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Vermode sat in the back seat of Noel's car, looked up at the student reflected in the mirror, and asked with a smile: "You left in front of Gin. You are getting braver, Noel..."

Before Belmode could finish his words, the man driving the car suddenly stepped on the brakes hard. Belmode, who was not sitting firmly in the back seat, was almost hit by the back seat due to inertia. Fortunately, he grabbed the seat in time to stabilize his body. The expression on his face, which was always mysterious, was a little angry for the first time. He asked: "Noel..."

"Sorry, teacher," Noel apologized sincerely, then stopped the car, bent down, reached out and fiddled with it, and under Bermode's puzzled eyes, he took out a small button-like thing, the surface of which was forcibly destroyed to expose the wires that emitted a weak current.

"Breakthrough?" Bermode's expression was a little serious. "Who is it......"

Noel leaned on the driver's seat and played with the eavesdropping device, saying directly: "It's Conan's~"

“Noel, you…” Bermode’s aquamarine eyes trembled, and then turned into a cold murderous aura. He looked at Noel and said with certainty: “You did it on purpose.”

Whether he deliberately mentioned Conan or deliberately left Conan's eavesdropping device on himself.

"You mean I mentioned his name in front of you on purpose? Do you want me to use a more euphemistic term, such as cool guy, silver bullet, or Kudo Shinichi?"

Noel looked at the woman's eyes flashing slightly after he called her that, while he started the car and drove steadily on the road.

After continuous observation during this period of time, Noel, who had already determined how important the male and female protagonists were in Bermode's mind, was too lazy to hide it and just put it out in the open.

"You know a lot?" Vermouth said after a long silence. The amount of information the other party provided was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Anyway, teacher, don't worry, I'm not threatening you," a smile flashed in Noel's gray-green eyes. He was driving and could clearly see Bermode's expression through the mirror. But no matter what, he was his teacher after all, and his true emotions had been completely restrained except for the moment just now. No matter how you looked at it, he was putting on a perfect mask.

But then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again. The bandage on his face was casually wrapped around twice, and his exposed gray-green eyes were smiling insincerely. The curve of his mouth was also very similar to that of Bermode...

I almost forgot that I am already like this.

It's not a threat, but I can't tell whether it's true or not.

Noel chuckled and said, "I don't want to be an enemy of the teacher. Don't worry, I won't touch him."

It was as if he knew about Conan's situation and didn't report it to the organization just for the sake of Bermode. Noel didn't care how much Bermode believed him. He just wanted this Thousand-Faced Witch who was good at observing and playing with people's hearts to not pay too much attention to him, and at least help him at some point. It was far from enough to just rely on the other party's vague sympathy and interest...

"I just hope the teacher can help me. After all, I am your student. We are in the same camp, right?"

"That's true."

Noel received a positive answer from Vermode, but he also understood that for all his future actions, this teacher and he would only ever be in a mutually beneficial relationship. The occasional warmth would officially become a thing of the past, and any flaws that occasionally appeared would only become an opportunity for the other party to strike without hesitation.

It's so nice...

Noel was in a good mood and found a restaurant owned by the organization with decent food. He already knew that Mizunoshi Renna's mission would definitely fail, and he and Vermode would be sent out soon. Of course, this was not foolproof. After the eavesdropping device was taken away by him, Conan would miss more details of this mission. But it didn't matter. He knew the specific information and it would be easy to reveal it to the detective.

As Noel pondered, he opened the car door like a gentleman. Bermode also got out of the car gracefully. He saw a bright silver color on the tip of the ear of the student who leaned over to open the door. He suddenly chuckled and said, "You have learned how to dress up recently?"

Noel smiled but did not answer. On the ear that was not covered by the bandage was an exquisitely crafted silver ring wrapped around the tip of the outer auricle. It should be an ear clip, but it was a bit rare for Noel, who never wore any jewelry other than a bandage when drinking grappa.

"It looks pretty good." Bermode commented, then turned and walked into the restaurant.

———

"Do you think... Grappa did it on purpose, or was it an accident?" Conan was silent for a moment after hearing the sharp and piercing voice from the other end. He looked at the people in the car and asked this question with a serious expression.

"I was careless on purpose." The brown-haired girl sitting in the back seat said this, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

Finally, Judy, who was already in the doctor's car, spoke up: "Conan, the FBI's witness protection program..."

"It's okay," Huihara Ai interrupted the others in distress and said, "Grappa won't check on us."

This statement caused everyone in the car to look at him. Conan turned to look at the brown-haired girl, who looked back at him without any pretense. He then explained, "From what I know about Grappa, he doesn't care about small things like eavesdropping devices, and given his relationship with Gin, he won't tell him."

