Chapter 284 Seventy-Threeth Cycle (114)
Although they didn't find anything in the police system, getting those two names was still a pretty good result for them.
Even so, I was still somewhat unwilling to give up, as the key issue remained unresolved.
“Officer Hagiwara, think about it carefully again. Did your brother mention anything else before? About those two people?” Shiratori Ninzaburo asked.
Hagiwara Chisato shook her head: "Their time at the police academy only lasted a few months, and they were always busy after graduation, so it seems they haven't kept in touch since."
Sato Miwako crossed her arms and thought, "Indeed, it seems like I've only seen those three people in the past few years; the other two haven't shown up at all."
Takagi Wataru scratched his head: "They probably really aren't police officers anymore. They don't work together anymore, so naturally they've lost touch, and we haven't seen them since."
"No, if that were the case, the police wouldn't keep their information confidential," said Yokomizo Shigego. "I think it's more likely they're on some kind of secret mission—"
Hagiwara Chisato, who had given him an elbow strike, quickly withdrew his hand, leaned against the table, and gave the surprised group of people an innocent, bright smile.
Conan Edogawa quickly changed the subject: "Um, where are Inspector Matsuda and the others? Can't we ask them for details?"
Sato Miwako suddenly looked down at his expression, and said thoughtfully, "They are still on that mysterious mission and haven't returned yet, and they rarely reply with messages..."
"Someone outside is looking for Officer Matsuda," someone called from the doorway. "Do you know where Officer Matsuda is?"
Chiba Kazunobu turned his head and said, "I don't know. Who's looking for him? Isn't Officer Matsuda from the Explosives Division? Why is he looking for someone here?"
“He’s a foreigner.” The policeman looked troubled. “I don’t quite understand what he’s saying, but he does have Officer Matsuda’s business card, and it says our First Investigation Division’s position.”
In addition, he did know that Officer Matsuda had a good relationship with several officers in the First Investigation Division, so he helped come in to find the person.
The group exchanged glances and then walked out together.
Conan Edogawa pondered who the foreigner who came looking for him at this time with Matsuda Jinpei's business card from the First Investigative Division might be. He considered a bunch of possibilities, but when he actually saw the person, he was still stunned.
He recognized that face!
Conan Edogawa's eyes widened immediately.
The information Mr. Amuro showed him last night about the organization called "Nadaunichtokitti" was about Oleg, the brother of the leader, Elenica.
Three years ago, he did have some interaction with Pramia and Officer Matsuda.
The black-haired child darted over and took the spot closest to the man, tilting his head back and innocently asking, "Hey, Uncle, what do you need Officer Matsuda for?"
The man was tense and looked exhausted, clutching a tablet computer tightly.
Even inside the Metropolitan Police Department, he never let his guard down, as if it were not a safe place at all.
But when faced with such a small and adorable child, he softened his expression and tried his best to say in a mix of English and Russian, "Sorry, little friend, I don't understand Japanese."
Having fully understood, Conan Edogawa blinked and said directly in Russian, "It's okay, Uncle, I happen to know Russian!"
Oleg's eyes widened suddenly: "!!!"
*
"That kid actually knows Russian?" Pramia raised an eyebrow in surprise on the other end of the bugging device.
“This kid named Conan Edogawa is definitely not ordinary. I didn’t expect that the fox would ask a kid to investigate you.” Kiyoko Yamaguchi flipped through the news on her computer, her other hand thoughtfully stroking her chin. “He is the son of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri. He has solved several major cases before and has a good relationship with the police.”
"He's the one who disrupted your plans to catch those two escaped bombers, isn't he?" she asked, turning to him.
“Yes, that’s him. I remember his face.” Pramia smirked. “This kid is on my death list too.”
Kiyoko Yamaguchi listened for a while, then said with some disappointment, "They don't have the information I want. I'll leave this to you and continue to keep an eye on the fox."
Pramia was still contemplating detonating the bomb directly at the Metropolitan Police Department when she heard this, and then she remembered that the focus was on the other side, so she turned to look at her.
The monitoring on the other end was in headphone mode, and Kiyoko Yamaguchi was constantly connected to keep track of the situation. At this moment, her expression suddenly became strange.
"What's wrong? What happened over there? Has that guy named Morofuku shown up?!" Pramia immediately took out her phone and turned on the bugging device.
How about this one?
Because it was an isolated underground bunker, even with special methods, the sounds coming from there were still some noise.
