Planting Death Flags All Over the Detective Conan World

[Warning: The ending of this story will cause a certain degree of psychological trauma to the original red side characters. Readers who cannot accept this should proceed with caution.]

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/At the next traffic light, turn left/

A new message appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. Conan read it out slowly. Judy and James looked at each other and drove away according to the instructions on the mobile phone.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat quiet.

"Teacher Judy, where is Mr. Akai whom you mentioned earlier?" Conan couldn't help but ask, suddenly remembering what Judy had said before.

Judy looked down at the phone in Conan's hand and said simply, "He's been very busy lately..."

Conan immediately realized what Judy was thinking. With Ikaros monitoring the sounds in the car, she would not rashly expose the whereabouts of her colleague. Conan, who understood the reason, was momentarily confused. He assumed that Ikaros was a trustworthy person, but the FBI didn't think so. The detective was ready to change the subject, but felt his phone vibrate, which read:

/If it's Shuichi Akai, he's nearby. /

Conan was stunned, and subconsciously looked around but saw nothing. He looked down and saw a message on his phone that read:

/He will protect you, Conan./

Is it Brother Noel? Conan didn't care about the relationship between Noel and Akai Shuichi. He just wanted to know who was in front of him as soon as possible. He looked up at the two FBI agents in the front seat. Teacher Judy should be trustworthy, but James... If he asked directly, it would be impossible to hide it from the FBI and expose the news about Noel.

The person on the other side seemed to have guessed Conan's question and replied directly:

/I am not him, but Ikaros is me now./

Conan was stunned by this sentence, and then he saw that the person on the other side seemed to have changed into a different person and complained:

/Actually, I was also helpless. He suddenly asked me to take charge and threw a lot of information at me. He really went too far. He even asked me to be a double agent....../

The phone had been changed from vibrate mode to completely silent at some point, but the messages on the screen kept scrolling, and Conan could even feel the resentment from the other person.

/He was still saying that we were friends and should help each other, but he was obviously hiding a lot of things from me, and he was still telling me not to tell you. I refused to tell you. I told you, although Akai Shuichi was very powerful and reliable, he actually....../

"Conan, has Ikaros sent any message again?" Judy said in surprise when she saw Conan looking down at his phone in the rearview mirror.

"He said that there seemed to be something wrong with the organization's Kiel, and we should investigate it seriously."

/You can investigate some water worms, and you will gain a lot. /

Conan read out the normal message that appeared on the scrolling screen that suddenly disappeared when Ikaros appeared.

"Is there something wrong with Mizuno Renna's identity?" Judy was stunned, then she thought of something and said seriously, "I will try to investigate."

———/

"Late again." Gin said indifferently as he looked at the car slowly driving into the basement garage.

"If we drive too fast, the traffic police will notice us. Do you want me to come here with a bunch of people?" Noel opened the car door and walked to Gin's side, smiling and said, "I came here to help as soon as I heard that your mission failed."

Obviously, the emphasized word "help" still carried a provocative tone, causing Colen to silently take a half step back.

"Don't waste your time. You and Colen will be in charge of the rear support. The operation will mainly be carried out by Bermode and Kiel."

Colen looked a little resentful, but then he glanced at Grappa beside him and swallowed it silently. With Grappa around, it was not his turn to complain about this support work.

"I'm just providing support?" Noel raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just a few bodyguards and bulletproof vehicles. It's not like they can't handle it."

"So what do you want to do?" Gin asked impatiently.

"How about this? I'll just drive my car into it and then take the opportunity to get into the car and kill the guy." Noel's voice, which was originally deliberately lowered, sounded particularly unusual with a rising excitement. These words came to him as a matter of course. He naturally ignored the fact that the bodyguard came from the Self-Defense Forces, and also ignored the possibility that he would get injured if he directly hit the guy with a car.

However, no one present thought there was anything wrong except Mizuki Naruto. Gin frowned and said, "This is too much noise."

So it's not that it can't be done, but it's just not implemented because of the huge commotion... Mizuno Rinna didn't show it on her face, but she was extremely solemn in her heart. She silently raised Grappa's danger level by a few levels, but regretfully found that it was already the highest level.

