Chapter 71 The unexpected event must be resolved in one go.

After saying that, Conan Edogawa went completely silent, but thankfully the call remained connected.

In an emergency, Kitagawa Ryusei didn't have time to knock and barged into the Science Investigation Division.

Since the caller's life was at stake, the technical investigators immediately stopped what they were doing and tried to locate the phone number.

"Found it! It's in a grove of trees on the outskirts of Tokyo, and the location hasn't changed!"

Upon receiving a clear answer, Kitagawa Ryusei immediately led his men, armed with guns, to rescue the person.

—Given Conan Edogawa's bizarre constitution, the people he attracts are at least murderers, with no upper limit.

Even if you told him that this brat had attacked Karasuma Renya's lair, Kitagawa Ryusei would still believe it after some hesitation.

Although he was a bit stubborn, he really didn't want to see anything happen to the little boy.

Fortunately, Conan Edogawa isn't that fierce yet.

After traversing most of the forest, Kitagawa Ryusei and his group headed straight for their target.

When they arrived, they only saw a car parked alone in a clearing in the woods, with Conan Edogawa lying sprawled on the passenger seat, covered with a woman's leather jacket.

The phone screen was lit up next to my seat, the call duration was still increasing, and I could hear the faint sounds of police operations coming from it.

Looks like this guy is about to sleep until he snorts.

Kitagawa Ryusei's fists were itching to punch, and after a long silence, he first called the team's forensic doctor.

He turned and shouted impatiently into the little detective's ear, "—Get up! Sleep, sleep, sleep! Why don't you just sleep like a log?"

The resentment at being interrupted from work was so palpable that it jolted Conan Edogawa awake instantly.

The forensic doctor, who was examining the boy, didn't hold him down, and the boy jumped up from his seat with a "whoosh".

He looked around, grabbed Kitagawa Ryūki's hand, and his first words were: "Where's Vermouth?!"

His voice was clear and loud, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

Seeing that he sounded energetic and didn't seem to have any serious problems, Kitagawa Ryusei didn't hold back and tapped the boy's forehead with two fingers, making a crisp thud: "Vermouth, my foot! Why don't you check if you're missing any limbs first?"

"Who taught you to call the police like that? Are you still playing guessing games with me at a time like this?"

No specific address, no details of what happened, no suspects... If something really happens, are we supposed to rely on Kitagawa Ryusei's cryptic and ambiguous words on the phone to seek justice for Edogawa Conan?

How come this kid, who usually seems so reliable, becomes so careless when it comes to his own affairs that it makes you want to grind your teeth?

These words reminded Conan Edogawa.

Suddenly remembering his discovery, he no longer cared about Vermouth and immediately reached out to tug at Kitagawa Ryusei, signaling with his eyes that he had something to say.

Besides the police officers on duty, only two heavily burdened departments within the police department can quickly assemble a field team at this location.

The people around him were basically the main force investigating the Black Organization, so Kitagawa Ryusei gestured for him to speak frankly.

Conan Edogawa, his face showing lingering fear and barely concealed excitement, spoke with exceptional clarity, each word distinct: "I've found the Black Organization's boss's email address!"

Because it was so clear, by the time Kitagawa Ryusei heard it, his brain had already automatically interpreted the meaning of the words for him: "..."

He still maintains the same sentiment: sometimes he really wants to throw the Edogawa Conan group in front of him like a bomb.

Kitagawa Ryusei hesitated, "...Seven crows?"

However, he received no response. Conan Edogawa had already lowered his head and was lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to everyone else.

Tonight, Conan Edogawa ran into Chris Vineyard, the celebrity he had once suspected. The man knew Conan's mother, Yukiko Fujimine, and even revealed his true identity.

The woman codenamed Vermouth from this organization didn't kill him, nor did she even consider taking him back.

Feeling that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Conan Edogawa seized the chance and secretly followed behind her. After being discovered, he was kidnapped by Vermouth and put into her car.

"At that time, Vermouth took something from a subordinate in black, saying she was going to report it to the BOSS. The sound of her typing the email address was like the nursery rhyme 'The Seven Ravens'..."

Conan Edogawa's mind raced as he recalled every key tone on his phone and the sounds he heard: "...Based on the tones and their correspondence with the phone's keypad, it should be [#969#6261]."

The team members behind Kitagawa Ryusei immediately typed this string of characters into their phones.

The tone is smoothly transmitted as the keypad is pressed.

Conan Edogawa's eyes lit up, filled with the excitement of solving a mystery: "That's it!"

The special investigation team member showed his phone screen and reported to Kitagawa Ryūō: "The mailbox in Tottori Prefecture."

After listening, Kitagawa Ryusei's gaze toward Edogawa Conan grew increasingly complicated. He pressed the button on his teammate's phone: "Don't act rashly yet. Let's go back and discuss it first."

He turned his head and saw the boy frowning from a headache, grimacing as he patted his temples. He reminded him, "You still have residual ether in your body. Go to the hospital for a checkup first, and then come to the police station tomorrow to sign a confidentiality agreement."

"oh."

Once the initial excitement wore off, Conan Edogawa, having calmed down, finally realized something was wrong.

Kitagawa Ryusei has actually turned back into his original form!!

His gaze returned to the young man who had returned to his adult form, his eyes filled with anticipation and eagerness.

Could it be that the police already have a way to solve the problem of shrinking bodies?

Kitagawa Ryusei could tell what Edogawa Conan wanted to ask just by looking at his eyes, but unfortunately, he didn't.