"It's a bit too intense, I don't really like it. I didn't expect Furuya to like this type?"
"Haha, I actually quite like this."
However, because the bugging device was right next to a person's neck, the conversation was still relatively clear.
"Then let's try this one. These are my treasured possessions."
What are they saying? Why is the atmosphere so relaxed?
Pramia gradually clenched his fist.
Shouldn't they be frantically trying to defused the bomb, filled with panic, despair, and fear right now?!
"Huh? You blond bastard, do you drink all the time? Is this how you work as a police officer?!"
Alcohol? They're actually drinking?! And at a time like this, they're laughing and talking amidst the clinking of glasses?!
"...Of course not, how could that be?"
With the crisp sound of alcohol being poured into glasses, the young man's helpless voice came through: "Drinking leads to trouble. I don't usually drink unless necessary. I only accumulated some alcohol because of work, and I've shared it all with you."
As soon as they finished speaking, another burst of laughter and playful banter came from the other side, as relaxed and happy as a gathering of friends. Who would have guessed that they were defusing a bomb in a police underground bunker?
Pramia: "..."
Pramia turned to him and said, "Have they lost their minds?"
Kiyoko Yamaguchi rubbed her forehead, laughing in exasperation.
"Have they completely given up on defusing the bomb?" Pramia asked incredulously. "How did Matsuda Jinpei defuse my bomb three years ago? Even though the bomb collar was upgraded, didn't he even try to struggle? It's only been a short time???"
She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Or have they discovered we're eavesdropping and are deliberately trying to mislead us?" Pramia frowned.
"If they really found out and wanted to put on an act to hide it from us, they probably wouldn't have chosen such an obvious way, right?" Kiyoko Yamaguchi tapped her fingers lightly on the table. As she listened, she gradually detected a sense of calm madness beneath the laughter and chatter.
"...Could this be the final celebration?" The woman in the red dress with long black hair raised an eyebrow. "Really? Even after all this, that guy named Morofushi still hasn't shown up? Hasn't the police academy found anything either?"
"Impossible!" Pramia gripped her injured arm, veins bulging on the back of her hand. "Unless... that guy isn't already dead, is he?!"
Kiyoko Yamaguchi had no attachment to the man named Morofushi. Upon hearing this, she rested her chin on her hand and laughed, "Dead people really can't attend banquets."
"I don't believe it!" Pramia suddenly stood up. "Let's try other methods!"
Kiyoko Yamaguchi sighed, "Alright, but we don't have much time left. Aren't you going to a wedding tomorrow? And you're meeting with Tsutomu Muranaka later?"
“I can kill them all while holding the wedding.” Pramia neatly tied her long blonde hair into a bun and hid the grenade inside.
Then her blue eyes flickered, and she suddenly revealed a gentle and pitiful smile, whispering, "I can control everything on my phone, the rest is up to you."
“You must be very busy.” Kiyoko Yamaguchi gently twirled a strand of long black hair over her shoulder and smiled. “Okay, I can back down. Matsuda is yours, but the fox is mine.”
Pramia looked reluctant, and she still remembered being relentlessly pursued by that blond, dark-skinned man.
She wouldn't have been caught if that guy hadn't bitten her so tightly.
Her hatred for that guy named Furuya was second only to Morofushi, who injured her, and Matsuda, who defused her bomb.
If Morofushi really died a long time ago, then Furuya, who had such a good relationship with Morofushi, was her only outlet for venting her frustrations.
"I've given you Matsuda, the one who personally arrested me and put me in prison." Kiyoko Yamaguchi's smile gradually faded, her eyes slightly raised, and she said coldly, "You should at least give me the fox."
"Alright, alright, then Furuya is yours. Remember to take lots of photos and videos of him while you're torturing him, okay?" Pramia's brow relaxed, she blew her a kiss, turned and waved goodbye before leaving.
Since they're cooperating, she can't monopolize all the prey; let's leave it at that for now.
At worst, we can just kill Kiyoko Yamaguchi after we end the collaboration.
*
Inside the police's underground bunker.
The rich aroma of wine was blocked out of the transparent room.
However, the people sitting inside showed no signs of drunkenness; the alcohol had only dampened their lips, and they hadn't actually drunk any of it.
"Huh, it seems like someone's looking for Kojinpei? This person... looks like Oleg!" Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the transparent wall and silently typed a line on his phone for them to see.
