Chapter 2445 2457 [Perfect Identity]
Gin looked at Vodka: "..." At first glance, it seemed to make sense, but if you think about it carefully, any suspicion would not arise out of thin air. Since Vermouth felt that something was wrong with Vodka and specifically said it out...it means that at least one of the two people has a problem.
It's just that Vermouth is far away from him, so if there is a problem, it's someone else's problem. But the assistant next to him... must nip any possible danger in the bud.
Gin lit a cigarette, thought for a while, and then spoke under Vodka's anxious gaze: "I remember I asked you to examine a psychiatrist a few days ago. How was the result?"
Vodka: "..." If I'm not mistaken, it should be the psychiatrist that the boss asked you to examine, why did he push it to me...By the way, is this result being asked to the doctor or to me?
He muttered to himself, and said respectfully: "I'm very sorry, I've been too busy recently, I, I haven't had time to go..."
Gin understood something and sneered: He is actually hiding his illness and avoiding medical treatment. The possibility that there is something wrong with this little brother has increased.
Vodka bravely interpreted Gin's expression, and his scalp tingled instantly. He blurted out: "I'll go tomorrow!"
...The reason why I didn't want to see a psychiatrist was not because I felt that I had mental problems, but because I always felt that doctors were easily associated with Uzo, especially psychiatrists.
But now, if he doesn’t go, he might have to step onto Uzo’s sinister stage in another way.
Vodka made a straw man of Uzo in his heart and accepted the dangerous task of seeing a doctor with tears in his eyes.
…
However, Vodka soon discovered that there was more to worry about than just his encounters with the doctor.
What’s more…
Brother Gin actually refused to go see a doctor!
That is to say, before he can successfully see a doctor, he will have to return to his previous state of independent action.
Vodka: "..." I wonder if that Uzo guy would suddenly pop up again like he did a few days ago and take advantage of the situation...
"But if you think about it, Tokyo is so big, the probability of running into him is actually very low." Vodka touched his chin, "It's just that every time I meet him, I am deeply impressed, so I have an illusion that he is everywhere, but if you think about it, there are actually more times when I don't run into Uzo."
"And the times are different now." Vodka gradually came up with a plan, with the corners of his mouth rising. "Before, I was limited by the mission, and the gun was in his hand, so I had to pretend to be nice to that guy... But now, I don't have any mandatory missions, and Wuzo's bullets are also limited. As long as I run away as soon as I see that guy, won't the problem be solved?"
Thinking about his own racing skills, Vodka sat up straight silently, trying to adjust his mindset, trying to make himself optimistic and confident:
Although nominally he went to investigate the doctor, he knew in his heart that this was as much an investigation of the doctor as it was an investigation of Vodka - he had to appear like an ordinary person with a normal mentality, rather than suddenly being labeled as "mentally ill", which would only arouse the suspicion of his superiors and might even lead to his being murdered.
"By the way, since I'm going out alone, I definitely can't drive my brother's antique Porsche. I have to find a more ordinary car."
Vodka thought of the life-saving experience he had just concluded not long ago. In order to avoid accidentally entering the stage that Wu Zuo had tailored for Akai Shuichi, he thought seriously: "Why not change my clothes and wear something of a different color? - Maybe in this way, Wu Zuo will be distracted and will not recognize me as a Black Organization cadre, so that I can escape the scene more calmly."
A series of plans quickly formed in my mind.
Vodka did what he said. He rummaged through his casual wardrobe which had not been touched for a long time, found a somewhat old dark green jacket, and pulled out a pair of light-colored jeans.
He put on his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned silently: he always felt that something was not right.
After a moment, the black-clad cadre suddenly realized what was going on and reached out to take off the black hat on his head.
"This way I'll look like a completely normal person." Vodka pushed up his sunglasses, skillfully applied hairspray to fix his hair, and nodded with satisfaction, "Why didn't I think of this earlier? But it's not too late now... Let's go!"
The driver, who had changed into new equipment, turned the car key and went out happily.
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The other side.
Rice flower bank.
Jiang Xia cashed the check given by the cat-catching client, intending to share the cash with his younger brothers who worked diligently to catch cats and dogs.
He was thinking about why clients like to use checks so much, when suddenly, the ghosts floating around poked him.
"?" Jiang Xia came back to his senses, looked in the direction they were pointing, and paused.
"Jiang Xia!" Almost at the same time, Mao Lilan's surprised voice came from the bank door, "What a coincidence, you are here to cash a check too?"
Jiang Xia nodded. He looked at the Maori father and daughter and Conan who suddenly appeared, and his mood began to improve: the boring day seemed to be coming to an end.
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Maori Kogoro has been a detective for so many years that he is very familiar with cashing checks. He finished his business quickly and planned to go home.
When he passed by the door, he saw the billboard next to the gate. He stopped thoughtfully, with a look of nostalgia on his face.
Mao Lilan, who was talking to Jiang Xia, was startled when she saw this and came closer curiously: "Dad, what are you looking at?"
Maori Kogoro came back to his senses. He looked at the two teenagers next to him, and then at the kid who seemed to be only seven years old. He couldn't help but sighed: "It suddenly occurred to me that all banks used to have a special citizen column - right here."
He gestured at the notice board in front of him and said, "In the past, many people would post small notices here to advertise. The most common ones were pet adoptions and tutoring jobs. When I was a tutor, I relied on this kind of notice board to attract business."
Jiang Xia was lost in thought, and suddenly got inspired: "..." Tutor? This sounds like a job that is prone to encountering cases. Unfortunately, most tutors nowadays start as college students, and it is not easy for him, a high school sophomore, to be successfully hired... But if you think about it carefully, isn't there a graduate student around him? Maybe Subaru Okiya can try to work hard in this direction.
In addition, although I can't be a tutor myself, it seems that I can find a tutor...
A psychic who knew how to use people well fell into silent contemplation.
Next to him, Conan didn't think too much about it. He was just surprised by the topic: "Tutor?"
Mao Lilan was also a little surprised: "You really worked as a tutor? This is the first time I heard of it..."
(End of this chapter)
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