Chapter 182 The Metropolitan Police Department Needs You



"It doesn't matter."

Megure Jusan said generously:

"Brother Makoto Sakaki is here this time, so you can rest assured."

"Isn't that right, Brother Sakaki Makoto?"

"Um..."

Sakaki Makoto nodded nonchalantly, his eyes wandering around.

If Kogoro Mori were here...

In the crowd, a big head shook from time to time, attracting his attention.

When I walked over to take a look, it was indeed Conan.

"Why are you here?"

Sakaki Makoto asked in confusion:

"Don't you go to school? Why do you have so much free time every day?"

Conan pouted:

"I can't finish school early."

We just separated yesterday and met again today, and both encountered murder cases.

It can no longer be described as a coincidence.

"Since you are here, have you spotted anyone suspicious?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you!"

Conan pulled his arm, climbed onto his shoulder, and whispered:

"The deceased seems to be a member of the Black Organization!"

"Um?!"

Sakaki's eyes widened, thinking, this can't be such a coincidence...

"How can you be sure?"

"He's dressed in black!"

“There are so many people wearing black clothes on the street!”

Seeing that Sakaki Makoto didn't believe him, Conan got a little anxious:

"He made a phone call from a public landline, mentioned gin and vodka, and called himself Tequila..."

Tequila.

A brand new wine name code.

Since gin and vodka appeared, it is very likely that Tequila is also a member of the organization.

"Haven't you heard of him?"

Conan asked blankly.

"No."

Sakaki Makoto simply shook his head:

"I am a marginal figure in the organization and have not yet reached the core."

"Except for Gin and Vodka, I don't know anyone else with a code name."

Sakaki Makoto knows Miyano Shiho's code name is Sherry, but he will not tell Conan Miyano Shiho's identity.

“Tsk!”

Conan's eyes were full of contempt, and he looked at him with disdain:

"I thought you were some big shot..."

"Love is just a part-time job!"

"Can you chat?"

Sakaki rolled his eyes and carried him towards the crime scene:

"With your emotional intelligence, how did you catch up with Miss Maori?"

"Besides..."

“Who didn’t start out as a worker and climb up?”

"What's wrong with workers? Without workers, can the boss be called the boss?"

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