"Mr. Akai! What's the situation now?"

Conan Edogawa, or rather, Shinichi Kudo, would run to Akai Shuichi's side and ask a question every three minutes, staring at his phone eagerly, wishing he could just snatch it away to read the message on it, without even touching a word on the homework placed aside.

"Don't be anxious, boy. Instead of waiting here, you might as well go and call Miss Maori."

Akai Shuichi put down his phone, as if indicating something.

Conan Edogawa had an embarrassed expression on his face, and he shook his head: "Ran...she said she was going on a trip with Sonoko for a few days to relax."

Akai Shuichi hit the nail on the head: "I guess you must have been hesitant to hide the organization's affairs and refused to tell her, saying that these things are dangerous and asked her not to get involved."

"We definitely can't drag them into this!" Edogawa Conan still retorted, "Not to mention it's so chaotic outside right now!"

As if they had sensed that something was wrong, the very experienced residents of Mihua either traveled to other places or stayed at home early after get off work, leaving the streets largely empty.

Akai Shuichi shook his head: "Things are about to end. You will have to face her sooner or later. What's more, she has never been a delicate girl who needs your protection - at least her fighting power is stronger than yours."

Heartbroken!

Edogawa Conan instantly became depressed.

That day on the sea, his identity was discovered by Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, and when Conan Edogawa returned, he was beaten up by the two of them - Suzuki Sonoko scolded him, and Mouri Ran hugged him and cried for a while, and finally clenched her fists after his explanation and apology.

Conan Edogawa still feels a headache whenever he thinks about it. What's even more tragic is that he lost his residency rights in the Mori Detective Agency and was kicked back home.

There was still room for discussion. He looked at Mao Li Ran pitifully, knowing that Xiao Lan would be soft-hearted. As a result, Suzuki Sonoko said, "By the way, have you bathed this guy several times? You can see his whole body naked, right?"

The young couple revealed their small eyes at the same time.

In a flash, Conan Edogawa had another big bump on his head, and was packed up by Ran Mouri, whose face turned as red as a tomato, and he went out.

"I understand... I'll explain everything to her after some time."

Conan Edogawa pursed his lips, a little fidgety: "If the organization can be destroyed."

"It certainly will." Akai Shuichi comforted the anxious boy with an affirmative tone.

Conan Edogawa is aware of the recent turmoil between the organization and the Red Team, but due to his fighting ability and age, the public security department is not willing to let him run around no matter what, and even contacted Kudo Yusaku and others to forcibly detain Conan Edogawa in the rear.

He can listen and analyze, but he must not take any action on his own.

Conan Edogawa felt quite frustrated about this. Rather than staying at home, he wanted to go to Nagano, where Karasuma Renya was said to be hiding, to find out the truth.

Only Kudo Yusaku could persuade him: "Shinichi, instead of taking risks, you might as well use your brain to fill in the possible loopholes in the plan. Compared with those adults in the game, your advantage is the most obvious."

What are Kudo Shinichi's strengths? His extremely sharp observation and analytical skills, as well as his vast network of connections.

Last night, Furuya Rei reluctantly informed Akai Shuichi of their plan to avoid the FBI from causing trouble, and then Akai Shuichi relayed it to Edogawa Conan.

Conan Edogawa raised his head and looked at Shuichi Akai: "Mr. Akai, I think we should make preparations for both situations."

Akai Shuichi nodded, with a thoughtful expression: "I thought so too."

The police plan to take action in the afternoon in order to give Songjiang Shigure time to recover. During this time, they can also deploy personnel to respond to emergencies.

However, they also overlooked one point. What if the time of the organization's action coincides with the time when Bermode helps?

Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu were trapped in a trap. Having seen the compassion and help shown by Vermode, they felt that the transaction cooperation between the two was very natural with the previous preparations. However, in the eyes of Akai Shuichi, the heart of the Thousand-Faced Witch was definitely not as gentle as she appeared.

She might sympathize with Matsue Shigure, but she would definitely not come to help now.

Unless - there are other benefits.

FBI agents who put profit above all else are terrifyingly rational and always assume the worst for every problem.