[Conan is asking me about Oleg.]
"Huh? He actually came to see Matsuda? Why?" Date Wataru put down the bottle of liquor he was holding, which he had been using to make it look fancy, and picked up his phone to type: [What's the reaction from Pramia and Yamaguchi Kiyoko?]
Matsuda Jinpei didn't even look up, continuing to busy himself on Furuya Rei's neck: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm really annoyed right now."
Rei Furuya swirled his glass and chuckled, "Let's hear what's going on first. I don't have anything to do here."
[It's still uncertain; we'll continue as originally planned.]
Matsuda Jinpei remained silent.
"Ah, Conan-kun also sent a message. He's with that person." Kenji Hagiwara explained the situation briefly while showing them his phone screen.
Should we tell Conan?
"In that case, Matsuda, you should go and take a look." Furuya Rei nodded slightly, his fingers flying across the phone screen as he typed.
[Okay, let Takagi impersonate Matsuda to meet Oleg first. If they encounter danger, he should immediately reveal his true identity so that Pramia and Oleg know that "Matsuda" is an imposter. This way, it will be safer.]
“Yes, let’s go with you, Jinpei. Maybe we can get some extra information from there to solve our current problems,” Kenji Hagiwara said.
It would be safer if I went with them. I'll help cover for them and try my best to keep Oleg and Pramia from knowing that "Matsuda" is an imposter.
"Ah, but the police told me to come over later, and then only Furuya will be left," Date Wataru said.
Matsuda stayed here to continue modifying the collar. I pretended that Matsuda and Hagiwara left together, and then contacted other people outside.
Matsuda Jinpei turned to look at them, frowning, but finally sighed and irritably ruffled his curly hair, making it even more messy.
“Alright, alright.” He said in a low voice, “He had better actually have information about Pramia.”
Rei Furuya also said, "It's alright, I don't have anything to do here. It's better if you guys help with the investigation outside. As for this collar... I'll call my subordinate over to help later, he can give it a try."
I won't be staying here long either. You all go out first, and I'll be leaving soon too.
He got up and pushed the three of them out, also making them take the wine glasses and bottles with them.
After a while, the elevator doors opened again, and a man opened the heavily guarded door and stepped into the transparent room.
Rei Furuya sat in the chair and smiled: "Kazami, I'm counting on you from now on."
Matsuda Jinpei pressed the voice changer on his neck and said nervously and respectfully in Kazami Yuya's voice, "Yes, Mr. Furuya."
Under the blond youth's suppressed laughter and teasing gaze, Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth, pressed down on his shoulder, and buried himself in continuing to fiddle with the collar around his neck.
In the quiet basement, only a beam of strong light shone from the very center of the room, separating the two people below from the darkness.
Everything here seemed completely isolated from the outside world; the only sound in the silence was the soft rustling of the metal collar being fiddled with.
"It's too quiet, aren't you nervous?" Rei Furuya said. "How about I play a few songs?"
"I...I'm fine." Matsuda Jinpei almost forgot to maintain the cowardly demeanor that Kazami Yuya had in front of Furuya Rei.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Being impatient is a big no-no." Furuya Rei looked up at him slightly, his eyes smiling, and even gave him a wink.
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
This guy!
Soft music began to play.
Rei Furuya typed on her phone for him: "[It should be okay now, right? I don't want to stay here any longer.]"
Matsuda Jinpei took his phone and typed: "Wait a little longer, I'll add several layers of insurance."
Rei Furuya had no choice but to stretch out his neck and let him continue fiddling with it, while he tilted his head to look at the monitor on the laptop, with the small earpiece in his ear constantly listening.
This was voluntarily installed on Conan Edogawa, allowing him to see what happened on his side and facilitate communication with them at any time.
The black-haired child wasn't with Oleg at the moment, but was talking to Takagi Wataru, who was impersonating Matsuda Jinpei. Together with Sato Miwako and Hagiwara Chisato, Takagi Wataru was instructing him on how to fake Matsuda Jinpei's sassy yet reliable demeanor.
Just as they were about to go out to meet Oleg, Hagiwara Chisato received a message from Hagiwara Kenji saying that he had encountered some difficulties and needed "Matsuda Jinpei" to come and help.
With Conan Edogawa's translation, Oleg insisted on going with "Jinpei Matsuda" so that he could talk to him privately after resolving the issues with his companions.
