Chapter 113
Conan Edogawa spread out the photo of Jinpei Matsuda in front of Miwako Sato: "Officer Sato, is this Officer Matsuda?"
Miwako Sato looked up from the old files at the picture that Conan was pointing at: "It's him."
After receiving a positive answer, Edogawa Conan was still a little bit unconvinced because they were so similar.
He flipped through the pages and saw that the next photo had the name Kenji Hagiwara on it.
Without even looking closely, he spotted a familiar face.
The Kenji Hagiwara of the Metropolitan Police Department is exactly the same as the Kenji Hagiwara of the amusement park.
If Matsuda Jinpei's death was a coincidence, then two events with such low probability happening at the same time could not be a coincidence no matter how you think about it.
What they have in common is that they all know Mr. Amuro and work part-time at the amusement park.
Edogawa Conan pulled his hair, feeling a little bit unbelievable, his brain capacity was not enough, and a guess was about to come out in his mind.
suspended animation.
It was just like what he had planned with Mr. Akai before, but he couldn't figure it out. If it was a fake death, then what was the reason?
All kinds of information seemed to explode in his mind. First, there was the news that the organization's boss might appear, then there was the bomb that Amuro Toru encountered, and then there was the sudden appearance of people who were obviously dead.
Conan Edogawa drew a straight line between the information about the organization's boss's transaction and the bomb that Amuro Toru encountered. His intuition told him that the two things were connected.
As for the person who had died but suddenly came back, Mr. Amuro must know something.
Edogawa Conan racked his brains for a while, and suddenly a clue appeared in his mind.
The pumpkin lantern that looked like a bomb in the amusement park and the targeted small explosion were most likely related to this incident.
He almost forgot that Kurokawa Akiwa had the code name Bacardi in the Black Organization.
The headmaster definitely knew what was going on, so when he mentioned the issue of the pumpkin lantern, his expression was unusually calm.
Edogawa Conan picked up the photo on the table and glanced at the time on his mobile phone on the way to the amusement park.
The operation on the cruise ship was about to officially begin. He gritted his teeth and suspended the investigation into the fake death theory, and instead contacted Shuichi Akai.
*
The phone made a soft ding-dong sound.
Kurokawa Akishige looked at the first message sent on his phone and lowered his eyes.
[The latest news is that Rum wants to trade an hour earlier. —Noah's Ark]
[Do you agree? —Noah's Ark]
"We must agree to such a good thing." Kurokawa Akishige sneered.
This is the first time I see someone rushing to die.
[The time is set at midnight tonight, which is still three hours away. —Noah's Ark]
With a crisp "click" sound, Jinpei Matsuda carefully took off all the collars from Toru Amuro's neck.
Amuro Toru's neck relaxed and he rubbed it.
"This thing is quite heavy." Kenji Hagihara poked it from the side.
"None of the guns inside have been removed, but I installed some things to ensure that you won't be blown up during transportation." Matsuda Jinpei said in a relaxed tone.
"If you want to use the remote control, just open this and take this thing off."
Amuro Toru took the collar bomb: "Thanks."
Hagiwara Kenji stretched and said, "The bomb has been defused, and our free time is over."
"Come and relax in the glass house?" Matsuda Jinpei finally had time to observe the glass house. "You're not planning to end up here alone, are you?"
There was a hint of helplessness on Toru Amuro's lips, but he did not deny this statement.
Hagiwara Kenji's expression was filled with disapproval. He hooked his arm around Amuro Toru's shoulder and said, "You're not looking down on me and Jinpei, are you? A bomb of this magnitude could be defused in just three minutes with our combined efforts."
Kurokawa Akiho leaned against the glass door with his arms folded, looking with interest at Amuro Toru who was being lectured by his classmate. It was rare to see this expression on Mr. Koan's face.
He still clearly remembered what Amuro Toru had just said and his serious expression, but now everything has changed.
Kurokawa Akishige's eyes fell on Amuro Toru's neck, and he looked at him in a daze.
It seems to look better with something on.
Just when he was distracted, his eyes met those purple-gray eyes.
Kurokawa Akishige instantly dispelled the thoughts in his mind and looked away. He hadn't intended to speak, but he pursed his lips and for some reason couldn't control himself. "The transaction was moved up an hour. If you, the police, have any action to take, you better hurry."
Amuro Toru's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze stopped at Kurokawa Akiwa: "I will arrange for Kazami to act in advance."
The black-haired young man tilted his head, his soft hair brushing against the side of his face as he moved, his handsome face slightly puffed up like a disgruntled cat.
cute.
Kurokawa Akishi narrowed his eyes, he caught the point in what Amuro Toru said.
arrange.
