"Gin, you and those two idiots made an appointment here tonight?" The blond young man took the initiative and spoke coldly, "You have a really bad eye for choosing people."
Gin's expression suddenly darkened. Vodka, who was standing next to him, had already taken out his gun, took a step forward, and said viciously: "Bourbon, show some respect to Big Brother. We haven't even asked you what you're doing here at four in the morning!"
Amuro Toru didn't look at him: "Do I have an obligation to report to you?"
"Vodka, shut up." Gin twirled the hair in his hand and said firmly, "This is not yours, and those two idiots are not here - Bourbon, I think you need to give me an explanation."
Seeing the suspicion gradually emerging in Gin's eyes, Toru Amuro just wanted to curse.
He suspected that he might have been infected by the bad luck of Songjiang Xunye, who got into trouble wherever he went. How come any smuggler of contraband could be caught by Gin?
How lucky is this factory to be so well-located that so many forces can gather here in one night?
Should he be glad that he didn't bring the police in directly to arrest people?
No... If they bring the police directly in, Gin and Vodka will be stuck...
Toru Amuro felt a shudder in his heart, and even felt a little regretful. He quickly pulled back his thoughts and began to organize his words.
It is impossible to hide the existence of Songjiang Xunye. The other party exposed it carelessly just to attract forces from multiple parties.
It seems that this is the only way...
Amuro closed his eyes and succinctly told the whole story from beginning to end, then turned to Gin and questioned him: "What kind of unique hobbies do those two idiots you found have? They even robbed the graves of policemen and left provocative messages. Otherwise, how could I be pulled here as an outside aid by him and attract the police!
If I hadn't noticed that something was wrong with those two guys and was afraid that the police would retaliate, I wouldn't have come here in the early morning to help you clean up the mess!"
The silver-haired killer listened in silence, and finally shouted coldly: "Vodka!"
Vodka was sweating profusely after hearing this. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Brother, I really didn't know they had such a problem!!
It’s the leader’s problem! The leader looks quite friendly, maybe he is just trying to attract the police to extort money from us, that’s for sure!”
Thinking carefully, it seems that this is the only reason, otherwise Bourbon would not come here alone at four in the morning, and there were indeed traces of police cars having been here before.
Gin took a deep breath to calm his anger, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Since they dare to do this, don't blame us for not giving them face!"
Vodka said in a deep voice: "We must make them pay the price!"
They dared to fool them like this and even provoked the police, trying to let the police deal with the organization. This is unforgivable!
Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief, lit a candle for the unknown black organization that had dropped a big pot on him, and added some firewood.
"Come to think of it, this hair belongs to your colleague from the cafe?" Gin raised the hair he had been holding in his hand. "Foreigner?"
Amuro Toru looked indifferent: "I don't know, anyway, he is a very incompetent and annoying guy."
Gin grasped the key point: "He is good at pestering you?"
Amuro Toru: “…” Why does this sound so strange?
He frowned and said impatiently, "When did you become so gossipy, Gin?"
"I just hope you can remember your identity well."
The silver-haired killer snorted in an ambiguous tone, turned around and walked into the factory with the vodka.
Toru Amuro stood at the door for a few seconds.
He vaguely sensed that Gin's attitude was different from usual, but what exactly was the problem...
Could it be that Gin knew Songjiang Xun? This was impossible. Not to mention how a normal person could recognize someone's identity through a strand of hair, just looking at Gin's calm attitude...
Wait!
Amuro Toru's face changed. Could this guy really be a member sent by the organization to test his loyalty?
He turned around hastily, and instead of looking for the police, he went around to an empty corner and called Kazami Yuya: "Check all of Matsue Shunya's whereabouts since he showed up!"
"Also, transfer the case at the factory tonight to the police as soon as possible, and change the confessions of the two criminals as follows..."
***
"Brother, is there something wrong with Bourbon?"
Gin lifted the police cordon and squatted in front of the pool of blood to check for traces. Hearing this, he replied, "It's a coincidence, but the fault is probably not with him."
Vodka, wearing sunglasses in the dark, almost slipped. He laughed dryly and asked tentatively: "Do you think it was that...his companion? But Bourbon's suspicion cannot be ruled out!"
Gin looked at the blood on the ground and suddenly let out a deep laugh from his throat: "It's really interesting...haha."
Vodka shuddered subconsciously and for a moment he didn't know what to ask.
Oh no, it seems that Big Brother has become even more perverted. He's looking at such a large pool of blood and yet he's still smiling so happily.
…
When Gin picked up that strand of hair, he had a vague idea in his mind.
The day he passed by the hospital, he went back to check the information of the young man suspected to be "A" and was surprised to find that the place where he worked coincided with Bourbon.
A was a member of the organization who was suspected of betrayal. In a failed mission that dealt a heavy blow to the organization, he was executed by Gin and his body fell into the sea.
And now, only a year and a half later, the guy is back in action, hanging around the organization again, and even his leg has healed.
Although the treatment may not be that good, otherwise I would not have been hospitalized because of the leg injury.
Gin is suspicious by nature, so he naturally would not regard this as a coincidence of "looking alike", but began to suspect that this was a "counter-fishing" operation by the organization behind A.
The other party dares to show up so boldly, which is to declare war on the organization!
As for Bourbon, this key member who once had a close cooperative relationship with A is the first target that A wants to incite or eliminate after his "resurrection".
