The place where Gin stayed was different from what I imagined. It was not some remote place, nor did it have a feeling of being guarded by layers of defense. Instead, it was a motel that looked extremely ordinary.

There were a lot of people coming and going inside, and the front desk staff looked normal, so they probably weren't some shady guys.

That's it?

Top Killer lives here?

It really proves the saying that the most random is the safest.

Of course, the terrain here is also very good, because it is next to the station and there are more people; the price is cheap, so there are no surveillance and video equipment nearby; there are low buildings and no absolute commanding heights nearby, so there is no risk of sniping; the room that Gin chose is backlit and faces the station, with an empty view and no risk of being monitored.

In short, it looks random, but it also seems not completely random.

I went directly to the room on the upper floor of the Gin Hotel according to the reservation I made online. When I entered, I found that the signal was unexpectedly poor. The wireless network in the room was usable, but when I turned on my phone, I saw that the signal on it was jumping wildly between one bar and outside the circle.

I adjusted the headset. The device I had put on Ran Mouri was a little blurry due to the signal. But I wasn't too worried. I put this thing on him just to send a signal to Conan. I believe he wouldn't joke about the safety of his girlfriend.

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, he won't take the risk. And to be honest, he is also a lone ranger, and he acts alone more often. This kind of inertial thinking is definitely beneficial to me.

I looked out the window as Gin opened the passenger seat of his iconic car and got in. The window was filmed, so I couldn't see who was in the driver's seat from here.

But I guess, after Vodka's death, the only person who can take this position is someone Gin can absolutely trust.

A member of his own team?

Those two snipers?

Or—Kil?

The list of names sent back from Curacao cleared the vague suspicions that Gil still had. In addition, she had been following Gin's team after "killing" Akai Shuichi.

Thinking about it this way, she is much more suitable than the other two snipers.

I closed the window and went downstairs to do something in Gin's room. When I was almost at his door, I ran into Toru Amuro.

——To be precise, it was someone else who pretended to be Toru Amuro.

His brain waves felt wrong, but his disguise was flawless.

His neck was exposed, he wasn't wearing a mask or anything, and there was no voice changer.

"Amuro-kun, what a coincidence, I meet you here." I greeted him naturally without showing any shyness.

He was the same, it wasn't like he had met me by chance, it was like he had been waiting for me to show up, his eyes were sharp, and he only called out my name, "Furugu-kun."

It was Toru Amuro's voice. The only person who could do this without a voice changer, other than Kuroba Kaito who was currently unable to move freely, was probably that lady.

bermuda.

Because of the different thinking patterns of men and women, there are actually certain physiological differences in their spiritual world.

Is this the first time I've met her here? She's waiting for me on purpose - I quickly guessed her purpose in my mind.

Am I exposed?

Impossible. Even if she was exposed, she shouldn't be the first to discover it.

If it's not directed at me, then it's directed at the identity of "Toru Amuro"?

It seems that the information left by Curacao before his "death" did not gain full trust. Why did Bermode try to test Toru Amuro's identity again?

Was this her own idea or an order from Karasuma Renya?

I hid the murderous intent in my eyes, hoping that Vermouth would not be so ignorant of the current situation. I pretended not to care and adjusted my bangs to make sure they were tight enough.

"What's going on?" His tone was serious, but the content was vague.

There is indeed a problem...

When I was helping the organization's people infiltrate the public security by pretending to be Curacao, did you find anything inconsistent? Did you treat me as your subordinate?

"Don't worry about me," I rolled my eyes, feeling the mental shock of Bermode after I said this, and deliberately paused for a few seconds before saying calmly, "It's hard to buy tickets for Yoko Okino. It took me two days to get them. You really did your best for your teacher. But isn't Mr. Maori going to participate in an interview recently? Wouldn't it be easier through the TV station's channels?"

After hearing what I said, Vermouth was stunned for a moment, but her professional training as an actor prevented her from showing it. Instead, she continued naturally as if she were performing an improvisation. However, I felt that there were some traces of acting in her performance, and she felt like she was a professional. "I'm not talking about this, but about what happened this morning."

My heart was shocked.

It was so precise at this point in time. Could it be that she was still monitoring Toru Amuro?

No, monitoring Toru Amuro is a waste of time for her and Karasuma Renya right now, that is——

My eyes narrowed. Black Widow—they were staring at Black Widow.

