Chapter 125 Past Events in a Foreign Country

This matter is likely to involve the organization. Edogawa Conan did not tell anyone else, but after dinner he privately consulted with Tsukiyama Asari, trying to guess where the information that might be beneficial to them is hidden.

Haibara Ai had previously said that she did not want to participate in their guessing game, and did not intend to reveal her identity in front of Tsukiyama Asari. She went to the third floor to slowly look for possible treasure hiding mechanisms.

"Hmm..." The little detective was frowning in the room, his black hair was messed up by himself, and it looked a little better. Tsukiyama Asari laughed at his look of being almost broken, and secretly asked the people who had already got off the plane to come over quickly.

I still feel a little dizzy, I don't know what happened to the bottle of coffee I exchanged last night... Wait.

The smile on the black-haired man's face froze, and he quickly opened the system page and turned to the previous comics. His eyes fell on the can of stuff that Edogawa Conan kicked away, and he almost couldn't keep his expression.

His deluxe energy potion, which relieved fatigue and pain at once, was a magical item with no other problems except that it had big side effects and was a bit expensive. It was launched by a little detective like a football and broke into pieces on the ground.

Emphasis: expensive.

Tsukiyama Asari felt that a materialized tic-tac-toe was about to appear above his head. He clenched and unclenched his fists, and repeated this several times before finally sighing and accepting the fact that he had scored points.

Forget it, just take it as the price for sleeping in the car and making the little boy so anxious.

Conan Edogawa didn't know that his head was almost hit by his brother's fist just now. He calmly thought about the possible hiding place of the information. He recalled that a few days ago in the dilapidated old house, he finally took a breath from the high-intensity training and asked the man in the wheelchair.

"How did the teacher analyze so many details through a photo that day?"

Suemitsu Sosuke was silent for a moment, put down the recording board in his hand, and once again stopped the other party from trying to take a sneak peek, "Pay attention to details, a photo can reveal a lot of information. Also, pretend that you are the murderer."

If I were Hiroshi Hanedani, where would I put such important information?

It can't be a place known to the organization, such as that narrow secret room. This thing is my amulet. It must be a place that only I can access and only I know.

Edogawa Conan closed his eyes, his eyebrows locked together.

What kind of person is Hiroshi Hanedani, a person who can do such a thing as testing drugs on children... Cruel, selfish, and cherishing his life, he would not put such a life-threatening thing in the courtyard outside the villa, nor would he hide it in a public space.

It must be a place he can always pay attention to.

Bedroom, or study?

The boy tried hard to turn himself into the philanthropist who had long since rotted in the soil.

...The study is connected to my secret, a secret known to the organization. Only the information in my hands can ensure that they will not suddenly take my life one day. Where should I hide this information, the study? No, it's too far away from me. Before going to sleep every night, will I feel at ease when I think of the life-saving amulet next door?

It would be best if it is in a place where I can find it even if someone tries to steal it while I am asleep.

Edogawa Conan opened his eyes and quickly locked onto an answer. He ran to the second floor in a few steps, not forgetting to wave to Tsukiyama Choari who also had a thoughtful expression.

"Brother Choari, come and help me!"

The two walked into the master bedroom that had not been visited by anyone for more than 30 years. Tsukiyama Choari helped the boy push the heavy wooden bed in the bedroom to the side, revealing a carpet underneath that was different in color from other places.

Edogawa Conan pulled open the carpet, but did not find any traces of any mechanism on the wooden floor. He touched the entire area and couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't find it?" asked the black-haired man, and got a somewhat depressed response from the little boy. He rubbed his chin with his fingers, "If I hide it under the bed, it always feels like something is wrong."

"Under the bed is not a good place to hide things."

A slightly hoarse male voice came from behind. Edogawa Conan turned his head and met a pair of dark red eyes. He jumped up from the ground like a cat with its fur standing on end. If Tsukiyama Asari hadn't quickly cushioned him from behind, the boy's round head would have come into close contact with the edge of the bed.

"Teacher Moguang?!"

"Yes, it's me."

The man with dark red eyes seemed to have changed into a new wheelchair. The wheelchair he was sitting on looked much sturdier than the ordinary model before, and the metal surface was coated with a layer of luster. He had not worn gloves since he got off the cruise ship, but he was still wearing a loose black coat. He looked better than before, but compared with a normal person, he still exuded an obvious sickness, and his exposed hands and feet were still thin.

