Chapter 3637-3652 [Rum's Encouragement] Requesting Monthly Tickets ()
"Sato suspects me?"
Amuro Tooru paused, recalling the crime-solving recording he'd heard from Kazami Yuya yesterday—now that he thought of it, he suddenly remembered that Sato Miwako had indeed said something like, "Could there be another mastermind behind Asanaga?"
When he heard that, he exclaimed in admiration, thinking that there were indeed some insightful people in the Metropolitan Police Department. Unfortunately, he had only scratched the surface and couldn't delve deeper.
But from the current perspective... Jiang Xia actually thinks that the mastermind Sato suspects is "Amuro Tooru"?
"..."
After reviewing his actions from the previous day, Amuro Tooru fell into a brief silence.
"Indeed, among the three outsiders at the scene besides the police, Editor Asaga is the murderer, and Jiang Xia is Jiang Xia. So, the last suspicious person left seems to be me?"
In that sense, Jiang Xia's act of directing that group of people to him was not only not excessive, but rather quite considerate.
"Thinking back carefully, I did tell Jiang Xia that I was leaving this place to him before I left that bus stop with the time bomb..."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xia not only handled the case well, but also made up for his oversight.
...But what use is it for a police undercover agent to gain the trust of the police? The police can't arrest him, and the black-clad organization can't silence him for this.
Amuro Tooru pressed his temples, realizing that the current situation seemed to be the best choice Jiang Xia had made given the lack of much crucial information.
I can only blame my bad luck.
He couldn't say anything, so he gave a perfunctory reply and hung up the phone.
Looking at the messy detective agency, Amuro Tooru had a vague feeling that he might not be able to wait for Uzo today.
Or perhaps that trouble just now was Uzo's response to the critical news article he published in the newspaper?
"Uzo's revenge against me was carried out through Jiang Xia's handling of the aftermath of the case, could it be..."
A hint of doubt rose in my heart, along with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
“No, I’ve already verified that Jiang Xia didn’t design or manipulate those cases.” Amuro Tooru stopped dwelling on the matter—one should trust one’s past self, and at least until a loophole is discovered, he didn’t want to repeat that experiment.
“It should just be a one-sided exploitation.” Amuro Tooru nodded, quickly pulling Jiang Xia out of his mind. “I’d better think about something more important, like the purpose and significance of Curaçao’s presence at the scene.”
...
Achoo!
Inside a secluded safe house.
Curaçao rubbed her nose, picked up the hot tea placed beside her, took a sip, and examined the laptop in front of her.
After confirming the contents of the email, she solemnly pressed send.
Curaçao then pushed the notebook aside and looked at the newspaper spread out beside her. The newspaper was open to the second page, and the words "serial explosions" were very conspicuous.
This is the same picture book bombing incident that happened yesterday.
Curaçao doesn't really like reading reports about Uzo.
To ordinary people, these are just a series of gruesome murder stories that make one's heart pound, but to her, they are a series of terrifying live-action dramas—the blood-splattered stage could swallow the audience at any moment, dragging her, an innocent spectator, into it.
"I was so focused on avoiding Bourbon yesterday that I didn't realize the backstory was so complicated."
Curaçao moved the newspaper far away, gazing at the text on it: "Hirukawa Takuji, who was killed in the bombing, is the protagonist of the first level; his accomplice, editor Tomonaga, is the second level; Bourbon, who forced me to the manhole cover, is the third level; and Uzo is the fourth level..."
"As for me, I was just a spectator who happened to pass by. Bourbon's attitude of grabbing the audience and thinking he has grasped the truth... Sigh, I really don't want to tell others that this is my colleague."
Even so, in the email she just sent, she described in detail how much mockery and danger Bourbon, who was ostensibly "Jiang Xia's boss," had encountered.
And how much trouble Uzo caused her when she was working hard recently.
"Hopefully, after reading this, Rum will reconsider recruiting Uzo. Someone who likes to play tricks on his superiors with death and constantly makes things difficult for his colleagues is definitely not a good candidate for a subordinate."
Although that wretched one-eyed wolf was quite stubborn, Curaçao always held onto a sliver of hope—she did everything in her power to avoid working with Uzo.
Now that the two of them have almost no contact, her survival has already become so much more difficult. If she were to spend a lot of time with Uzo... then Bourbon's fate today would be her fate tomorrow.
In addition, the enemy will have to add another Rum.
...Those days were truly unbearable.
Just then, the computer beeped.
Curaçao's eyes lit up: There was email! Rum had replied?
She tossed the newspaper article about the Uzo case into the trash can, then pulled the computer she had just pushed away back to her, looking expectantly at her email.
It was indeed Rum's reply.
Curaçao took a deep breath, first devoutly washed her hands, then clasped her hands together in prayer before opening the email.
Rum:
Haha, you're really interested in him.
Keep it up, I have high hopes for you guys.
Curaçao: "...?"
With a snap, the mouse cracked open in several places.
I'm talking about the danger of Uzo, what are you talking about?!
...That stubborn old bastard will be blown up by Uzo sooner or later!!
Rather than stopping him from coveting Uzo, it seems easier to kill him... In the future, when going to the shrine, I shouldn't buy amulets anymore; I should just get some cursed dolls to offer to my boss instead.
...
While various flavors of murderous intent were quietly growing under Rum's command.
After finishing the phone call, Jiang Xia returned to the table and continued eating her still-warm breakfast.
Just as he finished serving the mushroom soup, there was a loud bang at the door, and Conan flew to the table like a cannonball, unfolding the newspaper in his hand: "Did you see the news? Kid really did accept that invitation!"
"..." Ai Haibara silently reached out and moved the cups and saucers that were close to him further away: "Don't be so startled, or you'll knock over Jiang Xia's breakfast."
Conan felt a surge of excitement, as if he had met his match, before belatedly realizing that, apart from himself, it seemed no one else cared much about the news.
"..." He picked up a small cake, popped it into his mouth, sighed, and, in the manner of a seasoned detective, said earnestly:
"As a detective, you can't just focus on murder cases. Cracking down on Kid's methods is also an interesting thing. For example, in this notice, Kid wrote, 'I will walk there in the name of the wonder of the sea.' This sentence should contain the method he will use tonight."
Thank you [Bio-chan] for being the patron (ω)
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