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After hearing what Miyano Akemi said, Conan immediately realized that he might be able to find the answer to his long-standing confusion at Natsukawa's house. Without hesitation, the detective took out his skateboard and drove at the highest speed, and soon stopped at the door of Natsukawa's house, as the flower shop was not far from Natsukawa's house.

Just a few months were not enough for this two-story building to show any signs of abandonment. It looked more like the owner had just locked the door while traveling, just like what Noel wrote in the letter to the kids of the Young Detectives, he was just going abroad.

The letter that Xiaolan and the others received was more "realistic", detailing the reasons for going abroad for treatment and specific information about doctors and hospitals. Conan once called and used a voice changer to inquire about the details, and the other party answered fluently. Obviously, although Norgo's departure seemed abrupt, it had been prepared sufficiently.

How could such a person like Norge abandon his most important younger brother so easily? Or, in Norge's eyes, this younger brother does not need his care at all.

Conan recalled the police academy information he had found out through Officer Sato, and looked at the answer that was about to be revealed in front of him.

After a moment, he walked to the door and wanted to knock on it, but his hand stayed in the air and dropped after a moment. He then looked at the small building again, walked around to the window on the other side, and decided to observe the situation first.

It was because the detective had already vaguely guessed who was in the house that he gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door and entering. After all, some police officers were too sensitive about age and would most likely not allow themselves to get involved.

The detective carefully used the bricks at his feet and the branches on the side to move his body closer to the slightly higher window on the side and put his ear close to it. Sure enough, there was someone talking in the house, but before he could hear clearly what was said, the window was suddenly opened.

"Bang--"

"It turns out to be Little Conan~"

A pair of droopy eyes full of smiles and ridicule blinked at the detective, and then he pulled the other person out of the window with one hand.

Conan was caught off guard and held in the police officer's arms. After a moment of hesitation, he said with a guilty conscience: "Officer Hagiwara..."

But before he could explain anything, he saw that in addition to the familiar Officer Matsuda, there were two other strange yet familiar people in the house.

A man with dark skin and light blond hair, a pair of gray-purple eyes looked at the person next to him with some helplessness, and then turned to greet him with a smile. Noticing his stare, he gave a gentle smile. However, if the last time he saw this man, he was not a member of the organization and talking to Grappa, Conan would definitely not be frightened by this smile, and then he grabbed Hagihara Kenji's collar.

However, when Conan glanced at the other person, he was stunned.

The blue-purple cat eyes looked at him with a hint of smile, and there was some familiar kindness in them. The man in simple home clothes sat naturally in Xiachuan's house, as if he was at home.

Maybe, it really is my home.

Conan sighed and couldn't help complaining, "Brother Xiaoguang, I was really fooled by you this time."

"Did you recognize me?" Morofushi Kagemitsu stood up and looked at the detective who had struggled out of Hagiwara Kenji's arms. He bent down and touched the other's head and said softly, "You can call me Kagemitsu brother, Shinichi?"

Conan was not surprised to hear his real name from the other party, but he asked, "What is the relationship between Jingguang and Officer Morobushi?"

The Inspector Morobushi here naturally refers to Inspector Morobushi Takaaki of Nagano Prefecture, who is also the elder brother of Morobushi Kagemitsu.

"He's still working but I'm no longer?" Morofu Jingguang made a joke, but it was obvious that this remark aroused strong dissatisfaction from the blond man next to him.

"Once we have dealt with the organization, we can go back and explain it clearly."

After all, according to official records, Zhu Fu Jingguang had already died. The records certainly did not record that he was not on duty. To be more precise, the confidential files stated that he died in the line of duty. But if Zhu Fu Jingguang said this, the people around him who were afraid of heights would jump up.

After all, hell jokes are based on the conscience of people who only test their relatives and friends.

Morofushi Jingguang smiled and was about to say something, but Matsuda Jinpei beside him couldn't help but said with some disdain: "Who taught you such a good eavesdropping technique?"

"It was you who found out too quickly!" Conan couldn't help but retort. Although he didn't think he could really hide it, he thought he would hear as much as he could, and then even if he was discovered, he could join in on the grounds that since he heard it, he couldn't be included in the confidentiality period. But who knew he would be discovered before he could even hear it.

"There's no way. Noel had done a lot of protection to prevent eavesdropping, and the window at that height was left there intentionally."

Conan understood immediately, and couldn't help showing his dead fish eyes. He understood that it was used for fishing, and...

"Brother Jingguang, you really know everything."

Conan silently ruled out the slight possibility that the other party was also in the dark, then looked up at the man and asked himself with a smile:

"Would you like to hear the story of that child? Zero is here with us this time, so I want to tell you about it in detail."

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"Master Grappa," Joseph from the New York branch of the United States looked at the man in front of him with a respectful tone, "Please rest here for a while. We have prepared a special banquet tonight. I believe you will like it."

Although Joseph himself is also a code member and the person in charge of the base who holds real power, Grappa's style in the organization is at its peak at that time. In addition, the heads of each base are not stupid and are more or less aware of the purpose of Grappa's visit. At least their superficial attitudes are sufficient.