Unlike the boy's astonishment, Suemitsu Sosuke didn't have any other expression. He just carefully looked around the room that the two of them had turned into a mess, then slowly raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking for?" "

A document."

Edogawa Conan said, he walked over and put his hand on the armrest of the man's wheelchair, impatiently pouring out a bunch of questions, "When did Teacher Suemitsu come? Did you come by car? How did you know I..."

Suemitsu Sosuke tapped the boy's forehead with his finger to stop him from asking endless questions, "You talk too much, little detective."

The boy, who was scolded by the teacher, pursed his lips instantly, blocked all the words in his throat, and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

Tsukiyama Asari, who was watching this scene on the side, felt amused. In front of him, Edogawa Conan could act coquettishly and ask all kinds of questions, but in front of Suemitsu, he was like a cat with its tail pinched. He was really like the noisy student in school who was afraid of the homeroom teacher.

"Arrived this morning." The man who had said he would come a day later but showed up after everything was done looked at him for a moment, then explained righteously, "I went to get a wheelchair and was delayed for a day."

Edogawa Conan did not bother about the time when he came, but was instantly distracted by this sentence. He looked down at the obviously customized metal wheelchair, and remembered that when they first met, he knocked the human trafficker to the ground and then let the wheelchair surface lower so that he could sit back again, and his eyes widened in understanding.

With these designs, daily life should be much more convenient.

The boy then turned his attention back to the things still hidden in the villa, "...Why isn't under the bed a good place to hide things?"

"It's troublesome to move a bed like this."

After saying this, Suemitsu Sosuke stopped talking and just waited for the other party to figure it out himself.

But isn't it because it's troublesome to move the bed that it's safer to hide things underneath... Conan Edogawa's eyes lit up.

Wouldn't it be troublesome if he wanted to run away with the data? A place that only he can find and easily take...

He suddenly remembered that when he was tied up on that narrow iron bed by Haibara Ai in the morning, he tilted his head and saw the wall that only the person lying on the bed could see, and the densely packed words on it.

Conan Edogawa quickly pushed the bed back to its original position with the help of Tsukiyama Asari, and lay down on it without paying attention to the dust on it. After placing his head on the pillow in the middle, he opened his eyes and searched around carefully.

... Found it!

The password was still the name of the drug that made people uncomfortable to think about. When the boy finally took out the small USB flash drive, Suemitsu Sosuke had already found a very thin laptop.

He took the USB flash drive handed to him and plugged it into the computer. His fingers flexibly hit the keyboard. After ten minutes, he finally converted the garbled characters on the screen into text. After reading it quickly, the man showed his first relaxed smile of the day.

"Is it the drug information?" Edogawa Conan asked. He couldn't see the information on it from his angle.

"It's much more useful than that, little detective." Suemitsu Sosuke looked at his impatient look and did not hide anything. He turned the screen around to show it to Edogawa Conan, "This is the location of the laboratory."

There are laboratories in both Japan and the United States, and some have even developed into familiar pharmaceutical companies. Edogawa Conan looked through the information carefully and his eyes lit up, "That is to say..." "

That is to say, both the Public Security Bureau and the FBI will be busy this time."

This sentence reminded Suemitsu Sosuke himself that after Maori Kogoro called the police, the people who came would probably be just ordinary policemen, and it was impossible to hand over the information related to the organization directly to the other party. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, rummaged for a long time before finding a phone. While waiting for the other party to answer, he looked at Edogawa Conan's excited expression and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​teasing him, "I just chatted with Miss Maori Ran downstairs."

"......Hmm?"

Not understanding why the topic would be brought up to this matter, Edogawa Conan raised his head hesitantly, and in his peripheral vision he saw Tsukiyama Asari, who had not spoken much, showing a familiar smile.

The last time he saw this smile was before he was grabbed and scolded by Mori Ran.

Suddenly he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Suemitsu Sosuke narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in his dark red pupils. His fingers tapped the metal surface of the wheelchair armrests, and the small collision sound echoed in the quiet room, "Do you mind telling me in detail about a person's heroic behavior, little detective?"

"......Mr. Suemitsu——" Edogawa Conan, who was surrounded by the fear of "extra training", cried miserably.

Tsukiyama's shoulders were shaking with laughter. There was no connection between liking this little brother and liking to see him lose his temper. He even took out his phone in front of the little boy and took several photos of him looking depressed. When the boy turned around in anger, he held the phone above his head and refused to let him get it.

