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"Conan?"

There was a surprised voice from the man on the other end, and it was obvious that he didn't expect to receive this call.

However, since the call was connected, it means that the other party's current environment should be relatively safe and reliable, Conan thought.

That's right, he chose to inform Furuya Rei, who is now the second-in-command in the organization and should theoretically know Noel's current situation best.

"Mr. Furuya, there are some things I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

On the roadside, the blond man leaning against the wall looked a little tired. After all, who would have thought that such a big person could disappear by himself in front of him, and this time the other party's speed was so fast that he began to doubt his life. In short, he had completely lost his trace an hour ago, so he had to urgently mobilize the public security personnel to search.

But before he could receive any news from his subordinates, the young detective suddenly received a phone call.

"Norgotha..."

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, the blond man roughly guessed the other party's intention. The little detective usually called to ask three things: one was to ask about the organization, the second was to ask about Noel's situation, and the third was to ask about the organization and Noel's situation.

"Don't worry, I'm here," he subconsciously comforted her, skillfully taking care of everything himself, "I won't reveal any other information to you..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the next sentence:

"Noel is here!"

There was an abrupt silence on both ends of the phone. Then, the blond man said in a very natural tone: "Please explain the situation."

"It was the kids from the detective team who found him on the roadside. We are now in a dessert shop, which is relatively hidden, but..." Conan paused for a moment and said, "Norco should have a locator of the organization on him."

There was silence for a moment, then he said:

"That's okay, I'll take care of it,"

Of course, Furuya Ling understood what the other party meant. He rubbed his temples with a headache, and felt his brain working rapidly with a strange sense of relief. He whispered, "Send me the address, let him... let Noel stay with you for a while."

Conan was stunned, and for a moment he suspected that he had heard it wrong, but before he could ask, he heard the other side say:

"Please, little detective. I'm going to take care of some things and pick him up in the evening."

"Okay..." Conan responded subconsciously. He wanted to ask something else when he heard a beep. The person on the other end hung up the phone decisively, leaving the young detective with a lot of questions in his head.

The blond man who hung up the phone stopped by the wall for a while, turned around and walked towards his own car, while instructing his subordinates to deal with the surveillance nearby, and then asked Kazami to stand guard near the dessert shop.

Let Noel stay with these kids for a while... Furuya Rei decided. In the past few days, he has confirmed that Noel is not in any danger of losing control in his current state. It is also reliable to have Conan by his side. Moreover... thinking of the other party's sudden running away just now, he thought with a little self-mockery:

As long as it's not here, anywhere is fine.

The location of the locator is not a problem. Taking Grapa to a dessert shop to eat dessert must not be strange at all considering his current image in the eyes of the boss. As for the mission, the two of them have just come out of the mission location. As long as the mission goal is solved, it is a reasonable rest time after completing the work. Even if the boss of this organization is overly cautious, he can't say anything. What's more, the boss doesn't have the time to care about these things now.

So the target of the mission must die, preferably two hours before the mission ends.

Sitting in the driver's seat, the blond man looked down at the information of the mission target in his hand. Should he be lucky? This was a villain who was completely suitable for a public security officer to kill. At the moment approaching dawn, his emotions imprisoned by his reason always quietly emerged, making him a little at a loss occasionally.

He looked at the time again, turned the key, stepped on the accelerator, and headed for the target building.

Thirty minutes later, the leader of the target organization was found dead in the office. The time of death had been estimated for some time. Suddenly, all members of the organization felt threatened. They all realized that the murderer came from the organization that had recently suffered a severe blow. They regretted that they had mistakenly regarded the huge monster that had been seriously injured as an existence that they could provoke. They also quietly wondered whether this was a last gasp or an announcement of their return.

———

After Conan hung up the phone, he was silent for a while, and finally sighed that he had gained Mr. Fūya's trust.

He realized that Mr. Fūya, who always maintained a relaxed attitude, was in a bad mood. Thinking of the fact that Norgo appeared alone on the street, he could roughly guess what happened between the two.

Although detectives may occasionally act like straight men with low emotional intelligence, it is still easy to deduce things when the intelligence is similar. Mr. Furuya Rei has been undercover in the organization for many years and had contact with Norgo early on. In addition, he is a close friend of Mr. Morobushi Kagemitsu. Recalling the intelligence he got from Mr. Akai, he roughly knows the situation.

Mr. Fūya is undoubtedly a public security policeman with a strong sense of justice and responsibility. For such a man, he has not discovered Norgo's problem. In addition, given Norgo's current situation, I'm afraid he will most likely take the responsibility on himself. Although Conan knows about Nor and is most likely keeping it a secret, it's hard to say now. This may be because Norgo, who has no memory, has shown some resistance that makes Mr. Fūya dare not get too close.

It's really worrying...

