Chapters 3569 and 3581 [Hurry up and write!]
"Ms. Judy, you must have heard of 'Kamen Rider,' right?" Sonoko Suzuki cheerfully explained this popular anime to her foreign friend.
"Although it's for children, it's a representative work of our region. For a foreigner like you, the figurine will definitely be a very meaningful keepsake!"
"Also, the character in this figure is 'Assault Captain' from Kamen Rider, a very capable and righteous police officer! — You were kidnapped by a group of outlaws the other day, so Xiaolan and I specially chose this police officer figure as a talisman for you. With it, those criminals will definitely not dare to come near you again!"
After a brief silence, Judy pinched the miniature "police officer" between two fingers, trying to keep smiling.
—Frankly, those cops were just as troublesome as the criminals. So forget about accepting the gift; she just wanted to yell and throw it out the window, hoping to get rid of all the annoying cases and those pesky organization members…
Her fingers trembled for a moment, but finally, under James's watchful gaze from behind the door, Judy managed to suppress her desire and placed the figurine on the bedside table: "Thank you, I really like it."
Sonoko Suzuki didn't notice anything amiss. She waved her hand casually and said, "I'm glad you like it! This visit was rather rushed. When you return to your country, I'll give you a figure set."
Beside her, Ran Mouri secretly observed the foreign teacher on the hospital bed, her eyes silently becoming wary.
"As expected, Ms. Judy doesn't really like this figure, or to put it more bluntly, she's annoyed by it... So, what is she annoyed by, the figure itself, or the character it represents—a police officer?"
So here's the question: what kind of person would hate the police so much that they wouldn't even let go of a small figurine?
An answer quietly surfaced in Ran Mouri's mind—outlaws.
"Could it be that Ms. Judy really..."
A high school girl's thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.
Beside her, Judy inexplicably shivered.
She pulled the blanket tighter, finally remembering the important matter. Recalling the conversation James had recounted, the FBI agent looked at the students and said bluntly:
"I'm sorry, I've never revealed my true identity. I am actually a member of the FBI."
"The Federal Bureau of Investigation?" Sonoko Suzuki touched her chin, still a little confused. "That name sounds strangely familiar... So, teacher, your job is to investigate the federal government?"
Judy: "...?"
Jiang Xia glanced at Judy, whose eyes were twitching but who wasn't showing any murderous intent, sighed in disappointment, and then whispered a reminder: "FBI, Sonoko, she's talking about the FBI."
"FBI?!!" Upon hearing this abbreviation frequently seen in movies and TV shows, Sonoko Suzuki finally realized what was going on, and her voice suddenly rose excitedly, "Really?! Teacher, you're not filming a TV show, are you?"
As she spoke, she looked around, trying to find a camera. However, she didn't find any such equipment, but she did see an elderly man in a black suit with gray hair standing silently behind the ward door.
Sonoko Suzuki was startled: "Who are you?! Wait, I think I've seen you before, let me think... Oh right, you're that old man who was kidnapped near the circus! -- What are you doing here? Are you Ms. Judy's bodyguard? But as a bodyguard, aren't you a bit too old..."
James's brow twitched as he watched this high school girl who spoke her mind without thinking.
Normally, as the head of the FBI, he should indeed be hiding behind the scenes, not appearing here.
But now... he was really worried that Judy might blurt out something she shouldn't have when facing those high school students, especially the overly perceptive Jiang Xia.
So he had to overcome his pride and common sense, and personally stand behind the door like a bodyguard, in a position where he could rush up and cover Judy's mouth at any moment, alert and ready to act.
Just as he was secretly lamenting his own and his fellow FBI agents' predicament, the imaginative high school girl opposite him seemed to have discovered something else.
Sonoko Suzuki looked at James, then at Judy, her gaze becoming puzzled: "You've been kidnapped, and so has Ms. Judy... Aren't you the FBI? Why are you being kidnapped every day? This isn't like what's shown on TV—shouldn't you be the ones kidnapping or rescuing the hostages?"
Two FBI agents: "..."
The already subdued atmosphere suddenly became indescribably awkward.
Conan looked left and right, cleared his throat, and broke the silence, pushing the conversation forward: "So, Ms. Judy, since you're an FBI agent, why did you go to a school in Tokyo to teach English?"
This was a rhetorical question, but Conan had no choice but to ask it.
"Yesterday morning, the real Dr. Araide mentioned the stage, and it was this group of FBI agents who told him about these things..."
"In other words, Ms. Judy and this foreign old man named James may know about the existence of that mysterious executive in the Black Organization and have some understanding of that person."
"If we let the conversation stall here, I won't be able to get the questions I want to know. We have to keep talking..."
On the hospital bed.
Ms. Judy was unaware of the fake elementary school student's true intentions. She merely glanced at Conan with slight surprise: "You're quite easy to deal with this time, unlike before..."
James: "Ahem!"
Upon hearing the agreed-upon signal, Judy snapped back to reality, realizing she had inadvertently veered off-topic.
She quickly smiled and answered Conan's question: "Actually, before coming to Tokyo, Mr. James and I were chasing a vicious criminal, but during the chase, we accidentally let him escape."
"So my boss gave me a break and let me rest for a while. I didn't know where to go for a moment, and then I remembered the fighting games I really like, so I thought I'd go and see where they came from."
“As for this Mr. James,” Judy said, looking at her boss standing behind the door, “he has been to many countries, but he hasn’t been to Tokyo much, so when I suggested it, he came along.”
As Ran Mouri listened to these words, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
When she heard that Ms. Judy was actually an FBI agent, she breathed a slight sigh of relief—for secret agents, taking photos secretly must be commonplace. In that case, while it still seemed odd that Ms. Judy had their photos hidden in her house, it wasn't exactly perverse.
But now... the situation is not like that at all?
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