As Joseph spoke, he looked at Grappa, whom he had not seen for a long time, without leaving any trace.

This was not the first time the two had met. In other words, they had interacted with each other quite a lot several years ago when Grappa was still in the United States. However, things had changed a lot since then.

The biggest difference was that the white bandage that had been welded to his body had disappeared, and the young man's sharp and mature facial features were revealed as if a sharpness that had been concealed for a long time. Wrapped in a black shirt and windbreaker, his too white skin seemed to be flawless. His long tied hair was as black as ink and hung behind his head, forming a sharp contrast with his skin color. His pair of gray-green eyes were exposed without any cover. His cold eyes made the lower-level members who were waiting on the side couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"This is Master Grappa, his aura is so strong." Apparently, such an unconcealed strong aura has caused some of the lower-level members who admired the strong to change from fear to admiration. However, when they turned around, they saw the experienced seniors beside them with a pale face.

For those who had seen Grappa's cold, monster-like appearance before, his appearance now was like a monster covered with a human shell, which was even more creepy.

But it was a bit tricky for Joseph. After all, Grapa now didn't seem to be the weapon that could only complete the mission. As the person in charge of the base, he naturally agreed with the undercover investigation, but he was afraid that Grapa was more than just an undercover. As a base second only to the headquarters, even a black criminal organization would have some common problems of all large organizations, especially since they didn't have to consider issues such as taxation. Misappropriation of funds and falsification of accounts would naturally be a lot.

So no matter what, Grapa cannot be allowed to investigate anything other than undercover work.

After sending the person to the arranged residence, Joseph once again summoned his confidants to confirm some details. In a corner that he didn't notice, a man had cold sweat on his palms. He was an undercover agent who had been planted in the organization by the FBI not long ago. Now he could become Joseph's confidant all thanks to a life-saving favor arranged before. However, the leaked information now made him suspicious. With Joseph's character, if Grapa from the headquarters found out something, he would throw himself out as an undercover agent without hesitation to divert attention. This method of eliminating dissidents has always been effective.

At this time, Noel, who was missed by everyone, walked into the luxurious room prepared by the branch with an indifferent look on his face, then threw himself directly onto the bed. Then, without raising his head, he twisted his body to take off his windbreaker and threw it on the ground, then turned over and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

It was July now, and July in the United States was also very hot. Noel felt unhappy when he thought about the black windbreaker and black shirt. After all, he was going to meet the garbage man, so he wore the damn black color to express his formal attitude. As a result, his already unhappy mood became worse because of the weather, so he greeted Joseph directly with a blank expression.

Now that he was back in the room, the first thing he could not help but do was to take off his clothes without caring about his image. Noel was not worried that Joseph would be stupid enough to install a camera. Just as the other party remembered Noel, Noel also remembered to find a New York person in charge who was cautious but ruthless enough.

"Lord Grappa," someone suddenly knocked on the door, but without waiting for Noel's consent, the person on the other side pushed the door open without hesitation.

Noel reacted quickly and took the windbreaker from the ground to the bed. He raised his head and looked coldly at the person who came, then quickly retracted his murderous intent.

"BOSS,"

he called out.

Of course it was impossible for Big Trash to come here in person. All he saw was a numb servant in black holding a small screen in his hand, and Big Trash in a suit was putting on a hypocritical smile on the other side of the screen.

Yes, the good news is that this extremely suspicious scumbag did not install any camera directly on himself, but sent several servants in the yard to follow him closely, monitoring his surroundings like cameras. Of course, this scumbag also watched the conversation with Joseph just now with a small camera.

Noel understood that this was indeed more convenient. For the big trash, a completely brainwashed servant was absolutely loyal. But for himself, it was easier to do something tricky.

However......

"Thank you for your hard work. Is there anything wrong?"

The big trash on the screen asked in an amiable tone, his eyes looking at Noel and then stopping at one place, Noel's neck.

Under the shirt with several buttons undone, a black metal collar is tightly stuck at the neck. Even though it is a style without any decorations, the overly bright color contrast makes it conspicuous as if it is restricting its breathing.

Apparently, Big Trash chose another way to strengthen control, a collar with something unknown added to it, supposedly a little medicine.

Noel sighed, regretting again that he had given up the idea of ​​killing the BOSS with one blow.

According to what they said, it seems that they are worried that they can't control their bloodlust, and they want to know if there are some effective drugs to help them sober up and treat their body. Of course, only dogs believe that.

Besides, Noel was not so naive as to think that the other party only asked him to take it back for a while during this mission and then took it off in a good-natured manner.

I'm afraid it's because after this mission, I have completely grasped the distribution of the organization's bases and need more effective means of control. If brainwashing doesn't work, I can use physical means directly, or even use both. After returning, I will only face a worse situation.

It's so annoying, Noel thought as he listened absentmindedly to the instructions from the other side. Whether it's this damn weather or this damn person, destroy them all.