I threw the gun into the explosion, and the marks on it would be destroyed beyond repair. With my other hand, I tore off the disguise.

Curacao, who followed, was of course still alive, but her face was pale, and it seemed that the bullet just now had caused her a lot of pain.

That's right. If I want to fake my death and leave the organization without paying any price - it's not that I can't do it, but I'm afraid that Curacao will feel uneasy if I do so.

Only if I pay a price will Curacao feel "real", and only if every step is in accordance with my ideas will she trust my ability.

I gave Curacao a look.

She understood, and before jumping down the garbage chute, she aimed the gun and let the bullet accurately grazed the side of my forehead. Without the protection of the mask, blood flowed down my face, one drop or two falling to the ground.

The blazing flames quickly licked up that bit of blood.

This was not a place to stay for long, so I took two steps back, then leaned sideways and used my body to push against the glass, breaking it.

For the current body of Morobushi Kagemitsu, the third floor is not a big distance. The moment the glass shattered, the last bomb exploded at a predetermined time, and the blast hit me from behind.

I held my head, and the impact caused me to fall directly into the river across the street outside the building. The heavy object (AKA myself) fell and splashed a lot of water. Most people would have lost consciousness at this point.

But I was different. I held my breath and concentrated. The river was only about two or three meters deep, not very deep, nor turbulent. After sinking to the bottom, I stepped on the mud at the bottom of the river, steadied myself, and then exerted force on my legs to swim upwards.

As soon as my head emerged from the water, I opened my mouth to breathe. The wound on my forehead stung a lot after it came into contact with the water, but the clean water also washed away the smell of gunpowder on my body.

Just after I came out, there was a one-time large explosion on the third floor, but I didn't need to pay attention to it anymore.

I moved my body, swam to the shore quickly and climbed up.

Looking at the building that had been completely burned down - I didn't know how many people inside hadn't been able to escape. This was not the first time this had happened, so I shouldn't have felt anything.

But - I put my hand on the shirt that was soaked and somewhat transparent, and when I looked closely I could vaguely see the bullet wound.

The consciousness left in Morofushi Kagemitsu's body is stronger than I thought. Can it still affect me at this point?

I just frowned and forced down the feeling rising in my throat.

At this moment, the police cars that had been deployed in advance surrounded the building. I dragged my soaking wet body up from the riverbank and saw that the person standing in the front was as expected.

"Brother Gao Ming." I saw that Gao Ming had already ordered those who were left in the houses next to this building to evacuate as soon as possible to avoid accidental injuries.

At this time, people coming out from all directions could not leave directly. The injured were arranged to go to a fixed hospital by Zhu Fu Gao Ming, while others were examined in the medical vehicle on the scene, and then they would be summoned to the police station for observation and record keeping in an inquiring manner.

By the time I was walking along the riverbank, all the tasks had been arranged.

He briefly checked my wound and didn't say much to me. He just told me to go to the medical cart to get it bandaged and then went back to work.

The medical vehicle prepared in advance was originally intended to deal with possible casualties among police officers, so it is equipped with all the tools needed to treat wounds caused by cold or hot weapons.

While the doctor was working on the stitches on my forehead, I took out my phone and looked at the interface.

As I expected, there was indeed a message from Conan, of course asking about the situation on the scene.

I typed back, but there seemed to be no response from the other end.

I frowned. According to Conan's personality, he would call me at this time.

Is he still exchanging information with Amuro Toru and the others?

Impossible, as Bourbon, he has no time to care about others. This is an opportunity created for him to show off.

He would rescue Gin under the threat of this environment - someone like Gin would not reveal anything to the police even if he was arrested here.

Gin will not betray the organization. If he is arrested, it will inevitably cause a counterattack from the Karasuma Renya faction. Even if he can withstand it, Gin will only commit suicide at the appropriate time.

So instead of wasting it, the right thing to do would be to use it to pave the way for Bourbon.

Not only can it increase the credibility of the fake list due to the danger, but it can also help the version gain some experience and level up, and it can also allow Gin to witness Curacao's "death" with his own eyes.

Of course, my appearance at the end was my own little calculation. Gin might not tell Rum about Silver Fox after he returns, after all, Silver Fox is one of Rum's confidants. Gin is a bit reckless, but like Chuuya Nakahara, he is very smart, it just depends on who he is compared with.

Hiss——How did I bring things from comics into reality again? Is this little kid’s consciousness so strong?