This conclusion immediately popped up in my mind. Was it because I was worried about him, or was it because I thought that as an old subordinate of mine, he knew the whereabouts of the chip, so I followed him?

Did you accidentally discover the connection between me and Toru Amuro along the way?

This is a problem; these unintentional accidents are the most difficult to deal with.

"Morning? About the client?" I could only play dumb. "It's too difficult to investigate with only one address. But before I came here, I heard that this place was near the client's address before the district number was changed, so I came to take a look. Are you here to investigate here too?"

Bermode thought about it, as if he was considering the credibility of my words. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and looked at Gin's room next to him, "No. 39, Room 309."

As she spoke, she glanced at me.

"I was planning to come and take a look, but the front desk said that this room was already occupied, so I couldn't book it." I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Of course, no one in the empty room answered me. "I'll talk to the owner to see if I can go in and take a look. If I can change rooms, I can cover all the expenses."

I knocked several times, but there was still no response from the other side of the door.

Of course there was no response, Gin had already left.

I just wanted to get rid of her.

"It seems that there is no one here. He must have gone out." Bermode looked regretful. I have always wanted to know how such a comprehensive disguise can make the expression so vivid. "What a pity. Come back in the evening."

What a waste of time - but in order to temporarily preserve Toru Amuro's identity, I could only agree, pretending that I didn't book any room, and followed her down the stairs.

As soon as I went downstairs and left the remote signal area in the building, the headset continued to work. Mao Lilan was still in the atmosphere of the examination. Before she had time to distinguish more subtle sounds, the teacher's voice came from the other side, saying, "There is still half an hour left before the end of the exam."

I took out my phone and was about to check the time when the screen suddenly changed and the caller ID of Conan Edogawa lit up.

Why did he call me?

With the current tension between us, there is no way he would take the initiative to contact me.

With this question in mind, I answered the phone.

However, the voice coming from there was not Conan Edogawa's, but a more mature male voice - Shinichi Kudo's.

"Where are you now?" he asked.

I smiled apologetically at Vermouth, and he seemed to have seen the name, so he didn't care, gave me a hand signal and left. I then responded with a frivolous question, "What's up, Shinichi-kun?"

His voice was hurried and not smooth. His voice was not loud, as if he was being very cautious. It might be because the signal was not very good, so his voice was intermittent and stuttered. "You, someone attacked me, and it's not your man?"

I frowned, "What's going on?"

Seriously, I found that Shinichi's voice was indeed somewhat forbearing, "It's not you, you don't want me to die now."

Nonsense, otherwise how would you be alive today?

"Get to the point!" My voice lowered, and my brain was working to make a judgment.

"Someone wants me dead, and someone mentioned you during that time." He seemed hurt, but his tone didn't sound like he was compromising. Instead, I could hear a mockery towards me. "You—are you not Morobushi Kagemitsu?"

My heart sank.

Who, who knew about this!

Conan Edogawa couldn't have guessed it himself, he had the least information, and he had no connection with Morobushi Kagemitsu in the past. I was just evaluating how credible his words were, but I believed half of them all at once.

This statement cannot be made up out of thin air.

"Of course I am." I can't let this one go. "Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Don't worry, you won't die now.

"It was the Black Organization. I've already escaped." There was a sound of rustling clothes coming from his side, as if he was doing something, "using an adult's body."

Is it the antidote that you brought with you in Nagano Prefecture but were unable to use at the time?

It turns out that it was left until this time.

Subconsciously, I always felt that since he brought the antidote, it would be scientific to use it.

Now I have a natural feeling of "as expected".

"What about you? Who used whose body?" His tone was firm, as if he had some solid evidence.

I was a little anxious and carefully recalled all the places where there might be clues.

Even for Toru Amuro, who might be the closest to the truth, the papers I sent to him only mentioned more physical experiments regarding Morobushi Kagemitsu's body. The real core part did not exist in the USB flash drive at the time, nor in the Helsey.

Even Toru Amuro had no doubts, his attitude remained the same from beginning to end and never changed, let alone Conan.

Who, which insider leaked the information?

I counted them carefully and knew clearly that the only one who was still out there was Black Widow, except me.

But he won't betray me, nor will he accidentally leak it...

Karasuma Renya also knows this, but he is relying on this experiment to survive, so he is even more strict than me. Rum doesn't know the whole story...