The plan was finally decided that Vermode would pretend to be a female cadre of the Muddy Society and then Gil would approach from behind to solve the problem.

Of course, when Noel said that this was just a scam, Gin gave him a glare.

———

/16:00, the address is already in the car navigation/

Then came the news about Ikaros, and the overly accurate information startled the people in the car.

"Icarus, how do you know so accurately?" Judy couldn't help but ask.

/secret./

Conan read out the words on the screen, looked up and saw Judy and James looking at each other and nodding slightly. Conan also understood the problem instantly.

It is impossible for a hacker to eavesdrop on such accurate information in a heavily guarded environment without any electronic equipment, so there is only one truth.

Among the bottles of wine gathered in the parking lot, one has a connection to Ikaros, and may even be Ikaros himself.

Judy and James both thought of this and tacitly agreed not to ask further questions.

Conan thought of more. He knew a ready-made person who had connections with both Ikaros and the winery, Natsukawa Sora. Noel, this man who had disappeared for some time, if he really integrated into the organization completely, it would be very likely that he would hand over Ikaros' identity to someone else and obtain intelligence from him.

But would Norgo really be allowed to participate in this kind of mission involving real alcohol, or is Norgo just one of the codenamed members?

Gin, vodka, bermode, grappa, kirch... I've seen all of these, so here's... Cologne.

"Teacher Judy, what do you know about Colen?" Conan couldn't help asking, but immediately caught Judy's attention. She understood what Conan meant but didn't point it out. She simply said:

"He was a sniper, but little is known about him."

Conan thought of Noel's hands in his memory and frowned slightly. Noel's hands looked very clean, without any marks left by practicing sniper rifles, and even painting... there were basically no marks left. How did he manage to paint every month without leaving any marks? Conan's thoughts drifted for a moment, and then he heard James, who was driving, say:

"Three years ago, a U.S. congressman was sniped, and the FBI intercepted messages with the code name of Colen." James recalled while driving, "Later, traces of him were found one after another, but no footage has been taken of him so far. He is a very cautious man."

Three years ago... Conan shuddered and an idea flashed through his mind.

If this Koren is really Norgo, he has always been a code name member, then what about the lower-level members of the organization mentioned earlier...

Is it a lie?

———

Even though Bermode was dragged by Noel to have a meal, it didn't take long for her to disguise herself as a bloody female cadre of the Mud Club. After changing her clothes, she was ready to leave. Before leaving, she looked back at Noel and asked:

"So Grappa, you seem to have nothing to do, why did you suddenly come here, to treat me to dinner?"

The appearance of Grappa in this mission is quite strange. Domon Yasuki is important, but not so important that Gin and Grappa appear at the same time. If he wants to threaten me with Conan's matter, he can do it at any time. At this time, unless there is a special reason or an order...

The boss has really valued Grappa recently. As Vermouth put on his helmet, he suddenly looked at Gil and thought:

"Kil, you wouldn't..." Bermode knocked on the front of the motorcycle, but observed Grappa's reaction through the cover of his helmet.

Nothing has changed.

"Just kidding, how is that possible?" Gil understood Bermode's doubt and said with a smile.

Bermode thought for a moment and said, "I guess I'm overthinking this. I have a feeling something will happen during this assassination."

"Do you think there is something wrong, Bermode?" Although Gin didn't like the mystic Bermode, he was also aware of his abilities and said with caution.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it, but Gin, you have to be careful recently." Vermodes made no secret of the fact that her words were meant to remind Gin to be careful with grappa, which in turn led to the latter's dissatisfied complaints.

"Teacher, if you accidentally reveal your identity, I will definitely give you a reload of guns in time. No need to thank me. After all, Gin is afraid of making a big fuss."

He even did not forget to stir up discord, successfully making the atmosphere on the scene even weirder.

———

"Grappa, where are you going?"

Colen couldn't help but say as he looked at the man who stopped at the sniper spot and suddenly turned around to leave.

"I'm going to take a walk. I think you can complete this support mission by yourself, Coren." Noel said perfunctorily, without hiding the fact that it was a matter of course that Coren was not as capable as he was.

Colen didn't care. He was silent for a moment and suddenly asked:

"I want to ask, Grappa, Chianti, Calvados, why were they all arrested last time."