Conan Edogawa thought of what Haibara Ai said: Belmode absolutely cannot stand seeing experimental subjects who are better than her, she is almost going crazy!

The fact that Brother Songjiang was able to enter the organization and receive treatment, doesn’t that mean he was successful?

The young detective almost choked at the thought.

You have to know that Matsue Shigure was trying to buy time with Rum in order to protect him, which caused his injuries to become serious.

He doesn't dare to gamble at all!

The two hit it off and eventually decided to add another layer of safety bolt.

"No need to tell Amuro-kun, things haven't been confirmed yet." Akai Shuichi said, "Although he is a very good undercover, he still has some concerns when facing someone - I don't want to argue with him in the middle of the night."

Conan Edogawa: Mr. Akai, you definitely want to watch the show afterwards, right? And as long as you don't say anything, even if nothing happens, you won't be laughed at by Mr. Amuro.

These two grown men are really enemies.

**************

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the phone rang and Shuichi Akai picked up the phone.

"Well, all the members of the organization who were planning to take action have been captured. Are there any fish that have escaped? I understand... Just do your best to track them down. There is no need to let them go."

After hanging up the phone, the FBI agent's dark green eyes flashed with a smile. He looked at the excited Edogawa Conan and said, "Your judgment was successful. The organization did plan to take action this morning. Our interception was just right."

Conan Edogawa's blue eyes sparkled, and he clenched his fists: "Mr. Akai, let's go to Nagano! I want to see Brother Matsue as soon as possible!"

"Come on, boy, I want to go too." Akai Shuichi picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and walked out first.

***************

"Vodka." After a sharp turn, Gin held the cigarette between his fingers and said casually, "Take out the computer and give it to him."

Vodka, who was driving, immediately showed a surprised expression of "being saved". He held the steering wheel with one hand, quickly pulled out a notebook from the compartment next to him and handed it to Matsue Shigure.

"Leave it to you!" he said excitedly.

He picked up the cool laptop, and the fan made a buzzing sound when he turned it on. Matsue Shigure squinted his eyes and tapped the keyboard with some enjoyment.

"Click, click." It sounds so nice.

The system couldn't help shaking its head in consciousness: "You lied again."

After Matsue Shigure removed the [Hacker] card, he touched the computer like a cat seeing catnip. He was a little addicted. He even rubbed the screen with his face. The depression in his heart that was caused by Gin's bumpy journey suddenly disappeared.

"I'm not lying at all. I've done everything I promised."

The player quickly typed on the keyboard, and before intercepting the surveillance, he wrote a virus program and threw it into the organization's intranet, tampering with all the data related to the experiment.

Wow... there's even a photo of Subaru Akabane sniping, pretty cool.

System: "Wait a minute, I'll take a screenshot!"

He didn't know why, but his system disliked him in every way, and instead liked Akabane Subaru's settings...Matsue Shigure suspected that it was because of this that it had deceived itself and kept it a secret from him for so long.

Songjiang Shigure said sympathetically: "The dead cannot be resurrected, please accept my condolences."

System: “???”

Although Gin was sitting next to him, he had no interest in this. Instead, he switched to a submachine gun and looked out the window.

Songjiang Shiyu wants to say one thing in particular: Please do not stick your head out of the window when riding in a car.

But if you think about it carefully, this is a warrior who runs a red light and glares at the driver.

An image suddenly flashed through his mind. Gin was standing expressionless against the backdrop of a prison with a sign around his neck - he must obey traffic rules in the future.

Matsue Shigure was playing the hacker mini-game that assisted the game, and couldn't help but laugh at his own imagination.

The gloomy A's even smile is a cold sneer, which is similar to Gin's.

After hearing this, Gin paid some attention to the screen, and couldn't help but let out a bit of murderous intent. His voice was cold and hard: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Matsue Shigure came back to his senses and looked at the screen.

Good news, he has just finished processing the data and closed the interface.

Bad news, the photo that the system had to take a screenshot of just now has not been closed.

