Chapter 138: Prepare to Receive

The Poirot Café, located on the first floor of the Mori Detective Office at 5-chome, Beika-cho, Beika-shi, Tokyo, is doing extremely busy today.

A group of elementary school students on vacation in casual clothes pushed open the door of the cafe with familiarity. When they saw the waitress with her back to them, they shouted in unison: "Sister Xiaozi." *N

The waitress Azusa Enomoto turned around following the voice and found that it was a few young guys from the Junior Detective Team. She couldn't help but show them a happy smile, and then warmly greeted them: "Good morning, is everyone still the same today? Ayumi, do you want to try the new products in the store? They are delicious."

"Okay, I'll listen to Sister Xiaozi." Yoshida Ayumi nodded obediently and sat in the window seat with her companions.

Kawaii - Azusa Enomoto screamed in her heart, and then maintained her gentle older sister persona. She only gently rubbed Yoshida Ayumi's head, and paid special attention not to mess up the little girl's beautiful hairpin. After taking down the group's orders one by one, she quickly handed them to the bar and winked suggestively: "Amuro, this is for the children."

"Got it." The dark-skinned handsome man Toru Amuro wearing an apron took the order from Azusa Enomoto, smiled and made an OK gesture, indicating that he would let the children cut in line, then turned around and continued to work.

All of Amuro Toru's behaviors were the same as usual, but some small movements that shouldn't have happened made Kudo Shinichi, who had shrunk his body and changed his name to Edogawa Conan, squint his eyes. He thought: Mr. Amuro's mood today seems to be different from usual, and he seems a little impatient.

Before the curious elementary school student Conan Edogawa could think of a way to go over and ask questions, he saw Toru Amuro walking quickly towards the back door. The noisy voices in the cafe made it difficult for him to hear Toru Amuro's voice.

Conan Edogawa's detective instinct almost immediately took effect. He suddenly jumped up from his seat, said "I'm going to the bathroom" and disappeared in a flash, leaving his friends from the Boy Detective Team who had not yet reacted looking at each other in bewilderment.

But when Conan Edogawa used his not-so-useful short legs to catch up, he could not find Toru Amuro anywhere near the open back door.

Amuro Toru, who had come out to answer the phone, had been on guard against Conan's tracking, so he deliberately walked away and found a blind spot to hide. He then took out his phone and answered it calmly. When he heard a familiar voice, he asked in a deep voice, "Kazami, what's the result?"

"Uh..." Kazami Yuya was choked by Amuro Toru's straightforward words. He successfully held back his polite greeting and was forced to speak briefly: "The news is true, but the superior refused to tell the true identity of the brother department. My confidentiality level is not high enough."

Upon hearing this, Toru Amuro murmured thoughtfully: "A brother department with an insufficient level of confidentiality? Could it be..." the legendary supernatural secret service department? In this case, it is normal that Kazami's level is not high enough. The supernatural secret service department is directly under the cabinet and has a very special status in the country. Only when you reach a certain level will you know of their existence.

If the news came from them, everything would make sense. Maybe the Special Agents Department accidentally got the Black Organization's movement through some special ability and notified other departments on purpose. The fake Bourbon Amuro Toru and the real public security policeman Furuya Rei thought so with their passion still extinguished.

Yuya Kazami on the other end of the line pricked up his ears, but unfortunately he still didn't hear the rest. He couldn't help but ask anxiously, "What is it? Amuro, do you know?"

Amuro Toru did not tell Kazami Yuya about his guess. He looked down at the time and found that he had been out for nearly three minutes. If he didn't go back, the little detective would catch up with him. So he said, "Nothing, don't ask. Your confidentiality level is not high enough."

The simplest and most effective sentence successfully made Feng Jianyuya shut up. He didn't dare to ask any more questions for fear of violating discipline.

"That's it. I'm hanging up first." After saying that, Toru Amuro hung up the phone, glanced calmly at the alley, and then went to the convenience store to buy a seasoning that the kitchen was missing. Then he returned the same way and went back to the kitchen in a low-key manner through the open back door.

The whole process hardly attracted the attention of other people, except for Conan Edogawa who entered the cafe again from the front, panting.

He just followed the trail but lost the person halfway. He had no choice but to try circling around a few times. Finally, he heard Mr. Amuro's voice in a remote corner. Edogawa Conan, who was eavesdropping, only vaguely heard the words "the confidentiality level is not high enough" and that was all.

Hearing that Toru Amuro seemed to want to hang up the phone, Conan Edogawa was startled and once again stood up his shrunken legs and quickly left the eavesdropping scene, regretting in his heart that he was a step too late and did not hear the most important part of the news from Mr. Amuro.