It was the police who rushed over at full speed that helped Edogawa Conan escape from the "clutches" of the two men.

The skeletons in the room were carefully put in body bags and taken away. The dozen girls who had been trapped here for more than 30 years finally got rid of their cages, and the fire and cold coffins would put an end to their unstable lives.

The police who came made the sign of the cross at the slowly driving away transport truck, and their tone was heavy when they asked Kogoro Mori about the situation. However, Yusachiko Mori's expression was relaxed when she was handcuffed, and there was even a genuine smile in her eyes, as if she was very satisfied that she could finally get rid of the sin of killing her relatives.

When she was about to be taken into the car, the woman turned around. Her face, which was full of traces of harshness, was blurred by the sunlight, but it seemed gentle. Her eyes fell on the face of the famous detective who solved the case, and she said sincerely, "Thank you, famous detective."

"Ah...oh." Maori Kogoro shook his head, not understanding why the other party thanked him, while Edogawa Conan, who knew everything, stood silently by the side, and saw the shadow of another man who was also unfamiliar to him in the woman.

Maybe this is a good ending for her.

The boy sighed, and after everything was finally settled, he returned to the living room and handed the USB flash drive to the FBI agent who came in plain clothes in a corner where no one noticed.

The visitor didn't know the reason, he only knew that his boss suddenly asked him to go to the famous haunted villa in the local area. After arriving, someone would hand him a very important document. But he didn't expect that it would be a child who looked no more than first grade in elementary school.

"That's amazing." The blond-haired and blue-eyed agent exclaimed. He took the USB flash drive from the boy and kept his attention on the policemen who were rushing outside. "I didn't expect that such a big case was still uncovered by you. You are worthy of the famous Mr. Maori... To be honest, I have often heard of his name in the United States."

As he said this, the agent named Benson bent down and met Conan Edogawa's eyes. "The little boy is also very amazing. In a dozen years, he will become a figure as amazing as Mr. Maori. Maybe he will even become a Japanese policeman? Speaking of which, I once saw one..."

He was not very sensitive to the facial features of Oriental people. To be honest, they did look somewhat similar, probably because he had seen them less often.

"It seems like he is the captain of an action team. He is really a powerful guy. Even Jasper, the strongest man in our team, got some good things from him."

At that time, Benson was still a rookie agent who had just joined the industry. The most he did in this cooperation was to serve tea and water. He had contact with elites from various countries, but that was all. He had forgotten the faces of many of them.

However, there are always some people who are too dazzling and high-spirited who will leave a deep mark in other people's memories, so much so that after a few years, there are still traces left.

"He has black hair like you... ah, sorry, you Orientals all have black hair." After saying this, Benson also realized something, embarrassedly smoothed his light blond hair with his hands, but still had a bright smile on his face.

"I can't remember his appearance clearly...even his name, his teammates seem to prefer to call him captain, is this also a habit in your Orientals?"

It seems that he is now calling his leader by his name. Benson was thinking in his heart, because the child in front of him, who was somewhat similar to the man in his memory, opened the conversation.

However, the deputy captain kept calling that man's name. He remembered that he had seen two people quarreling when he went to deliver the data.

Looking back now, it was really an embarrassing scene.

Neither of them noticed the FBI agent holding the documents outside the door, trembling and arguing in Japanese, which Benson couldn't understand. It wasn't until the deputy captain angrily threw the cigarette box that obviously didn't belong to him on the ground and came out with an ashtray filled with cigarette butts in just one day that the two noticed someone outside the door.

The emotional and angry voice was also said in Japanese. Benson could only barely hear the words at the time, and guessed from the expressions of the two that it should be the name of the captain sitting at the desk.

I didn't hear the name clearly at the time, and now I only have a vague impression of it.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Anyway, he is a very powerful person, you should..."

"That's my teacher." Edogawa Conan was silent at first, and then he looked up and responded, his eyes full of seriousness.

It's not because of anything else, it seems that he just wants such a person to be remembered by others, so he wants to emphasize that he is his teacher and the person who left a trace in his memory. Benson said nostalgic words to a child he just met, probably for the same purpose.

After hearing the boy's words, Benson's eyes lit up, he laughed and patted the boy's shoulder, "I said, a cool boy who behaves like a hero must have a very powerful teacher, I didn't expect it to be him, it's really a coincidence. I don't know if there will be a day when you surpass him."