Gin's face turned completely dark, and Matsue Shigure didn't even need to look at him to know that the "suspicious PTSD" in this man's heart had come back again.

He calmly clicked "X", turned on the monitoring system, and turned the traffic light in front of him to green.

"I don't know what this is. There are hackers at the FBI as well. They were just attacking computers."

Gin narrowed his eyes: "Then what are you laughing at?"

I'm thinking about you, Songjiang Shigure answered in his heart.

He just said nonchalantly, "This poor technique is too unchallenging. Speaking of which, why do I remember that rye whiskey doesn't look like that?"

Gin stared at him, the blond young man had a mocking smile on his lips, and his cobalt blue eyes were cold and playful enough to be a member of the organization. His irritable mood was smoothed out after he touched the computer, and his pure interest was particularly prominent.

A doesn't remember Subaru Akabane. He only heard him say that Rye Whiskey used him to betray the organization. Therefore, after seeing this picture sent by the FBI, he felt puzzled - is that so?

The balance between suspicion and trust in Gin's heart was constantly being pulled, and his tense nerves made him particularly irritable.

He couldn't even tell whether Matsue Shigure was going against the grain by placing this photo in front of him or was genuinely mocking the FBI.

He stared at Songjiang Shigure, trying to see any clues from his face.

Why was his memory emptied so completely this time that even Subaru Akabane couldn't provoke him? Or - did he remember it from the beginning?

"Gin."

The blond young man noticed his prolonged silence and turned slightly. The light from the window fell behind him, casting his entire body in shadow. Only a deep shade of blue could be seen.

"What are you afraid of?" His tone was between calm and sarcastic, touching on Gin's emotional point, "This kind of anxiety about gain and loss should not appear in you."

This sentence often reminds people of a fool in love. Gin's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately felt unhappy.

"Since you want a clear answer, I'll tell you."

He said, "Compared to that photo, I still like you a little better."

…

Vodka is a very good driver. After the surveillance camera was hacked and the traffic lights were turned on, he escaped from the encirclement with a few drifts.

When he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to report to Gin, he turned around and noticed a strange atmosphere behind him.

Gin held the submachine gun and stared at A, his face so gloomy that it looked as if the butt of the gun would hit him on the head at any moment. However, A continued typing on the computer as if he saw nothing, and even raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Brother." Vodka looked away, ignoring the strange feeling, and said quickly, "We have already entered Nagano Prefecture. We have gotten rid of those cops. Should we go straight through now?"

"Keep going." Gin replied concisely and watched Matsue Shigure close the computer.

The rain outside had subsided, but the clothes that had just been soaked could not dry in a short time. The thin hospital gown was soaked and stuck directly to his body. The blond young man came to his senses from being addicted to the computer, rubbed his arms subconsciously, and coughed a few times.

The blood color on his lips faded again.

Once we reached Nagano Prefecture, there wasn't much road left, so Vodka took a shortcut without even alerting anyone.

They are about to say goodbye forever.

"A, do you want to die?"

Gin retracted his gaze, reloaded the magazine of the gun in his hand, and the words he spoke sounded no different from threats.

Songjiang Shigure said lazily, "I do."

There is no difference between replying to him and provoking him.

"laugh."

Gin sneered, feeling sorry for his stupid question.

The Porsche was driving fast on the road, with lush trees on both sides. Looking around, the green was interspersed with pink and white, vaguely reminding people that it is spring.

Vodka was trembling with fear for the war behind him, and was wondering where his destination was today and why it was so remote.

Speaking of which, although the cherry blossoms in Nagano are not as famous as those in Nara, they are actually beautiful enough. If A can recuperate here recently, he can take people around...

Suddenly, there was a "bang" and Vodka felt the car body jolted and tilted uncontrollably towards the guardrail. He quickly turned the steering wheel and shouted, "Brother!"

From the rearview mirror, they could see a black Mazda following them like a desperate beast, accelerating towards them.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the rear cover of the Porsche bent and deformed. Vodka stepped on the accelerator hard, and a tailspin knocked the front of the Mazda to the other side.

"Damn it!" Vodka cursed angrily, "These cops don't care about their lives!"