He had previously felt that Kazami Yu was not a person with leadership abilities, and now it turned out to be true, as Amuro Toru was the final person issuing the public security orders.
Yuya Kazami has always been a cover.
Kurokawa Akiwa looked at Amuro Toru expressionlessly: "Heh."
Toru Amuro: "..."
*
The cruise ship departed from the port and sailed on the sea. Looking around from the giant sightseeing tanker, there was not a single tourist in sight.
Gin lowered the brim of his hat, looked at the closed door in front of him, pushed it open and walked in: "Vodka is gone."
Vodka quickly responded: "Here I am, big brother."
Rum leaned back in the chair, with a strange young man behind him.
Gin had heard of the other party's name and knew that he was climbing the ladder in the organization very quickly. In just a few days, he gained Rum's trust and was even brought to such a crucial transaction occasion, which showed that he had a very high status.
When the black-haired young man saw him, he waved and greeted him happily and easily.
Gin looked across at Rum. The young representative of the Vongola organization looked young with brown hair. There were only two people following him, but his aura seemed to overwhelm them.
Gin's eyes fell on Reborn behind Sawada Tsunayoshi, his brows lowered, sensing the danger emanating from the other party.
"Gin, you're late." Rum was a little unhappy.
Gin's expression was slightly cold. He ignored Rum's words and leaned against the wall, leisurely cleaning his gun.
Rum didn't get a response and was humiliated in public, so he gritted his teeth.
Dazai Osamu supported his chin with one hand and sat in front of the weight trading table.
[Transaction as soon as possible.] An old voice came through the noisy sound of electricity in the headphones.
Rum clenched his fists and turned to the Vongola with a smile: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you all."
Sawada Tsunayoshi's lips curled gently: "I understand you very well. Every organization always has these internal situations that cannot be handled."
Rum looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi, who seemed easy to talk to, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are Rum." Sawada Tsunayoshi said, "I've heard about your deeds for a long time and have always wanted to meet you. I didn't expect that we would be so destined to meet."
Rum said, "The little things that happened before are not worth mentioning. I wonder if the Vongola will accept our funding."
"Our request is simple: all the money spent on research will be donated free of charge, as long as the Vongola can share the technology with our Karasuma Group first after it is developed."
Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed deeply. "You guys are truly a timely help. To be honest, this genetic technology is extremely expensive, and it wouldn't be possible to operate with the Vongola alone. However, the technology has reached a critical juncture, and we'll soon be able to successfully decipher it. However, a funding shortage has prevented further upgrades."
"The Karasuma Group's willingness to contribute this money is truly a timely help."
Rum was still a little dazed. He didn't expect that the other party would give them such important genetic technology without any conditions.
Isn't this achievement a bit too simple?
Hayato Gokudera opened the chip that condensed all the technology and placed it on the weight table.
"I know it might seem strange to say no conditions are required," said Sawada Tsunayoshi, "but to show our sincerity, we've backed up a copy of our developing genetic technology on the information chip. You can also develop it yourself."
Rum was even more confused. He took the chip carrying a huge amount of data.
Just give it to them?
Rum still couldn't quite believe it.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed softly: "If this technology can be developed, it will be a leap forward for human society. We can even transcend death."
[agree. ]
Rum tilted his head and heard the Boss's old voice in his ears.
[Take the technology first, and leave the rest to Vermouth.]
He has reached the point of losing his mind in pursuit of immortality.
The organization boss gave instructions, and Rum subconsciously turned his head to look at Dazai Osamu.
Dazai Osamu, who was acting as a military strategist, was looking at the ice ball in the wine glass. He curled his lips and raised his finger, poking the ice ball, causing it to float up and down, as if nodding.
Rum took the chip handed to him by the Vongola.
At night, the pumpkin lanterns emit dim lights, and the entire amusement park is shrouded in darkness. The lights have changed from their usual brightness to create a scary atmosphere that Halloween should have. Tourists in groups of three or two, wearing scary costumes, walk on the avenue in the center of the amusement park.
Kurokawa Akishige looked at the live video in his hand, waiting for the deciphering results of Noah's Ark.
As long as there is radio contact, there will be traces captured from Noah's Ark.
[Found it.]
The tourist port under construction in the amusement park is already filled with disguised police and FBI officers, all of whom are on high alert, waiting for the cruise ship sailing in the distance.
[The signal from the Organization Boss's communication comes from.]
[The Ferris wheel at the amusement park.]
Kurokawa Akiho frowned, "You're still working on a Ferris wheel at such an old age?"
I hope his newly built amusement park will not be affected by such things. Why would he go to his Ferris wheel when there are so many other places to go?
Tsk.
"Send the detailed location of the organization's boss to the police and the FBI."
[Sent.]
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