"I want to know too. Since he was captured so obediently, shouldn't he have shot himself immediately to avoid causing trouble for the organization..." Noel turned his head and looked at Colen through his bandage with a look that the other party couldn't understand.

"Tequila too, he went out with you last time..." Colen couldn't help but ask, but he quickly realized that now was not a good time to ask questions since he was alone with the other party.

"And Pisco, you can't ignore him just because he's older. But he wasn't captured, he was killed by me, it's a pity. Are you familiar with them?" Noel took two steps forward, his gray-green eyes looking at Colen as if he were an interesting toy, which made Colen take two steps back, and then he heard the other party say with great interest:

"Why, do you suspect that I have connections with the police?" The man continued with a hint of excitement, "Or do you suspect that I deliberately killed them one by one or put them in jail, and then gradually became the most important figure in the organization, so that the master would focus all his attention on me?"

The man said it very seriously, and said so seriously that Colen almost thought he was going to silence him, but he suddenly threw up his hands and sighed:

"How is that possible?"

However, when a person mentions two possibilities, the one at the end is often easier to guide the other person to think about.

In other words, when faced with multiple-choice questions, the longer one is often more convincing.

Noel let the other party think about it, then turned around and left decisively.

Colen felt like he had survived a catastrophe, but then his brain was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information and became bald.

Originally, he believed the former, but that was Grappa, a well-known psychopath in the organization. Under normal circumstances, he would naturally suspect that he had connections with the public security and might betray the organization. But if it was Grappa, if it was Grappa, the most loyal, murderous, and mentally ill person in the organization...

Is it really possible to use normal logic to think about the other person's thoughts?

Although he is not a person who likes gossip, recently, it is said that Grappa's status has surpassed Gin. He even learned from his friends in the intelligence department that Grappa lives directly in the BOSS's courtyard. What does this mean?

However, before he could continue thinking, the sound in his ear and the sudden headache brought him back to reality. Before he fell into darkness, he heard someone shouting:

"Captain Hagiwara, the target has been confirmed to be unconscious. What are the instructions for the Special Investigation Team's next move..."

———

"Noah's Ark, you should have told me in advance." Noel stopped pretending to be mysterious after he left Keren's sight. He quickly ran to the distance of two streets away. Then he couldn't help but complain to Noel's Ark on his phone: "Xiaoguang and the others found out about this place, but they only reminded me now."

"You were the one who made me a double agent. I feel guilty for not telling Xiao Guang that you were nearby."

"What conscience do you, an artificial intelligence, have?"

"Then I will report the criminals here to the Metropolitan Police Department now."

"No, no, no... I was wrong," Noel immediately said, "Let's get down to business."

"Mizunashi Renna is already in the hands of the FBI."

Without the bug, Gin decided to assassinate Kogoro Mori, but Shuichi Akai, who was informed in advance by Noel, and Judy still captured Mizunashi Renna. What seemed like a matter of luck in the original work became inevitable here.

Noel breathed a sigh of relief and dialed the phone skillfully:

"Boss, Mizuno Renna is confirmed to be an undercover agent. Colum has been arrested, but Gin...he didn't notice. Do we need to continue to observe?"

"Yes, Boss, I will continue to act according to the plan."

As Noel spoke, he gently stroked the metal on the tip of his ear. The silver metal ornament pierced into the abundant capillaries on the tip of his ear. The healing flesh and blood and the metal that could not be freed were tightly bitten together, constantly emitting a stinging pain to remind him of its presence.

It's just a locator, so it doesn't have much impact.

Noel even felt a little regretful that the other party didn't add a little more. The more evidence he handed over, the more and faster he could gain the absolute trust he wanted.

Tequila, Pisco, Chianti, Calvados, Cologne...it sounds like a lot, but they are only the ones that have appeared in the original book. How could an organization that has existed for a hundred years and spans multiple countries have only these codenames and members?

No, how can we be partial to one and neglect the other? We all have to go to hell together~

The corners of Noel's mouth curled up into a smile that was no longer a mask, but the arc was a little too big, and even under the bandages, the traces could be seen. But he soon realized that this was a bit insane, so he quickly calmed down his emotions, turned around and disappeared into the alley.