"Yes." Another voice responded to him on behalf of the boy in front of him.

Benson just realized that when he was talking a little bit, another person had come to his side. He looked up a little bit dully. The man who pushed the wheelchair in front of the two of them put his hand on the shoulder of the boy who looked a little upset, and his tone was very firm.

Edogawa Conan turned his head to look at him, his lips trembling but unable to speak, and then he just reached out to hold the man's cold wheelchair armrest.

"Mr. Suemitsu..."

Only then did the boy realize that because of the man's "I will", his eyes widened, and his blue round eyes were full of surprise.

Suemitsu Sosuke seemed to be unaware of how much shock this answer caused to his students. He met Agent Benson's somewhat dazed gaze and nodded slightly in greeting.

The blond agent didn't recognize the man in front of him, but he felt that he looked familiar. He quickly stood up and shook hands with the other party. After the two chatted casually for a few words, the man asked, "Do you also know the teacher of this cool boy?"

Edogawa Conan was about to say something but was interrupted by Suemikatsu Sosuke. The man said in a relaxed tone, "I know him."

"That's great. I still want to ask how he is doing." Benson touched his hair, feeling a little embarrassed. "This is the issue we are concerned about in our industry... Every time I hear news about someone I know, I want to ask how he

is doing. Although I haven't seen him for a long time, I don't even remember his appearance and name, haha... In fact, he may not even remember me, a clumsy little agent, but I still want to know how he is doing now. It would be great if he is safe and sound."

"He's fine." Suemitsu Sosuke raised his head, met the other's gaze with his dark red eyes, and added at the end of the words, "He remembers you... an agent with a strong sense of responsibility and justice, but a little careless."

It turns out that this person is not as difficult to approach as he looks. Benson was a little dazed. He saw a layer of soft light in the dark red eyes of the black-haired man in front of him. He

looked familiar. He always felt familiar. Whether it was the face, the voice or the wide coat on his body, they were all familiar, but he couldn't remember. It seemed that his memory did not have a guy who could be equated with the frail man sitting in the wheelchair in front of him.

In the end, the agent, who had grown up a lot, just touched his hair and showed a silly smile that was inconsistent with his age, "Is that so? That's great."

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Half a month later.

Bourbon could feel the condensation atmosphere as soon as he stepped into the base. He suppressed other thoughts, put on a skilled smile, and walked towards the supply warehouse.

"What's going on? Gin's expression looks like his lover ran off with someone else."

Two unfamiliar guys were smoking at the door, with cigarette butts scattered all over the floor. When Bourbon came over, they looked over warily, fearing that the man they were discussing was the one who made people feel scared.

After discovering that the visitor was Bourbon, the two did not breathe a sigh of relief. Their eyes were still alert and dark, like mice in a ditch.

Bourbon didn't care about these. He took away the guns and bullets skillfully, and couldn't help curling his lips when he turned around.

That data is really useful. With the information on it, the United States and Japan have shut down countless large and small laboratories. Even Zhu Fu Jingguang has been so busy recently that he is dizzy.

This is really a happy overtime.

Bourbon had not yet been exposed to the drug-making aspect of the organization, and could not really know the importance of these laboratories. However, from Gin's murderous expression and Rum's rapid busyness, it was not difficult to guess how much the organization had paid.

Of course, he was also questioned, and there is still a long scar on his shoulder from the torture, but most of the responsibility for this mission was originally on Fangchuan Douji, an outsider who had died in the basement and was taken away by the FBI. He easily cleared himself of suspicion and came out of the interrogation room.

However, there is still a lot of follow-up work waiting for this undercover to deal with.

Let's not talk about Vermode for now. Jingguang must go and see Cointreau when he is free... And Tsukiyama Asari, to be honest, this man who holds three jobs has been absent from work for two weeks without asking for leave or receiving any resignation news.

It would be strange to continue to go to work as usual at this time, right?

The phone has received several messages of condolences from Mouri Ran and her friends, as well as regular guests. Enomoto Azusa calls one a day. If he doesn't show up, they will call the police.

Amuro Toru pinched the back of his neck in distress.

There are so many things to solve. By the way, is today the day that Jinpei Matsuda has made an appointment for Kasugawa Shugo to go for psychological counseling?

The blond man stood outside the base for a while, and decided to go home to change clothes, and then go to the hospital to see the colleague who did something worrying.

