There is a study in the villa, and they both know that neither of them is loyal to the organization.
I remained silent and took a quick look at the contents of the USB drive on my computer.
Unfortunately, there is only a meaningless video. The whole five minutes are empty and the camera is shaking, which makes people suspect that this was taken by the photographer when he was drunk.
Toru Amuro kept dragging the progress bar to the beginning without giving up, watching it over and over again with a gloomy face.
Qichuan Yuan squatted on the ground for a while, his legs were a little numb. He stood up and yawned lazily, not intending to waste time here. "You continue your research, I'm leaving first. Don't forget what you promised me."
Amuro Toru: “..Got it.”
How is it possible that there is nothing!
So what exactly does the Boss want them to find?
At this moment, his cell phone rang. It was a message from Bermode.
[Mission accomplished, retreat.]
Toru Amuro stared coldly at the computer, the camera still shaking.
He unplugged the USB drive and stood by the computer for a long time without moving.
The first thought was that he had been fooled.
But he was alert and quickly realized that he was suspected.
Why? Bermode didn't reveal any information about the mission, nor did she take any action. Why was the mission suddenly completed? Why did the organization suddenly suspect him? Did he miss something recently?
His eyes were dark and he quickly sent an email to Kazami, then cleared the data and packed up everything before walking out of the study.
Everyone gathered in the living room.
The brown-haired waitress appeared in front of them again, standing motionless in front of the table with a carefully designed smile on her face. Only the occasional blink of her eyes proved that she was alive.
After the last person sat down, the brown-haired lady bowed to everyone like a fully charged robot, "Hello, guests."
"The treasures left by the master have been taken away. The remaining half day has passed. Please leave, distinguished guests."
The treasure was taken away?
Conan suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Sugawa Gen, his eyes full of curiosity.
Qichuan Yuan shook his head.
It wasn't him, he found it, but Toru Amuro took it away.
Bermode raised an eyebrow, "Who took the treasure?"
Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Vermouth who looked nonchalant, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." The brown-haired waitress said without much apology in her tone, "In order to ensure the safety of our guests, we have the right to remain silent."
The brown-haired waitress bowed again and began to see the guests off: "Have a safe trip, everyone."
"Have a safe trip, everyone." The black-haired twin waitresses who appeared out of nowhere also bent their waists and said in unison.
No matter how many times I watch it, it still gives me chills.
Maori Kogoro lit a cigarette and picked up his suit jacket, not wanting to leave. "Let's go. It's really a waste of time. I might as well drink at home."
Others did not hesitate much either. If they did not have a purpose, no one would want to come to such a weird place.
However, after hesitating for a moment, Qichuan Yuan walked up to the brown-haired lady. The waitress tilted her head and nodded her eyes enthusiastically. This was the first change in her expression in the past two days.
Her voice was strangely soft: "What's wrong? Do you need any help?"
"I would like to ask who painted the paintings in the villa."
She regained her calm smile and said, "He is a painter hired by the master."
"Everything?"
She paused, her eyes were cold for a moment, looking at the boy in front of her as if she were a dead person, and then her attitude became more enthusiastic, "Of course not, one of them was made by the owner himself."
"Your master Qichuan Yuan's voice was a little hoarse. He swallowed those inquiries that shouldn't appear, "Can you tell me your master's contact information?"
"You go back..." Noticing that Sugawa Gen had left the team, Matsuda Jinpei quickly chased back and saw the man coming out holding a painting. He took the painting and said helplessly, "You went back just for this painting?"
He had never been to an art gallery, and only after turning the portrait over did he realize that it was a portrait of Gen Sikawa.
Matsuda Jinpei was stunned, "Is this you?"
Matsuda Jinpei felt something was wrong. "That's strange. Why is there a portrait of you here?"
Haha, more than that, all the portraits are of me. Qichuan Yuan laughed dryly in his heart.
"Maybe someone accidentally took a photo of it."
"Oh." Matsuda Jinpei reluctantly accepted the explanation and frowned again, "Why is it on fire?"
Qichuan Yuan chuckled: "Who knows, maybe someone accidentally set something on fire."
Matsuda Jinpei looked away thoughtfully, then looked at the smiling Sugawa Gen and raised his eyebrows, "Are you in a good mood?"
"Not bad." Sugawa Gen avoided the topic, "Are you going back to have dinner with Jingguang?"
Matsuda Jinpei sighed and stopped asking, "I would like to, but I have already used up all my vacation time to accompany you here. You guys go ahead and we'll talk next time."
"Can you tell me your master's contact information?"
To be honest, when Qichuan Yuan asked this question, he was ready to be rejected. But the brown-haired waitress did not answer directly. She just thought for a while and then said, "I'm sorry, I don't know the master's contact information either."
"Okay." Qichuan Gen was a little disappointed, but he couldn't hide his joy. This meant that his mother might really still be alive.
"But you can take any painting with you," the brown-haired waitress said with a smile.
What a good thing!
Qichuan Yuan's eyes lit up and he immediately mentioned his mother's painting.
The brown-haired waitress handed him the portrait and watched him walk out of the villa.
After a long moment, she seemed to say something, light and faint, which then disappeared into the wind.
But the shape of his mouth seemed to be saying, "Young Master, have a safe journey."