If there is a God in the world, then there must also be a devil named Satan.
Compared to Jesus who saves people from suffering in the Bible, Satan is naturally the messenger of death, which corresponds exactly to Conan and Osaka Black Chicken.
As for Makoto Sakaki and Kidd...
To be honest, they don't think they are good people, and they have no psychological pressure to call themselves Satan.
"By the way, does your girlfriend know about this?"
After the matter was resolved, the phone call was hung up. Conan picked up a new bowl of rice and ate his own fried horse mackerel, stuffing his mouth with something:
"You don't want her to join in, do you..."
"She won't join."
Sakaki Makoto shook his head:
"Otherwise it would be too unfair to you. She and I should just be counted as one member. Anyway, we usually discuss things with each other."
"Now that we have formed an alliance, you should tell me about the Black Organization."
After finishing the meal in front of him in no time, Conan wiped his mouth and said:
"You let Kidd join the program team for Rena Mizunoshi, but you didn't have much interest in Rena Mizunoshi before. Your sudden change of attitude may be related to Gin... Why?"
Under normal circumstances, Conan's little head is still very smart. He had already judged from clues that Gin had a task to give to Makoto Sakaki, but guessing was just one side of the story. He still needed to ask the person involved for the details of the task.
"Oh, you're talking about this."
Sakaki Makoto opened the drawer of the table, took out a transparent ashtray from it, and lit a cigarette. The cigarette was the one he had just asked Corgi to buy.
Smoke rose up, Sakaki Makoto breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"That's right. I asked Brother Kidd to go undercover at Nichimi TV because the organization gave me a mission."
really!
"Why?"
A bright light flashed across the lens, and Conan asked:
"Rena Mizunashi is also a member of the organization, right? Gin sent you to investigate her. Does he doubt her identity?"
Ever since Conan knew that Rena Mizunashi was from the CIA, the originally beautiful older sister has become unfathomable. In Conan's eyes, her every move seems to be strongly purposeful.
"The organization is preparing to launch a counterattack against FBI agents in Japan. After all, they believe that the people who attacked the institute are from the FBI... Bah! What do you mean by believe? It's obviously the FBI!"
If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. Just like Conan, Makoto Sakaki keeps brainwashing himself and putting the blame on the FBI to avoid accidentally letting the cat out of the bag one day, which would cause big trouble.
"Oh..."
Conan glanced at Sakaki Makoto with disdain. He didn't believe that the FBI would be the one who attacked the research institute!
Don’t you think about who will take over the crucial mission of Miyano Shiho?
I'm afraid Shuichi Akai will have to bear the blame until next year.
"You told me last time that the Black Organization was going to take action against the FBI. I want to ask about the more specific plans."
"A more specific plan?"
Sakaki shrugged:
"I don't know either. Don't you know Gin? He won't tell you all his plans."
"What about you?"
Conan asked:
"What's your next plan? Don't lie to me again!"
"I've never lied to you, I just didn't want to tell you...Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, making me look like a highway bully. I say, okay!"
Sighing sadly and flicking the ash off his cigarette, Sakaki Makoto organized his words and said:
"I came to Hakone this time to check my parents' house and see if they left any clues back then."
"Did you find anything?"
"certainly."
Reaching into his bosom, Sakaki took out his handkerchief, unfolded it on the table, and carefully picked up a strand of black hair:
"I found a secret room in the house, but the things my father left behind were taken away. I only found the hair and footprints left by the criminal."
The two Corgis looked at each other, puzzled:
"Your house was robbed?"
"After all, no one has lived here for more than a decade, so it's normal for it to be robbed."
"oh..."
Nodding, Conan took the hair and wiped off the dust. Seeing the black and full hair, which reflected a little light under the light, he asserted:
"This prisoner... looks healthy, he's definitely not bald!"
"Isn't this just nonsense?!"
Kidd, who had been listening attentively, became furious when he heard this:
"Where does the hair come from on a bald head?!"
"Bald heads also have hair!"
"?"
Kidd said with a strange expression:
"I've noticed that you've become more and more frivolous lately. You're completely different from when we first met!"
"Oh, people change!"
"No, no, no, you are no longer resistant to the word 'improper', don't you realize?"
Conan was stunned. He silently let down his hair and began to think about life.
yes...
he...
Since when did I get used to making dirty jokes?
Six months ago, he obviously would not say such words out loud. He kept them in his heart and muttered them secretly, which is commonly known as being sullen...
Just like a peeled egg, beneath the seemingly white, smooth and tender skin, there is a golden heart hidden.
Now...
It's a salted duck egg. When you peel off the skin, you can see the juicy and tempting egg yolk.
"By the way, have you ever noticed that when two people spend a long time together, they become more and more alike?"
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