Even Morofushi Kagemitsu didn't have such a constant influence.

I frowned, and the doctor who was treating my wound quickly relaxed his pressure and said, "You should give me some anesthesia, right?"

"No, this is fine." My voice sank, as if it was sharp. Last time I was given anesthesia, I almost got tricked by Karasuma Renya. Now I don't want to touch something that will make me lose consciousness.

The physical pain is nothing; the darkness in the mind is unbearable.

Maybe my tone was too bad, the doctor was frightened, and although his hands were steady, his brain waves were obviously shaking.

So annoying.

I was extremely anxious, looking at the blank message marked "Unread" - I hate anything that is beyond my expectations, and things that are not planned make me anxious.

Immediately afterwards, the phone's interface suddenly flashed twice and then went completely black.

...How come even machines are against me!

I slapped the phone against my palm - no, it was soaked in water and wouldn't turn on at all.

Is the quality of this product a bit poor?

The feeling of anxiety grew stronger.

I stood up, touched the wound covered with gauze, and without listening to the doctor's nagging instructions, I jumped out of the car.

A bad feeling made me act quickly.

There was an empty police car parked nearby due to an emergency, and some of the keys had not been removed in time.

I requisitioned it without saying anything.

I have to see him in person. Edogawa Conan is an important link. Although I don't know the reason, no matter which organization, they always trust him abnormally, and he is easy to fool. As long as you stand in the right position, you can become a close ally.

So with his help, I can get a lot of things that I can't get with my own identity or with Morobushi Kagemitsu's identity.

Nothing can happen to him - from the moment the plan is made, everything in the plan belongs to me, and even if my things go bad, they can only go bad in my hands.

My anxious mood made me step on the accelerator to the bottom.

Because it was a police car, even if there were traffic police on the road they would not stop my car, which allowed me to rush back as quickly as possible.

I swerved the car and parked it precisely on the side of the road, unbuckled my seat belt and immediately strode upstairs.

For safety and emergency reasons, I never book a room on a high floor. Only within the lower five floors can I guarantee that I can save my life in any accident.

So it's faster for me to take the stairs than to wait for the elevator.

I quickly stood outside the door, and when I looked up I saw that the surveillance camera in the corridor had been cut off.

Was there really an accident?

But——this brain wave…

I closed my eyes, pried open the door of the next room, then climbed over the eaves and walls and landed on the ground through the open window.

After taking off my shoes, I lay on the carpet wearing only my socks, without making any sound.

I walked forward and stood in front of the door frame, looking at the woman inside who was rummaging through the drawers with gloves on, and Conan Edogawa who was lying at her feet with his eyes closed, his life or death unknown.

"Damn it, isn't it here?" Her fingers flew as she opened my cabinet, checking it inside and out, her hands moving with a bit of impatience.

I saw her glance at the mechanical watch on her wrist. This unbranded watch was specially made by me as a birthday present for her.

"Tsk - time..." She seemed to have made up her mind. She squatted down and threw everything in the cupboard aside.

When I came here to stay temporarily, I just put a small amount of things in the suitcase into the locker. There weren't many things in it. They messed up the scene like this. They must have thought about how to disguise this place as some other crime scene, right?

She grabbed the locked suitcase and was delighted by the weight inside. She was sure that there was something hidden inside. She didn't even think about guessing the password and directly cut the zipper from the side with a knife. After opening it, she saw the most conspicuous makeup box inside.

There was no lock on the box. She opened the buckle and quickly flipped through the things inside.

I walked closer to her, my eyes becoming more and more deep. I half-bent my waist to get close to her neck, breathing into her ears, "What are you looking for, Mako?"

The sound that came out of extreme tension made her whole body tremble visibly. Her hands loosened, and the flat cylindrical powder fell to the ground. She broke the lid and the white powder immediately spread on the ground.

When I turned around, I was met with a blank look in his eyes.

She has been with me since she was little, and has seen this kind of look countless times. I only show this kind of black hole-like look when I am extremely angry or extremely disappointed.

"Three, three——" Her strength was gone and she sat down on the loose powder. Her heavy breathing made it impossible for her to utter a complete sentence.

I straightened up, raised my chin and looked down at her, "Why don't you say anything, Mako. What are you looking for?"

As she listened to me asking the question again, her face turned pale and her lips painted with bright red lipstick trembled uncontrollably.

"I'll bring it with me, but because of what happened tonight, I can't keep it close to my body..." I glanced at the closet, "Are you looking for my 'pass chip'?"