Conan, thinking this, had already returned to the dessert shop. He looked up at Noel, who was still innocently concentrating on eating dessert, sighed again, turned around and looked at the children around him, and couldn't help asking:

"So why are you eating too?"

"Because I saw that Brother Kong was eating so happily, I couldn't help it..." Mitsuhiko said with a little guilt, with a touch of matcha-colored cream on the corner of his mouth. Ayumi on the side quietly avoided Conan's reproachful gaze and moved her eyes to Noel who was eating dessert, as if she wanted to admire the other person to death. Genta, with the spirit of fighting with the chestnut cake in front of him until the last moment, was vaguely in confrontation with Noel who was also eating cake next to him. The two of them ignored themselves and the battle was tense.

Conan couldn't help but twitch his lips, feeling that he was the one who didn't fit in, but he also felt somewhat lucky, with a smile on his face.

Even if we can only be together until the evening, it would be really...great.

He thought about it and made another call.

"Mr. Morobushi, are you there?" Conan asked with an eagerness that he could not hide. Of course, he was thinking of Morobushi Kagemitsu, the person who was closest to Noel.

"Conan?"

After the other party answered the call, the detective lowered his voice and quickly explained the situation here, and then waited for the other party's answer.

"Well, that's how it is," Morobushi Jingguang's voice seemed to always sound so calm and gentle, as if he had expected this accident. He was not surprised, but just said with a smile:

"Since Zero has asked you to do this, please don't betray his trust. I'll leave it to you, Detective. I have something else to do, so I won't go over."

Morobushi Kagemitsu's answer was completely beyond the detective's expectations. Conan, who was hung up again, was a little dazed. What could be more important than Nolko? Shouldn't he come over immediately? Could it be that he encountered something he couldn't get out of?

As he thought about it, he wrinkled his eyebrows unconsciously, but suddenly he smelled a hint of sweetness. The soft and cool glutinous rice skin touched the corner of his mouth, which made him open his mouth unconsciously. When he looked up, he met those light-colored pupils.

There was no emotion in it, reflecting his not-so-good-looking face at the moment.

Before Conan could say anything, the person in front of him stuffed a sweet Daifuku into his mouth. The white-haired man who stood up in front of Conan seemed to be just doing it casually. When he saw the detective eat the Daifuku, he turned around and returned to his seat again, continuing to compete with other desserts.

What is this, Conan thought helplessly. The person who was clearly at the center of the storm happened to be eating sweets in a dessert shop with a group of children at the most critical moment.

Is this appropriate...

Conan sighed again and sat among them honestly. Forget it, he didn't want to think about it too much. He didn't dare to take the people out in this situation anyway. He could only spend the afternoon in the dessert shop. What else could he do? Let's eat.

As for whether the money he brought was enough, Mr. Fūya's subordinates outside should be happy to help.

———

On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Morofushi Kagemitsu was not busy organizing things as Conan expected. Instead, he was sitting in the living room where he had lived as Natsukawa Hikaru for four years. The table was piled with comic magazines and single volumes, which were the "Traveler" series created by Noel under the pen name Leon. Some were placed directly on the sofa, and some were half opened and piled with others. Such a messy appearance seemed somewhat inconsistent with Morofushi Kagemitsu.

But for Zhufu Jingguang, who has been watching it since last night, all night and this morning, there is no need to say whether it is incompatible or not.

Rubbing his bloodshot eyeballs half covered by heavy eyelids, Morobushi Jingguang couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was the last time he stayed up late to read comics in elementary school or junior high school? His brain, which could clearly sort out the various power relationships and wander through these mixed areas to the present, could not remember the details of the past. It seemed that in just a few years, he had been dragged away from the life track of Morobushi Jingguang and walked towards an unexpected path.

In the corner of the desktop is an inconspicuous small black component connected to a section of messy transparent wires.

That was something he had taken down from the guest bedroom last night. It was quite hidden, and he realized its function without even asking Dr. Agasa for help.

High-voltage stun guns are usually used in conjunction with some iron mesh. They are used in prisons to prevent prisoners from escaping and in fences to prevent wild animals from invading.

Obviously, the transparent and electrically conductive wire is the iron net. Who is the prisoner or the beast?

As early as two years ago, Noel had developed a good resistance to electricity. Corrective desensitization treatments in the past made him not hesitate to touch electricity. Who is afraid of electricity?

After taking this down, Morobushi Kagemitsu was silent for a while, and then found all the paintings that Noel had drawn himself.

He can play the bass a little. His bass teacher once said: Only by understanding the melody of a musician, the words of a writer, and the colors of a painter can you know their essence.

He turned the pages of the painting one by one, trying to find the details he had overlooked. Unconsciously, from last night to dawn and now, he was looking for an answer.

This answer made him feel depressed.