Due to special reasons, A never reveals his face. Only the top leaders of the organization and some researchers know what he looks like, but Bourbon is unaware.
Bourbon happened to be alone tonight, and his impatient look showed that he was very annoyed by being bullied, and Gin could easily find evidence of what he said.
This can also indirectly prove that Bourbon did not lie about this matter, but A may have had some different ideas about him.
The reversal of the hunter and the prey often happens in a moment, and Gin can't wait to catch the bird that has flown out of the cage.
He was never afraid of the enemy's declaration of war, and he always knew how to remain calm and wait.
Gin felt much better after figuring out the details, but the smile on his face didn't last long before it disappeared again.
Because he remembered that at the beginning, A should have been assigned to him as a fixed partner, but when the boss asked him to choose between two, A chose Rum, the useless old thing, without hesitation, and finally it was transferred to Bourbon.
From the beginning to the end, no matter how bad his face was, or how much he threatened or tempted him, A's attitude towards him was always one of scolding and fear, with a frown on his face.
Previously, Bourbon was also scolded along with him, but now it is A who is trying every possible means to please Bourbon...
"Vodka." Gin looked up at his current regular partner, his tone flat and cold, "Am I fierce to you? Which one is better, vodka or bourbon?"
Vodka: “Ah…?”
Bro, what's going on tonight?
***
9:30 in the morning, Café Poirot.
"Ms. Xiaozi - I promise there won't be a next time!"
"I'm almost hearing your words. Forget it, just go early and come back early. Come back at noon today to help me try out the new dishes."
“Remember to wear sunscreen!”
"no problem!"
Looking at the other person's back that seemed to be taking off, Azusa Enomoto sighed silently.
Logically speaking, the cafe hired one more person, so why did she feel more tired than before?
Matsue Shigure quickly opened the door with wind chimes hanging on it and walked out, his steps becoming lighter.
Today he was wearing a light-colored long-sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, and a baseball cap. He looked like a high school student, and with his excited expression that said, "It's great to get to work," he looked even younger.
The system hit him mercilessly: "Stop jumping around and go find the address your boss gave you."
Songjiang Shigure instantly withered: "I really won't reveal anything, right? I don't have any background memory, shouldn't I have set these myself?"
System: "Game errors are out of control. Look, I am also locked up here to accompany you, right?"
Songjiang Shiyu felt wronged: "But you are of no use at all."
System: "Oh, I don't need to use up memory to chat with you? Bye!"
Matsue Shigure: "Tong! Tong! Dad!! I was wrong!"
System: "Humph... I don't have such a son."
Songjiang Shigure was flexible and appeased the arrogant system, then continued to think about how to connect.
In the "Detective Strategy Manual" game, the player has an identity card with a fixed character, and the background story of the identity card is generally written by the player himself to facilitate the player's memory and understanding of the character.
The original characters in the background will all be set as deceased NPCs and will not come out to cause trouble for the players.
In the previous two rounds, Matsue Shigure used the background to create a tragic drama for himself.
In this week, his identity is an undercover public security reporter with an unknown background. Matsue Shigure thought that he was just a background board that would never appear like before, until last night... his boss was alive!
Surprise! Dirty words!
He was so scared that he sat under the bed for more than ten minutes before crawling back.
System says: Someone's leg is stuck and he can't move, and he's just too lazy to jump.
The unknown boss sent a series of messages to Matsue Shigure in code, asking him about his current progress and whether he had any ideas for the next step. His tone was caring and seemed very familiar.
Matsue Shigure was holding the phone, confused: "Tong, what should I reply? Is the sandwich really delicious or did he reveal Amuro's secrets?"
System: "Didn't you say you never wrongly accuse a good person?"
Matsue Shigure: "But now I am the one who is going to die!! If it is discovered that I am not myself, won't I just say goodbye to the world!"
System: "Then I will pray with you! You better find a solution quickly!"
So everyone just stared at the chat box for a long while, not daring to send even a period.
After a while, the boss couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and sent a string of addresses to Songjiang Shiyu, asking him to go for the appointment the next morning. If he was not free, he should reply with the appointment code.
Matsue Shigure had no time to choose, and he didn't even remember what the code was.
One can only hope that Lady Luck blesses him today.
"If I can't come back this time, my inheritance will be handed over to Miss Xiaozi." Songjiang Shiyu was silently sad in his heart, "I have already written a suicide note last night."
The system said quietly: "If someone finds out that your public security identity has been replaced by someone else, it will be considered treason. Don't implicate them."
Matsue Shigure was shocked: "What? I will hand over the inheritance to Gin when I return!"
System: "You are such a clever little fellow."
They all went downstairs arguingly, and Songjiang Shigure pressed the elevator for the 37th floor.
"Ding Dong." The elevator door opened, and the first thing that appeared was the sign on the door - Jiujing Psychological Counseling Room.
Before Songjiang Shigure had time to lower his head to confirm the address, he heard someone calling him from behind.
"Brother Songjiang!"
"Matsue-kun? Why are you here?"
"Eh? Conan, do you know this person?"
His back stiffened and he turned around slowly.
Standing from left to right were Kogoro Mouri, Ran Mouri, Conan Edogawa, and the one I just met last night... Toru Amuro.
Looking at the people with burning eyes, Songjiang Shiyu pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Morning, good morning."
System: "I hope Conan will bless you."
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The author has something to say:
Asking on behalf of Shigure: Amuro Toru, don’t you need to sleep?