In the organizational system I once built, there was a proprietary "pass chip" that opened up all information, actually like an ID card.

All my previous research is stored in it. Even I can't remember every experimental data and record in my mind. I need an information carrier.

I have never given anyone permission to open the data.

Even I cannot copy the "pass chip", there is only one.

Naturally, anyone would want to carry it with them.

Indeed, after my memory was restored, the first thing I wanted to do was to retrieve the chip - but my memory restoration came too late and I didn't have time to return to Tokyo.

So I didn't have time to get it.

I watched her trying to suppress her expression, but her brain waves couldn't lie.

I guessed it right.

He wanted to get my "pass chip" and searched my room behind my back - I lowered my head and looked at Conan Edogawa with his eyes closed - he interfered with my plan without permission.

How can I feel at ease if such a person stays around?

I crouched down, and my whole body went cold. The black-bellied hornet did something I absolutely could not allow.

To be fair, I have been tolerant of her. After all, she can be considered as the descendant of my original body and has been raised by my side since she was born, so I tolerate her and trust her.

Although I knew she was reckless, I had never thought of doing anything to her before today.

But that's how she repays me.

What a pity—

I lowered my eyes and reached out to touch her face.

Really, her face is similar to my original self. Perhaps what I want to keep is the memory of my past. However, I am not someone who can be shackled by the human body, and secular ethics are naturally not within my consideration.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have combined with the son from my previous male body to give birth to the third generation after changing into a female body, and then lived in that body again.

"I, I was wrong. I didn't mean to betray you. I just, just..." Mako spoke stutteringly. My hand placed next to her cheek might have been like a death warrant to her. Her body was shaking.

"Just what? You can take your time to tell me, I'm not in a hurry." All the doubts I had in the past came to my mind. I remembered that before, Morobushi Jingguang's body was the one she had collected and matched with mine.

I have obtained evidence of this from Morobushi Kagemitsu's memory. When Mako sneaked into the winery, she also had a code name - Madeira wine. This name appeared in Morobushi Kagemitsu's memory, and it was indeed accompanied by Mako's face.

During this process, she was responsible for helping me investigate Morobushi Jingguang's personnel relations, current identity, and the faction he belonged to. In theory, everything from public to private was within her scope of investigation, in order to prevent the troubles that might arise after I changed my body, and it would also help me make a plan to change my body in a logical manner.

In this process, Mako did her best and even discovered Morobu Kagemitsu's undercover identity, and her understanding of this body became deeper and deeper.

It was also because of this process that she, who was impetuous, accidentally leaked some clues about Morobu Jingguang's true identity, thereby accelerating the process of exposing her undercover identity. It was also because this process was too unexpected and too fast that Morobu Jingguang was not given any chance to react or retreat.

As a result, a series of chain reactions occurred, and my plan ended just as it began. Morobushi Kagemitsu's body was taken over by Karasuma Renya for experiments.

My body had already reached its limit, so I naturally ordered Mako to keep her identity as Madeira and continue to sneak in. I also entered the institute through her identity and closely observed the experimental results left by the little girl Elena.

After confirming the feasibility, I had no choice but to complete the brain transplant operation in Halsey's experimental building, with the attitude of "no risk, no gain". What happened next was naturally what I had planned. I didn't have time to recover before I was pushed onto the brainwashing operating table, over and over again, year after year.

Although this is indeed just a matter of a snap in my planned life, it is objectively beneficial to my current actions.

But that humiliation is something I will never forget.

All these things happened so naturally. If we look into the root of the problem, isn't it because of Mako's carelessness?

Did she do it accidentally or on purpose?

The feeling of violence and anxiety prompted me to reach out and grab Mako's neck without any weapon.

"Ah——" Before she could utter a single sound, my fingers had already tightened, my body leaned forward, and my face was almost touching hers.

At such a close distance, I could even hear her pounding heartbeat and the feeling of being unable to breathe.

I lowered my voice and asked quietly, "Eight years ago, was it you?"

Tears of rationality welled up in her eyes, and she opened her mouth wide to get oxygen, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Her brain waves were so turbulent that I could hardly detect and distinguish them in detail. I also couldn't tell whether she heard what I said or whether she responded to my suspicions.

But it doesn't matter.

I would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go.

Of course, I also know that there are better ways and better opportunities. But when this kind of violent anger surges up, even I will act on impulse.