I don't know when the two cars were side by side on the road and were colliding with each other, with a sense of a fight to the death, but fortunately the Porsche was close to the inside and there was no risk of being thrown out.

"Vodka, calm down."

Matsue Shigure's face turned completely pale. He struggled to hold on to the car window to keep his balance, and his pupils shrank when he saw the person sitting in the Mazda.

"This is..." he murmured involuntarily.

The window of the black Mazda was already open, and a young man poked his head out from it. His semi-long hair was draped over his shoulders and was soon wet by the rain. His deep purple eyes flashed with anxiety and joy of reunion, and even his expression was a little distorted.

"Stop now!" he shouted hoarsely, holding his gun in his hand. "You are surrounded!"

The blond young man subconsciously wanted to close the window, but Gin held his hand. The latter raised his pistol directly, but his hand was shaken by the sudden bump.

As if there really was an ambush, the black Mazda rammed its body towards this side desperately, and two bullets were nailed to the frame, as if it was a warning.

"Is that the person in the photo?"

Songjiang Shigure's voice was very dry, with a slight tremor, and he looked out the window in confusion.

Gin held his wrist tightly and said coldly: "Do you care?"

"Gin..." He called his code name softly.

Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and some strands of hair were stuck to his face. He looked extremely pitiful. The blue eyes that had just been confronting him with great energy were now full of confusion.

【really……】

Gin looked at Matsue Shigure with an expressionless face, and actually felt that this was the real thing.

This guy said nice things to him, but when those who were familiar with him showed up, he would betray him without hesitation.

Untrustworthiness is ingrained in our bones.

It's ridiculous that he really thought Songjiang Shigure had completely forgotten about it.

"You really don't know how to live or die."

Gin said coldly, he let go of Matsue Shigure's wrist, sat back in his seat, and picked up the submachine gun he had just used.

Another car appeared from behind. Compared to those who were afraid to attack Matsue Shigure, Gin always knew what was in order. He opened the door directly and started to fight with the car from behind.

The co-pilot seat was opened, and he struggled to keep his body steady in the Mazda. Hagiwara Kenji's voice was particularly unreal in the rain and mist. He stretched out his hand: "Instructor, come here first!"

Matsue Shigure didn't say anything else. He held on to the seat belt tightly, as if that could stop the severe headache. His eyes fell on the young man with half-long hair, and looked particularly hazy.

He met Gin's eyes and opened the car door.

Gin's elbow touched the other pistol on his waist, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Instructor!"

Hagiwara Kenji's eyes lit up. In his opinion, if the organization wanted to save Matsue Shigure, they would not attack him. It was not impossible to surround him and rescue him.

The blond young man unbuckled his seat belt and stretched out his pale and thin hands. He could feel the strong wind and wet rain on his palms.

It's cool.

The sound of gunfire from Gin's battle with the police behind him was particularly clear, as if he had no time to pay attention to the situation here.

"I'll pull you over, it's okay."

Kenji Hagiwara gritted his teeth and stretched out half his body forward. He seemed to be hanging on the door, and his slender fingers with the old coils were about to touch the other's fingertips.

"Click" I seemed to hear a slight sound.

Matsue Shigure's hand retracted halfway, and Hagiwara Kenji raised his head consciously, and his fingertips touched the cold muzzle of the gun.

"Instructor...?" he muttered in disbelief.

Hagiwara Kenji saw his own face in Matsue Shigure's cobalt blue eyes. He was shocked and confused, and he felt so nervous that he might fall out of the car at any moment.

The blond young man pursed his lips tightly, leaned against the car door, and held the pistol that Gin had handed to him at the beginning.

Aimed at Kenji Hagiwara.

"I don't know you," he said, "but you're giving me a headache."

"Bang!" Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

A flower of blood bloomed on Kenji Hagiwara's chest.

His outstretched hand trembled, and finally fell without any strength, and he fell to the ground on the asphalt road. All he could hear was the anxious shouts of the police officer in the driver's seat.

"Gin." The blond young man turned around and complained, "Can you be faster?"