He lowered his voice: "Don't think about it. I turned back on my own. My situation is different from yours."

Sure enough, the little boy's bright eyes dimmed instantly.

For a moment, only the sounds of police examining the surrounding traces could be heard in the woods.

Occasionally, a few gusts of wind would blow by.

Knowing the danger of the organization, Conan Edogawa didn't just rush in blindly; he didn't forget to put a tracking device on himself.

Dr. Agasa quickly located the place according to the location.

The police surrounded the elderly man in layers, which startled him. He thought something had happened and almost collapsed to the ground, but fortunately, a police officer next to him caught him.

The wheezing sound of the Beetle could be heard from afar. The little detective struggled to peek out from among the tall police officers and waved, "Doctor, I'm alright!"

Dr. Agasa wiped the sweat from his brow and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

A clue appeared out of nowhere during a police dispatch, leaving the entire police department stunned by this bombshell.

Even Yuu Kazami, upon hearing that they had brought back the organization's boss's email address, couldn't help but smirk and jokingly remark, "Is this some kind of new Christmas greeting?"

"Children's Day just passed, why are you already thinking about Christmas?" Asahina Yugo leaned closer and whispered.

He glanced at Kitagawa Ryusei out of the corner of his eye, then gestured towards the young man with his lip, indicating that Kazami Yuya should look: "Look at our captain's expression, does he seem to be in the mood for a joke?"

Not only was he not in the mood for jokes, Asahina even suspected that if Kitagawa Ryusei were given an address and a box of bombs, he could tear the Black Organization apart.

This symptom has persisted ever since the leader of Group Zero was recalled by the organization. The team members have been exchanging glances behind each other, their eyelids almost cramping from all the effort.

Kitagawa Ryusei was oblivious to their whispers. He tapped his fingertips on the piece of paper with the email address written on it, a persistent sense of unease weighing on his mind.

Everything is proceeding smoothly, except for one area that remains outside their control.

That happened to be Rei Furuya's battlefield.

“That old turtle Karasuma Renya has hidden himself better than anyone else. His mailbox must be protected and tracked,” he said, raising his hand and rubbing his furrowed brow with his knuckles. “Let’s wait a little longer.”

We must be prepared for a counterattack before attempting to open this Pandora's box.

It must be hit on the first try.

Before he could finish speaking, a member of Group Zero rushed in, carrying a laptop.

“Mr. Kazami, the signal device we installed in Mr. Furuya’s car has just been disconnected.”

Snap.

The faint metallic vibrations pierced the stagnant air, producing a harsh clanging sound on the ground.

Kitagawa Ryusei stood there stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately.

He only snapped out of his daze when others turned their attention to him, composed himself, pushed back his chair, and bent down: "It's nothing, I just lost my keys, you can continue."

Asahina, who was closest to him, glanced at him and pointed out, "Boss, it looks like the button your ex gave you flew under the table."

*

The scenery outside the window flashed past the car in a continuous line, changing from a bustling city to a suburb with sparsely distributed low-rise houses.

Furuya Rei drove all the way to the organization's base.

He was about to park his Mazda some distance away as usual and walk to the base when he looked up and saw a person standing quietly outside the car.

Ireland suddenly appeared from somewhere and tapped on the car window: "There's a garage in the base, just drive straight in, Bourbon."

Without waiting for Bourbon's response, he opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"Together."

Bourbon's brow furrowed in displeasure at the sight, but he still stepped on the gas, his tone less than friendly: "What, has the organization become so paranoid?"

Ireland looked straight ahead and did not answer.

The camera at the base entrance switched to the car and, after confirming the people inside, the gate opened automatically, and the Mazda slowly drove into the garage.

After that meeting, Ireland was kept behind by the boss, and Bourbon never saw him again after that.

Everyone has been busy with their own things lately.

Knowing that the organization was on the verge of collapse, Furuya Rei became even more energetic and motivated.

In just half a month, Ireland actually shaved that gray wolf tail into a buzz cut.

Without the hairstyle to flatter him, coupled with his long, donkey-like face, his appearance changed drastically, becoming even more obscure and difficult to understand.

That's what Bourbon thought, and that's why he asked the question.

Unexpectedly, he received a puzzled look from the other person.

Rei Furuya sensed something was wrong and slammed on the brakes.

"Ireland?"

"What is it?" the other party replied.

There was nothing wrong with him, but he gave Furuya Rei the feeling of being a completely different person.

As if struck by a sudden inspiration, the blond youth changed his approach, calling the other person by their real name: "Ota Yuuma?"

This time Ireland did not respond; not even its gaze changed, its pupils remaining an unnatural, dark black.

Furuya Rei swallowed, then shifted gears and reversed without a word, almost cursing out loud, disregarding his persona.

As if anticipating the blond youth's actions, the garage door behind him had already slowly closed.

Ireland reacted quickly, pushing the gear shift lever back and yanking the handbrake.

The Mazda's tires screeched, and the two people in the car slammed into their seats.

The garage walls seemed to be made of some special light-absorbing material, and only a small area in front of the headlights was barely visible.

It was pitch black all around when a projector light suddenly flashed.

The image projected onto the wall was none other than the face of the researcher I had seen just two weeks prior.

Junairik.

Rei Furuya's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and considered the current situation.

He was not exposed.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Bourbon simply let go of the steering wheel, leaned back in his seat, his eyes darkened, and his tone betrayed a hint of danger:

What do you mean by that?

"...Using codenamed members for experiments, how could the BOSS allow such a thing to happen?"