa and Akemi Miyano through daily contact, the image of the organization has completely become a terrorist organization that uses high pressure and fear to control everyone involved, which makes people feel frightened;

On the other hand, Tang Ze always uses life-like descriptions to complain about the organization's arrangements and actions in all aspects, as if it is really just an old enterprise that is aging and unbearable, with redundant structures and insufficient execution capabilities.

His thoughts jumped back and forth between the two aspects, and it was difficult for Asai Narumi not to feel fragmented.

"Yeah, look at how old Pisco is and still go to the front line personally. Otherwise, you can tell at a glance that their hometown is Japan." Karasawa particularly agreed with his complaint about lifelong employment.

The employment system is set up at all levels, and you spend all your time working on management and management methods. When employees leave the company, it means their life is over or something like that. At first glance, it sounds like it is an old Japanese company.

"What and what..." Hoshikawa Hui, who was sitting in front of the computer to assist Noah in tuning, couldn't hold back anymore and turned his head, "Look at Sister Mingmei's situation, can this be explained by the lifetime employment system?"

If the organization's control over its members is only for profit and loyalty, then it may be more like many gangs, but the problem is that their doubts and investigations are completely in the form of disregarding human life.

As long as the value is insufficient, even if there are no flaws, it will be completely eradicated because of a little doubt, which is exactly the case with Miyano Akemi.

Strictly speaking, she was basically forced to rebel by the organization. They gave her an almost impossible task. After she really struggled to complete it, they denied the promise. It can be said that they were rushing to kill her from the beginning. of.

"No way, she is an accountant." Karasawa continued to joke seriously, "Accountants are indeed more difficult to survive. This is also a Japanese tradition."

"Hey..." Miyano Akemi, who was completing her daily work, which was sorting out accounts, stiffened her fingers.

"No more chatting, Uncle Maori and the others are going out."

After stopping the banter with his teammates, Karasawa sat in the darkness and stared at the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two beams of car lights came on, and the dressed-up Kogoro Mouri and Suzuki Sonoko, who kindly provided transportation, set off.

Mao Lilan has already gone to Judy's apartment in advance, and Conan has also completed the disguise with the help of Kudo Yukiko, and everything under the moonlight is ready to go.

And he rushed to this event not hoping to reverse the situation, or to break the balance between the two sides like a god descending from heaven...

He just wanted to accomplish two simple goals.

Karasawa, who was sitting on the stairs leading from the attic to the cafe, stood up and picked up the carefully maintained gun box next to him.

The gun contained here is not any gun from the organization, and it has nothing to do with the gun provided by Toru Amuro.

Every part and every bullet inside was taken back from Akai Shuichi's stronghold.

This is not only to avoid possible risks and avoid exposing one's existence in the investigation of any party - even if it does have bullet rifling records, it will be counted on the FBI - but also for a sense of ritual.

The man who raised this gun was not Kumel, Goro Akechi, or anyone he pretended to be.

He picked up the gun as Karasaki Akira and as the son of Leona Karasawa.

"Belmod has already set off, and I'm leaving too. Noah, pay attention to the signal on each channel and adjust the volume."

"Leader, connect three channels at the same time. Even if I help you adjust the volume ratio, can you really handle it?"

"Don't worry, it's just three channels. Leave everything to me."