Regardless, he had to stay by Matsuda Jinpei's side, but they couldn't communicate, and Oleg remained wary of the other police officers. In the end, he had no choice but to let Edogawa Conan go with them as a translator.
The real Matsuda Jinpei, also wearing an earphone, reached out and typed on his phone amidst his busy schedule: "What do you think? Is Pramia planning to deal with me, Hagi, and Oleg together first to provoke you and Elenica's organization, or will they wait until Oleg takes 'Matsuda Jinpei' to that organization's headquarters before blowing them up together?"
Although Oleg had secretly dealt with the bomb in his possession beforehand, he knew best how incredibly powerful it was; killing a group of people at close range would have been no problem at all.
Rei Furuya typed a reply: "If Pramie were in charge, she would probably choose to kill some people first, watch her friends and family suffer, drive them mad, and then kill them all at once."
If Kiyoko Yamaguchi was in charge, she wouldn't kill us now. At the very least, you and I would definitely be taken back, tortured slowly, and she would hope to use us for many things.
The two chatted as they watched the developments on Conan Edogawa's side, occasionally pretending to be superior and subordinate and exchanging a few words.
So far, everything is proceeding according to plan.
An hour and a half later.
In an abandoned building in a secluded alley in Shibuya.
As expected, Pramia did not immediately detonate the bomb in Oleg's computer when "Matsuda Jinpei" appeared. Instead, she waited until "Matsuda Jinpei," Oleg, and Conan Edogawa found Kenji Hagiwara on a mission in the abandoned building, listened to their conversation for a while without getting any information, and then detonated the bomb.
"Boom—"
Crimson flames suddenly erupted from the building, and the enormous, terrifying explosion could be heard even by people outside the abandoned area.
However, before people could gather around, police from a nearby station quickly surrounded the area, preventing others from approaching.
Rei Furuya's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled down when he saw the chaotic scene gradually stabilize and the group of people appear unharmed.
There was no time to explain to the terrified and bewildered Oleg and Takagi Wataru. Edogawa Conan and Hagiwara Kenji quickly grabbed the props they had prepared and smeared them on the bodies, so they could pretend to be seriously injured or have their bodies carried away.
“You don’t need to.” Kenji Hagiwara grabbed Conan Edogawa’s hand and smiled at the stunned child. “You’ve already experienced a lot of miracles, so another safe survival won’t be a big deal, right?”
Conan Edogawa: "..."
Thinking back on the thrilling experiences he had gone through, he was momentarily speechless and unable to refute them.
*
News of the explosion and the deaths of two police officers quickly reached Rei Furuya.
The message should naturally be relayed by Matsuda Jinpei, who is currently impersonating Kazami Yuya.
“Um… Mr. Furuya, it seems Mr. Matsuda and Mr. Hagiwara… something happened to them…” Matsuda Jinpei tried hard to imitate Kazami Yuya’s tone, and said with some difficulty, “They both… sacrificed themselves on the spot while trying to save people…”
After saying that, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to Furuya Rei with his eyes to quickly get back to the scene.
The valley nodded.
For Rei Furuya, acting is as simple as eating and drinking.
In addition, he already had a deep-seated feeling of losing his companions... so the scene went very smoothly.
*
"Hahahaha, serves you right, serves you right, hahahaha, go die, die—"
The laughter in her headphones was so wild and joyful that it was incredibly noisy, so Kiyoko Yamaguchi simply turned off her connection with Pramia.
She listened carefully to the fox's movements, but from disbelief to anger, sadness, and pain, and finally managed to calm down and deal with the aftermath, she didn't hear a single bit of information about that Morofushi.
Kiyoko Yamaguchi leaned back in her chair and sighed regretfully.
It's unclear how those two policemen managed to react so miraculously and save the child, while Oleg is currently undergoing emergency treatment.
However, the two police officers themselves died in the explosion, leaving no trace of their bodies.
When the news reached Furuya's ears, even with his suppressed grief, the sorrow and pain he felt made it difficult for those around him to breathe.
However, even after all this, Hiro still hasn't appeared; he's probably really dead.
Since that's the case, let's move on to the next plan.
*
For safety reasons, Furuya Rei called Date Wataru back and had him stay in the underground bunker on the police side, handling matters online outside the isolation room.
They always avoided having all four of them in one space without any defenses; even here, there was always one person outside.
This was to prevent Pramie from suddenly detonating bombs and wiping out the entire enemy force.
These were not being monitored by the people inside the collars.