Toru Amuro, who was too lazy to expose Conan Edogawa's eavesdropping: ...Should I still thank you?

Not to mention the battle of wits and courage between Toru Amuro and Conan Edogawa, the "Watered Brewery Golden Cicada Escape Plan" personally promoted by Gin, the second-in-command of the Black Organization, is in a very good situation. In addition, the special forces department operating on the mainland are secretly instigating and most of the undercover agents have been successfully misled and focused their attention on the unnecessary big plan.

Only a few people still had doubts. Apart from Toru Amuro, who had just been led into a ditch by his cheating boss, Vermouth, who had always been able to get along with everyone, also became suspicious.

The reason why Bermode was suspicious was very simple. After all, she was the third in command of the organization. Now that things were clearly not right, she had not received any message from the boss. This development was too abnormal. @

Eliminating all impossible factors, Vermouth quickly identified the mastermind behind this incident. It was obviously the only person who was behind the scenes, the hateful man Gin who had been suppressing her ever since she got a new boss.

Douma: So... is there a possibility that I simply forgot about you, Bei Jie?

So, after completing the preliminary work for the 'Water-Blending Brewery Golden Cicada Shell Removal Plan', Douma finally became the hands-off manager again, leaving all the subsequent finishing work to the capable Gin. His leisurely life was interrupted by a sudden phone call.

"Moshi Moshi." Douma picked up the phone casually without checking the caller ID. The result was that he was startled by a strange yet slightly familiar female voice.

After hearing the boss' voice coming from the microphone, Bermode straightened her back even more, even though the boss couldn't see her at all. Then she tentatively said, "Boss, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I have something very important to report to you."

"Important things? What are they?" Douma asked Sister Bei, the famous traitor, curiously, while glancing at Mori Oo who pretended to have his back turned but was actually listening with his ear to the side. As a cannibal's hearing ability, the voice on the other end of the phone could not escape the other's ears when they were in the same room.

It was also at this moment that Douma finally realized that he shouldn't take the easy way out and just keep Morioga by his side to watch over him. There was a reason why a leader had his own office.

Fortunately, this call was not so important that he had to avoid Mori Owl on purpose. Anyway, when the dust settled, the secret of the Black Organization that had once fallen into his hands would be gone forever. Although there was no need to keep this secret.

After realizing this, Douma withdrew his gaze and listened patiently to Vermouth's small report (crossed out).

"Boss, there have been some unusual developments within the organization recently. I would like to presumptuously ask you if you are aware of Gin's actions behind your back." Vermouth's question was quite sharp, and he almost pointed out on the spot that Gin had evil intentions and dared to do something behind his boss's back.

The repeated changes in stance have no effect on the competition between Vermouth and Gin for the boss's attention. No matter when and where, it is always very important to establish status and class.

Knowing this well, Vermouth was so nervous that his palms were sweating while waiting for his boss's reply. His soft, white palms were smooth, but he held the phone firmly in his hands, with his eyes clearly revealing his ambition and expectation.

After listening to Vermouth's report (crossed out), Douma suddenly remembered that he had forgotten that he should have told Vermouth about this matter in advance. If she noticed something was wrong and secretly gave Conan the clues, it would be very bad.

Thinking of this, Douma said in a serious manner: "Didn't Gin tell you about the organization's new plan? I asked him to convey this to you before, but he may have been too busy and forgot."

Of course the blame must be thrown to the subordinates. Douma was unjustified but pushed the responsibility to the capable Gin. I think with Gin's ability, even if Vermouth went back to find a chance to test him, Gin would definitely be able to take the blame smoothly.

Tong Xiaomo, who has gradually become disdainful since he became the boss, does not feel that any burden has fallen on him. After all, he has long ceased to be a human being.

The former scumbag leader and current scumbag secretary, Mori Ogai, quickly grasped the key points of Douma's words: the organization's new plan... Gin... unusual internal trends... and so on.

After realizing the meaning of this, Mori Ogai couldn't help but see his pupils tremble. When did Douma become the boss of the Black Organization without telling him? Or was Douma himself the mysterious boss of the Black Organization from the beginning? What was his purpose in joining the Port Mafia? Was he planning to completely annex the Port Mafia?

A series of question marks impacted Mori Ouma's mind, and also impacted Douma who deliberately turned on his mind-reading ability: ...Mr. Mori's inner world is so noisy.

Douma had it all to himself this time, and could only deal with Vermouth with his constant noisy voice. When he hung up the phone, he was almost drowned by the endless weird questions in Mori Ogai's mind, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Mori, get ready to receive the core members of the Black Organization and their laboratory."

The conspiracy theory came to an abrupt end. Mori Oogai: Huh?