Just as I was wondering, the person there seemed to sense my doubt and responded directly: "The person you called "True Son" before is not dead."

I frowned. Escaped from the fire?

Unexpected, but not unexpected.

A death that is not witnessed with one's own eyes is not a real death. I was prepared for the fact that I was not able to kill the person directly at that time.

So when I heard the news now, I didn't feel surprised, but I understood it. But if she could reveal such important news so quickly.

I actually don't believe it.

But then, his words made me feel a chill in my heart, "She didn't escape on her own, I saw it from Mr. Subaru."

Pleiades?

Isn't that Shuichi Akai?

Is this how the FBI got in?

"Shinichi-kun, do I look stupid? You are the one who has no reason to tell me, right?" I took out another mobile phone and checked the location that was secretly placed on Kudo Shinichi in real time.

Tokyo Sky Tree——Isn’t this the Suzuki Tower?

After being renovated some time ago, it is planned to open at the beginning of spring break.

How did he get there?

This involves my core secrets, I can't just sit there and wait for death, I have to handle it myself, I won't feel at ease no matter who I leave this matter to.

"I'm just telling you that even if your story gets out, it has nothing to do with me. Don't do anything to Lan." His tone was full of energy, and all of a sudden he seemed to have lost the weakness he had just felt, as if even the certain physical side effects brought by the antidote had been eliminated.

My God, is the power of love so great?

As expected of the official partner, she has unlimited power, right?

When I think about it this way, everything makes sense.

I looked at the location of Mao Lilan on the other side. She was still in school and her exam time had not ended yet.

I fastened my seatbelt, released the handbrake, and stepped on the accelerator.

"But my words remain unchanged. If something I don't want to be exposed is exposed, I promise you that Mao Lilan will be the first to bear the brunt." I took a shortcut and drove with a smile. This car is registered under Amuro Toru's name, so even if there is a violation, it will be dealt with by the police. "So Shinichi, please help me settle this matter. For your lovely childhood sweetheart, this little thing should not be a problem, right?"

There was a strange sound coming from his end.

But I don’t care. Even if you spit on me and curse me to death in your heart, what does it matter?

Don't you still have to listen to me?

The value of life is unequal, especially in the face of subjectivity.

The car was speeding up, and the original journey of twenty or thirty minutes was quickly shortened, and it arrived at the foot of Suzuki Pagoda in just a few minutes.

The buildings nearby are all properties of the Suzuki family, and they are all sealed off for renovation, so there are no outsiders here except for a few security guards.

It was easy to get rid of them. I just took out my police officer ID and waved it in front of them, and they let me go.

By the way, this ID was taken from a police car when I was in Nagano Prefecture, and the photo on it is not my face.

But if you keep pressing on, the security guards won't really check it carefully.

I looked at the location, which was upstairs. I entered the observation elevator, and the transparent glass allowed me to have a general view of the entire Tokyo as I ascended.

As the elevator went higher and higher, I suddenly felt dizzy. My body didn't feel any discomfort, but my head seemed to be lacking oxygen, and I began to feel like retreating.

I lowered my head and forced myself to look down from the dozen or so floors I was moving through. At a glance, my pupils shrank and my eye sockets dilated.

Is that——Silver Fox?

The person standing at the gate far downstairs to help the security guard was Silver Fox who had previously pretended to be a consultant for the Suzuki Group.

If I am not sure about Mako's death, then I am absolutely sure about Ginko's death. He died inside the Public Security Bureau, and this incident naturally exposed the undercover within the Public Security Bureau, forcing the Public Security Bureau to clean up in advance and nip the snake in the bud.

But at this distance, I can no longer sense his brain waves.

Disguise—it can only be disguise.

But, Vermouth and I just separated. I came here for racing, but she can’t. Let’s exclude Kuroba Kaito—

There are still people in Tokyo who have this ability.

Yukiko Kudo?

But what reason does she have to do this?

The real disappearance of the secular identity of Silver Fox should be a few days ago in Nagano Prefecture, when I took away the thief Kid. In other words, if you want to use this identity again, you must have taken over the job of Kuroba Kaito and contacted old man Suzuki a few days ago, which would be a natural thing.

There is no reason for Kudo Yukiko to do this. Could it be that they are from the FBI, but Kudo Yukiko is the one doing the disguise work?