But what follows is not appropriate.
"Can I leave now?" Rei Furuya typed on his phone, sighing silently. "I really don't like this place."
It's 11:55 PM on October 30th, and in five minutes we'll be on the most exciting part of Halloween.
Many people are excited about the holiday and the recent bombings, and are surfing the internet late into the night, unable to sleep.
However, no matter how much research is done, there are very few photos of the explosion site online, and the names of the people involved are unknown. All that is known is that two police officers were killed in the explosion this afternoon.
Matsuda Jinpei didn't notice anything amiss. He put away his phone, picked up an identical collar, and went inside to hand it to Furuya Rei.
Then Date-Kon dragged in a bunch of stuff, making a loud clanging and banging noise.
Amidst the sharp noise, Matsuda Jinpei reached out and gently pressed his fingers against the metal collar around the blond youth's neck.
A barely perceptible "click" was masked by the noise.
The collar was safely removed.
Rei Furuya, now free from his restraints, turned around and saw the curly-haired young man wearing sunglasses put the collar around his own neck.
"Click".
Perfectly fitted.
Even though he was prepared, Rei Furuya's pupils still contracted slightly.
Matsuda Jinpei pressed the voice changer on his neck and spoke in Furuya Rei's voice: "Why is it so noisy?"
"Alright, it's all done." Date Wataru threw the things on the ground and then beckoned Kazami Yuya over.
Kazami Yuya then dared to utter his own words: "Mr. Furuya..."
He was momentarily unsure whether to go see the real Mr. Furuya or Matsuda Jinpei, who was impersonating Mr. Furuya at the moment. His eyes darted around, but his mouth was still dutifully reporting: "The things left over from the previous explosion are all here."
Furuya Rei didn't say anything, but fastened the fake bomb collar that Matsuda Jinpei had given him around his neck.
"Okay, I'll leave it here." Matsuda Jinpei paused, mimicking Furuya Rei with ease and practiced skill, and whispered, "Have you notified their families?"
"We've only notified her older sister, Hagiwara, who's also a police officer," said Date Wataru. "She... is still grieving."
"Then I'll go get ready." Rei Furuya held up his phone for a few seconds, then was about to pull it back when Wataru Date suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Jianggu Ling: "?"
Matsuda Jinpei's face also darkened instantly. He took the phone from his hand, looked at it for two seconds, and then his expression became even more unpleasant before showing it to them.
Furuya Rei then realized that he had opened Morofushi Kagemitsu's chat window.
Just now, Hiro sent him several urgent messages.
[Suddenly, a lot of news about foxes appeared online, and within minutes it immediately attracted a lot of attention and discussion.]
[By the time I discovered it, it was already a bit too late. People were very curious about the legendary male host, Fox, who was once associated with the Yamaguchi-gumi and earned 3 billion yen in three days. Completely deleting his posts and banning discussion might have attracted even more attention and investigation.]
[For now, I can only temporarily block large amounts of traffic to try and avoid attracting more attention and getting noticed by the organization.]
Many of the online trolls have some connection to the Yamaguchi-gumi, and manipulating public opinion is indeed something Kiyoko Yamaguchi excels at.
Her target is you.
How's Zero doing?
Rei Furuya retrieved his phone and was about to reply when an email from a stranger suddenly popped up. The email title was "Dear Mr. Fox, Long Time No See".
He paused for a moment, then opened the email.
The email was indeed from Kiyoko Yamaguchi, written in an incredibly nauseatingly flirtatious tone with the most terrifying threats.
Dear Mr. Fox, it's been a long time.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. During these three years, not a single day has passed without me thinking of you, and your face is always in my dreams.
That face is so beautiful, who would have thought you would be a police officer? And you even went undercover in the Black Organization, it's unbelievable.
I'm incredibly curious and desperately want to know everything about you.
As someone who once spent 3 billion on you and almost made you the world's number one courtesan, I wonder if there's any chance I could invite Mr. Fox to meet me?
I have so much to say to you, tonight.
You'll come to see me, right?
If you reject me, then I'll just have to go online and cry to everyone.
If you say too much, it might not be good if the organization finds out that you are actually an undercover agent, right?
Actually, I didn't want to alarm that behemoth, the Black Organization, and fight them for your ownership.
(smiley face)
Dear Mr. Fox, we look forward to your arrival.
Tick-tock—
The hour hand skipped past midnight.
Halloween celebrations have officially begun.
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