Behind him, deep in the base, the silver-haired man who made the members of the organization tremble with fear raised his gun, his eyes full of coldness.

He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and put the tip of his gun on the forehead of another person, "The organization does not keep waste. If I find out that you are just stalling for time..."

The man opposite him had gray hair, and a closer look revealed that it was black hair mixed with countless white hairs. Even with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, he still did not show the slightest fear on his face, "I'm sure that I can find a surviving subject... I've already found him, and one day I can..."

"Humph, don't waste your energy on such useless excuses, if there isn't one..." Gin fired a bullet to one side, and the experimenters who were trembling in a row beside him screamed instantly. One of the unlucky guys was hit by the bullet, and was looking at his bloody wound and screaming in pain.

"No. I will definitely bring him back."

The man insisted, his face was mostly covered by the white medical mask, only his eyes flashed with crazy emotions, "I will definitely bring back the perfect, surviving experimental subject."

Everyone was skeptical about the words of this "scientist" known for his madness. The probability that the experimental subject from more than ten years ago could survive was very slim. If it weren't for the fact that many laboratories were destroyed this time and a large amount of data was lost, no one would be willing to waste time looking for an experimental subject who was rescued more than ten years ago and had only a very small probability of being alive.

"Tsk."

Gin didn't want to waste any more words with others. He put the gun back on his waist and turned to leave. There were still many tasks waiting for him to deal with.

"I will definitely...find him..."

Recalling that conspicuous white hair, the man murmured, and showed a weird smile like the real mad scientist in the legend.

The boy walking in the hospital corridor stopped in his tracks, feeling cold for no reason.

When Tsukiyama Asari walked into the private ward on the top floor of the inpatient department with a lunch box, he also held a small stack of hot spring tickets to be given to others today.

The boy next to him was holding a portion of fresh-cut fruit that was obviously not enough for one person. His eye-catching white hair was tied behind his head with a thin hairband, revealing a slightly sharp jawline.

The eyes of passers-by fell on Fei Niao Mist vaguely, but no one knew how many of them contained malice and how many were scrutinizing and frightened.

Before meeting the fate that had already been predicted in the trailer...it's better to take a vacation.

Thinking of the date in the trailer, the boy put aside the chill that was obviously not a big deal. The afternoon sun stretched the boy's already thin figure, and the shadow fell on the ground and became a slender outline that was already somewhat deformed. The pigeons flying high outside the window and chasing and circling around a place were also enlarged.

Just looking at the shadow, it was like vultures greedily fighting around the already dry bones.

Tsukiyama walked to the door of the ward.

Kasugawa Shugo was pressed to the psychological counseling room by Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei on the left and right. It is estimated that he will be back soon, so he should wait in the ward for a while.

The man pushed open the door, and the next second he met a pair of familiar purple-gray eyes.

After kidnapping his boss, Toru Amuro, who had been absent from work for half a month, was sitting on a chair beside the bed, peeling the fruit in the fruit basket with a knife.

The half-peeled apple fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, as if it also felt the awkward atmosphere and tried to escape.

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[Foreign Past] chapter ends

The next chapter [Birds and Light]

is actually updated because I asked for leave (150° bow).

I asked for leave until May 31st, and resumed daily updates in June

In fact, my mental state has been a bit bad due to the lockdown for two months. In addition, I have been under high-intensity classes after compression recently. My computer is broken and cannot be repaired. I am really a bit overwhelmed now (lying down with my face covered).

Because my mentality is too bad, I have already arranged the outline but I just can't write it. I am stuck until the early morning and have to get up at 8 the next day. I feel sorry for the chapters I wrote recently and

everyone who As an author, I really want to write this article well and portray each character well, so that I can be worthy of everyone and the characters in the article. However, my recent mentality has affected this point. Every time I finish writing, I have to show it to my friends and revise it repeatedly, for fear that my mental state will affect the article.

I thought about it seriously yesterday and finally decided to take a leave, and add more updates today. [Foreign Past] is finished.

I will prepare for the exam and thesis before the end of the course on the 31st, adjust my mentality, and then come back to finish writing their stories.

I don’t know what else to say except sorry, I hope everyone is willing to wait for me to come back.

I will post a leave note

in the afternoon (I would like to say a big thank you to my wife Taotao and relatives and friends who tried their best to comfort me when I was in a state of panic, and also to everyone who likes this article.