"Don't care?" Conan asked in surprise.

"He is very confident in his own strength. In addition, he has many enemies. It is normal for some people to want to make small moves. As for leaking intelligence, it will not affect him much." Haibara Ai rolled her eyes in her heart while giving the other party some advice. Although it was not a lie, after all, Noel was very confident in his own strength, or to be more precise, he was not going to die. He also had countless enemies, and he was able to leak the organization's intelligence.

"In any case, it is more important to determine the organization's mission objectives and locations first."

Haibara Ai brought the topic back to the current situation, but Conan narrowed his eyes slightly. After all, Teacher Judy didn't know much about Haibara Ai, but in Conan's eyes, it was quite strange. Given her personality, she should care more about the threat posed by Grappa to the people around her than the current mission of the organization. Or is it because she is very sure that Grappa will not do anything that she shifted the focus to the current mission of the organization?

The detective, who was not sure of the answer, put the question aside for the time being and began to concentrate on reasoning about the organization's goals. Although the process deviated from the original, the detective soon realized that DJ was referring to the Self-Defense Force officer Domon Yasuki, and Eddie P was Haido Park.

After driving over and determining the surrounding environment, the detective quickly figured out a way to block the organization's sniping by destroying the water pipes and forcing the bodyguards to hold up umbrellas. Fortunately, a heavy rain came afterwards, causing the organization's action to fail.

Gin, who was sitting in the car observing the situation, snorted coldly and said to his phone, "Colon, this operation failed. I'll wait for you at the old place in an hour."

Then he glanced at the driver, Vodka, and said, "Contact Bermode and Grappa."

In Haido Park, Judy, who was relieved because of the rain, looked at the boy standing in the rain with a serious expression and sighed: "This rain is so timely."

"But we don't know what they will do next." Conan whispered with a distressed look, but Judy rubbed his head.

"Let the FBI take care of the rest. Conan, you have to come with us..."

Before Judy could finish, her cell phone suddenly rang. Conan subconsciously picked up the phone and opened it. He was stunned to see the message saying:

/I can follow them - Ikaros./

"Looks like this boy wants to lend himself to us." Judy, who took advantage of her height to see the content of the text message on the mobile phone, picked up Conan with one hand. Behind her, the FBI car drove slowly. James, with a white hair and a serious application, sat in the driver's seat, waiting for the other party.

———

Noel was cutting a steak and putting it into his mouth. Perhaps it was because he ate elegantly in front of Bermode, who had taught him etiquette. But whether it was the excessive amount of ketchup added by the chef after he asked or the steak disappearing quickly from the plate, Bermode's eyes were slightly disgusted. The waiter next to him was an internal member of the organization, but he was still nervous when he suddenly saw two big men of the organization coming to eat. He didn't want to be around these two terrifying people at all, but Grappa had already eaten his fourth steak, and he needed to be there to collect the plates and serve new steaks at any time. He tried his best to suppress the expression on his face and kept hypnotizing himself in his heart that he was just a tool to serve the plates.

"Are you eating so fast? Are you in a hurry?"

Noel did not answer, and then Bermode's phone rang. The latter looked down, then smiled a little schadenfreude and said, "Their mission failed."

But then she remembered something and her expression changed slightly. Noel put down his knife and fork and confirmed the other party's thoughts: "Yes, it should be him who did it. You are worthy of your high regard for him..."

"What exactly are your plans?" Bermode interrupted the other party and asked directly.

If Gin noticed Conan, it would be a big problem.

"Don't worry, teacher," Noel wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up, saying, "I think you can guarantee that nothing will happen to him."

———

"I didn't expect it would be Ikaros." James, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but sigh after listening to what had just happened and following the navigation given by Ikaros.

"Does the FBI know much about this?" Conan asked doubtfully. As far as he knew, Ikaros should only be operating in Japan.

"I don't know a lot about him, but there is one thing I know," Judy said slowly: "This famous hacker who was originally active only in Japan now has traces of activities in countries around the world."

This news stunned Conan. Unlike the FBI, he knew that Nor was connected to Ikaros, but it was impossible for one person to move around the world. Could it be that Nor was just a member of the Ikaros organization?

"So now the FBI tacitly acknowledges that Icarus is a hacker group that acts according to... a common philosophy." Judy thought that Icarus might also be listening, so she deleted the adjective "willful philosophy" in the information. After all, for an official organization, no matter whether what the other party does is good or bad, it is breaking the rules.

/I know your internal evaluation. /

The terrifying response from the other party on the phone successfully made the two FBI members Judy and James look serious and silently increase their vigilance, while the detective seemed to be a little absent-minded.

So, the one who is sending me messages right now is Norge?