If I really have to restrain myself in everything and go against my own words, then what is the point of me living so long?

So I showed no mercy. I watched her face turn blue and she finally fainted, completely losing consciousness.

My hands trembled, and I didn't know what was going on. But when I was about to break her neck at the last moment, I stopped.

Is it because I don't have the strength? Obviously not.

Some force stopped me at the last moment and prevented me from taking action.

I stood up silently and looked down at the palm of my hand - psychological pain?

No, I don’t think I have such a kind and compassionate heart.

When I was weak in the past, I did this kind of thing myself many times.

So... is it the impact on the body?

All the scenery?

But how can someone who can be an undercover agent have truly clean hands? Even a scientific researcher like Shirley cannot be said to have clean hands, let alone someone like Morobushi Kagemitsu who has to use a sniper rifle.

These killings may not have been his original intention, but——

I looked at my trembling palms, and a trace of fear suddenly surged in my heart. This was not an emotion of "unwillingness" but an instinct of "inability".

It's as if taking this step will have very serious consequences.

But when I look through all my memories, even the young body I used before, I have carefully cultivated it, and I would never be afraid of killing someone.

I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. Where did this feeling come from?

Is it me, or is it "I"?

This philosophical question hit me all of a sudden—I have never believed in such sophistry as the idea that I was not who I am today.

But now that I think about it, it seems like I have heard someone talk about it somewhere before, and it seems very interesting.

I rubbed my forehead and felt that there was something important that was not really in my hands.

Maybe it's really those many memories that have affected me, but at the moment, I can't stop and sort them out carefully.

Sighing, I said, "You don't have to lie down now that you're awake. It's not summer yet, so the ground must be cold. Can a child like you handle it?"

When I came in, I really thought that Conan had fainted. I didn't know what happened - maybe he was so angry at Mako that he lost his mind, or maybe it was really like the thoughts of the chuunibyou before. Why does this kid have the aura of a protagonist?

I didn't confirm his condition.

Until just now, when I was about to kill Mako with my own hands, his spirit was shaken, and he obviously noticed my action.

Although he had tried his best to maintain his mental calm before this, this fluctuation was too obvious to me in the room where there was no one else.

I ignored Mako who had fallen to the ground. I couldn't process the subtle emotions I had just felt. I had to stabilize Edogawa Conan first.

Yes, it is to stabilize, not to kill.

Edogawa Conan cannot die. If he dies, my current position will be shaken. Even if I push the blame on Mako and then silence her, it will still be a hidden danger.

Even if Edogawa Conan dies, he can't die before I have secured my position.

Otherwise, pulling out the radish will bring out the dirt - I will have to get rid of the people who might discover the truth, and there are many such people.

So, although it is a bit risky, I still plan to stabilize him first. After all, in the worst case scenario, the final development will be nothing more than getting rid of Conan directly now.

I took a deep breath, then casually put the scattered things in the makeup box into the box, while laughing at Conan who was reluctant to move.

"Don't worry that I'm testing you, Conan." I put the powder at the bottom, then threw something on top to cover it, then took an eyebrow razor, stood up, patted the non-existent dust on my pants, and walked a few steps to Conan, "You know, only the living are qualified to negotiate conditions, the dead can't talk!"

Anyway, the blade in my hand was thrown out, as easy as using a scalpel. The sharp blade brushed Conan's neck and pierced into the carpet, leaving a bloody mark.

He couldn't pretend any longer, so Conan got up.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, crossed my legs, and hooked my arm at him, "Sit down."

He looked at me solemnly, as if he couldn't see me clearly.

Yes, I have finally shattered what he believed in. After all, I represent not only my own position, but my identity has been publicly certified by two aces, Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai.

The latter, in particular, had little doubt about my identity.

What Conan is concerned about now is not only my identity and position, but also those of the other two.

Did I deceive them, or did they conspire with me from the very beginning?

Of course, identity and stance are two different issues. Conan is young, a high school student in his teens, but he has a different perspective. He should know that even the public security, the FBI, and MI6 do not all have black-and-white stances, otherwise they would not fight each other and find it difficult to unite.

My performance today has triggered several possibilities and also caused a crisis of trust.

This is also the reason why I dared to talk to him directly without searching him. Would he dare to continue to treat Akai Shuichi or Amuro Toru as his unreserved allies when the situation is unclear? If I go up to him and force him, it will only confirm my guilty conscience.