I frowned, and in a flash, I suddenly realized my mistake.

As for myself, I have never met Yukiko Kudo, nor have I recorded the brain waves of Vermouth...

If the Toru Amuro just now was Yukiko Kudo, then those movements with some traces of acting, as some habits of an actor, may not have come from Vermouth.

My mind was racing, and my hand suddenly pressed the nearest floor button to stop the elevator. I quickly got out of the elevator and stopped on the 100th floor.

When I stepped on the floor, the vague feeling I had just had when looking down disappeared, and I felt much more comfortable.

My thoughts became smoother. If it was Yukiko Kudo who pretended to be Toru Amuro, her only target could only be Shinichi Kudo.

And Kudo Shinichi's only goal is——

Maori Ran!

That's just a few minutes of distraction and weak signal!

Thinking of this, when I was about to confirm something, suddenly in the extremely quiet environment, I heard the sound of bullets being loaded.

I crouched down, and instead of reaching behind my waist for the gun, I twisted my wrist, grabbed the scimitar hidden in my sleeve, and as I turned sideways, I threw the knife in the direction of the sound.

"bite!"

The crisp collision sound allowed me to clearly see the person standing on the side of the stairs when I turned around. I hit the gun handle accurately and rubbed the hand at the base of the palm, leaving a bloody mark.

"Kudo Shinichi, you are really something." I laughed despite being angry. Upon careful observation, I found that his movements were a little strange, somewhat different from those when I was with Conan.

It may be due to the difference in body and state of mind, but the overall trend is still similar.

"Not as good as you." He held the locator in his hand, then let go and threw it gently on the ground.

Am I being fooled?

He didn't have time to discuss any plans with others, and he shouldn't trust others completely after me.

Kudo Shinichi shouldn't have time to discuss plans with his mother.

How is this done?

Because I cared too much, I focused almost all my energy on Kudo Shinichi and the things he was involved in. The person downstairs just now was Vermouth. Is Vermouth actively helping Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan?

Although she already knew that her godmother - the title was a bit strange, but it was very appropriate. But under Karasuma Renya's order, she would not disobey.

Unless the missions overlap or...

I looked at Kudo Shinichi. Did he use some unexpected event to lure Vermode or the Black Organization here?

I looked at his appearance - no, it was with this body, the identity of Kudo Shinichi that deliberately attracted the attention of Vermouth. Gin was in Tokyo and had just gone out not long ago. If Kudo Shinichi suddenly appeared at this time, Vermouth would definitely want him to avoid Gin's sight.

So, is this using one's own value to lure Belmode to block this place?

In order to seal off the Suzuki Tower, I couldn't leave normally.

Others may not know this seam, but everything Karasuma Renya uses on herself will be tried on Vermouth first, including Rejuvenation and Silver Bullet.

So even if he doesn't know clearly, Vermouth should have seen some of the human experiments conducted by Karasuma Renya based on the known information.

I really don't want to confront Vermouth, her eyes represent Karasuma Renya. The core of my plan is to make them all think that "I" am dead, dead in Halsey of the third branch.

When I arrived at the motel just now, I had deliberately covered my forehead.

If you try to get out during the lockdown, then——

Just when I was completely focused on the person in front of me, I didn't know that there was more than one person here.

By the time I realized it, we were already close enough to each other. A chill pierced my shoulders and my consciousness went numb.

The effect of the anesthetic needle took effect on me instantly, but I hardened my heart and realized that the same trick of making me lose consciousness would not work on me a second time.

I used the scalpel in my left hand to cut a deep gash on my shoulder. The anesthetic needle fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood, along with the anesthetic that had not yet circulated, flowed out of my body. The pain stimulated my nerves crazily, making me quite conscious.

However, I suspected that I was not sober.

Otherwise, how could I see that the person who was firing the anesthetic needle from behind was Conan Edogawa holding the anesthetic needle watch.

The Kudo Shinichi behind him is not a dummy, and the Conan in front of him is also the real person.

This--

Shadow clone?

I deliberately sensed their spirits again. There was a subtle difference, but also a subtle overlap. It was not a disguise, but——

My mind was in a mess.

Oh shit, I really am in a comic book!

Am I awakening? Breaking the fourth wall?

Hello, hello, can anyone hear my own chatter when I talk? Is there anyone outside the screen?