However, I certainly would not leave any room for error, and my next words determined the path I would take.

Conan knew that it would be difficult for him to leave today. If he attacked me directly, he would definitely not be my opponent. So the best strategy was to outsmart me. He followed my words and sat opposite me.

"Furuya... no, who are you?" His eyes were firm and his mind was working fast. He was obviously a truth-seeker. He analyzed it by himself before I could say anything. "You call Officer Morobuchi brother, and he must be very pleased to see you. And the real origin of your pseudonym, Mr. Amuro... you must be a public security police officer!"

As he said this he turned around to look at Mako who he probably thought was dead.

"But...'betrayal', she used this word. So you are not someone who is being ordered around, but someone who holds power. Before you came, I had already heard this woman mumbling about 'black-bellied hornet', 'Madeira wine' and the 'pass chip' you mentioned -"

I didn't expect that Mako had even revealed her code name to Conan Edogawa.

"The undercover police officers are not the kind of people who disregard the law, nor are they in the same party as the Black Organization. But you, you are different. Maybe from the beginning, you are not what others think!" He sorted out the logical relationship in an instant. Isn't it too fast? Or has his trust in Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru reached this point?

His eyes moved over me, especially on my chest.

Following his line of sight, I raised my hand to the scar on my chest, groping through the fabric, and replied vaguely, "And then?"

The reason I asked this question was to see how far he had thought. If he had reached my bottom line, then no matter how troublesome it was, I would definitely get rid of him today.

Who knew that he did not say anything more about the reasoning next, but asked excitedly: "Where is the thief Kidd, what did you do to him?"

Since my position was problematic, the plan he saw me and the Phantom Thief Kidd planning to capture Silver Fox and Hyena also became questionable.

More importantly, I knew that hyenas' mouths were easy to gag, but silver foxes were different.

I couldn't let him reveal my biggest secret in front of the Public Security Bureau, so after sending him to Kazami, I immediately used the channels in Curacao and, under the guise of Rum's order, let the hidden chess piece in the Public Security Bureau take action to eliminate Silver Fox.

There is something fishy about this matter, but it is all Rum's fault, and it also gives Toru Amuro an opportunity to deal with the undercover people he discovered before. Their staying is good for Toru Amuro's plan, as he can put people nearby to monitor, but it is not good for me.

I need an internal public security system that is lax due to personnel changes, and an external winery system that is tense due to a broken intelligence chain.

The death of Silver Fox was a very good opportunity, and it also served as a wake-up call to Hyena, letting him know that I could still reach him.

As for keeping the hyenas, on the one hand, if these two witnesses died, my actual contribution would seem limited, and some smart people would be overly vigilant. On the other hand, I still have things to say through the hyenas' mouths.

I need to use him to reveal the details about the winery and Pandora organization that I need to take down to the public security department, so he cannot die for the time being.

Back to the topic now, since my position is problematic, my identity is problematic, I have connections with the winery and the zoo, and I am even in power, it is natural for Conan Edogawa to doubt what happened that day.

But he did not suspect Kidd.

Even though he had doubts about Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru at one moment, he had absolute trust in Kaito Kid in this regard.

After all, the person who knows a person best is his opponent.

When it comes to the word "rival", Conan's definition is definitely not the one who caused him to become Little Gin, not Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru, who have a delicate cooperative relationship, or even the Osaka Black Chicken who is related to the East Kansai conflict.

It was this guy of the same age who was known as a thief.

This is a pure rivalry with no interests connected, no forces involved, and even no knowledge of each other's true identities.

An opponent who has no malice, but also no reservations.

So he would not suspect that there was anything wrong with Thief Kidd, and would naturally realize that I was taking advantage of him. Thinking about the series of actions I had just taken and the development of the story I heard through the earphone, it was not difficult to guess the situation that Thief Kidd might be facing.

I was so ruthless even to my former subordinates, let alone others.

After realizing this, I should have been a little anxious when I realized that Conan's brain was quicker than I thought and his will was stronger than I thought.

After all, things are out of my control. I always have this problem, and I know it myself.

But I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt - how can I put it?

When I heard him loudly questioning the identity of the thief Kidd, I inexplicably felt a surge of excitement. I didn't know where this emotion came from, and I didn't know why.

But this emotion really affected me, and I even got addicted for a moment.

Is there something wrong with me?

If there were any reasons for my previous feelings, I could explain to myself why I was unwilling to kill Mako myself.

So... where does this excitement come from?