Chapter 147 Everything is under control...
Nekono Ikuya glanced at Conan's figure as he quickly skated away, then walked straight to the motorcycle parked in a secluded spot without stopping.
He straddled the motorcycle, settling into a stable position. He pulled down his black motorcycle helmet, obscuring his calm black eyes and the unruly wolf tail at the back of his head.
Sitting on the motorcycle, Nekono Ikuya didn't rush to start the engine. Instead, he quickly swiped his finger across the dashboard screen in front of the motorcycle. After the fingerprint authentication was successful, the previously hidden tracking interface was revealed.
On the screen, a flashing dot of light is moving at a constant speed northeast along the city road; that is the real-time location of Amuro Toru's white Mazda.
Of course, Nekono Ikuya didn't use a locator that was prone to risks. He used software written by Hiroki to temporarily hack into the road surveillance in this area and mobilized the Nekono Group's satellites.
Technology can be quite useful sometimes, can't it?
Nekono Ikuya chuckled softly, slowly starting the motorcycle. The engine roared low, and the wind whistled past the sides of her helmet.
He calmly gazed at the tracking interface flashing with lights, gradually deducing Vermouth's possible destination based on Mazda's driving route.
Nekono Ikuya wasn't involved in last night's chase, but that didn't stop him from knowing what happened last night.
Curaçao infiltrated the police department and stole the list of undercover agents; his current whereabouts are unknown.
He also knew that Rum, that impatient fellow, had already taken action without hesitation.
According to Nekono Ikuya's intelligence, in less than a day, many members on the list had been assassinated on the orders of the second-in-command, Rum. This purge of the organization is still ongoing.
Ah, Rum, he's so impatient.
Amuro Tooru's name is on the list.
Bourbon was just taken away at gunpoint by Vermouth.
But Nekono Ikuya wasn't in a hurry.
Just like Conan, Nekono Ikuya, who was hiding in the shadows to be on the safe side and ready to support Amuro Tooru at any time, also heard their conversation.
Vermouth's attitude reassured him.
First, she came alone to take Bourbon away. If the organization truly suspected Bourbon's background and was determined to deal with this capable and dangerous individual, they would never have sent Vermouth alone. Not to mention other codenamed members, at least a few cannon fodder from the action team would have accompanied her.
No one could doubt Bourbon's intelligence capabilities, just as no one would question his honey tray. Bourbon was currently operating in Tokyo, and it would be difficult to keep the news of the police department's intrusion from him.
Sending Vermouth alone would not only make it easy for Bourbon to escape, but could also result in Vermouth's death.
But Ikuya Nekono observed that, apart from Vermouth and Bourbon, the most suspicious people in the vicinity were him and Conan.
Moreover, Vermouth contacted Bourbon by email to arrange a meeting, which was almost like informing Bourbon of her arrival in advance.
Amuro Tooru deliberately delayed for a while before arriving leisurely. Vermouth wasn't annoyed; she was still in the mood to watch the show and tease Bourbon about his love life.
Even the final act of pulling out a gun was because Bourbon was focused on something he shouldn't have, and it was more about diverting Bourbon's attention.
The gun was drawn on the spot; it wasn't prepared in advance. In the end, they even left in Bourbon's car.
Bourbon, with his keen intelligence, once discovered one of Vermouth's most closely guarded secrets. Taking this opportunity, he formed a precarious but cooperative relationship with her, where Vermouth would offer him some favors in matters that did not affect her core interests.
This was the hint Vermouth gave him.
Of course, this kind of "plastic" relationship is predicated on Bourbon being a pure member of the organization.
Vermouth's behavior at this point suggests that she does not believe Bourbon is truly an undercover agent.
Vermouth's thoughts often represented that man's thoughts as well...
With a slight upturn of his lips beneath his helmet, Nekono Yuuya twisted his wrist, instantly accelerating and abruptly turning left at the next intersection into a narrow alleyway for pedestrians and bicycles only.
From this point on, his and Amuro Tooru's routes were completely different.
Nekono Ikuya quickly constructed a 3D map of the area in his mind, preparing to take a shortcut. He had already determined their approximate destination.
Everything is under control.
Conan, riding his magical skateboard, sped all the way to Beika Central Park. Near the fountain, he immediately spotted Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta gathered around a bench, along with the "amnesiac older sister" they were surrounding.
This woman looked to be in her early twenties. She had unusually long silver hair that cascaded over her shoulders, making her complexion appear even paler.
What's even rarer are her eyes: her left eye is a clear light blue, while the iris and sclera of her right eye are very similar in color, making them appear transparent at first glance.
She was looking around blankly and somewhat warily, her face showing obvious confusion and unease. Her clothes were a little wrinkled and slightly worn, but the material and cut were not bad.
Conan continued to observe and noticed fresh abrasions on the other person's exposed palms and cheeks, as if they had fallen or bumped into something. She sat quietly on the bench, her hands unconsciously clasped together on her knees, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
When he arrived, Ayumi was putting a cute band-aid on her forehead, and the other person's gaze toward the children was gentle.
As soon as Conan appeared, the three children immediately surrounded him as if they had found their pillar of support.
"Conan, you've finally arrived."
"This is the older sister."
"She has abrasions on her body, and we are putting bandages on her."
While listening to Ayumi and the others' chatter, Conan carefully observed the woman. She did indeed seem to have memory problems, feeling unfamiliar with her surroundings and completely clueless about her own identity.
"Sister, do you still remember your name?" Conan asked, looking up at her.
The woman shook her head slightly, her brows furrowed, her voice hesitant and apologetic: "I'm sorry, I don't remember... I can't seem to recall anything." She subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips touching the cartoon band-aid on her forehead, her movements somewhat awkward.
Conan then looked at the five-color cards and the cell phone placed to the side.
"Was this found on you? Can you open it and take a look? Maybe there are photos or contacts inside that can help you."
He pointed to his phone.
The woman picked up her phone and tried pressing the power button a few times, but the screen did not respond.
"My phone won't turn on either," she said, somewhat frustrated.
"May I take a look?" Conan asked politely.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then noticed the bright-eyed Ayumi and the others around her. Her wariness seemed to melt away a little. She nodded gently and handed the shattered phone to Conan: "Okay."
Conan moved closer and his nose keenly detected a very faint smell of gasoline.
Then I looked at the shattered phone.
The glass shards in the gaps didn't just come from phone screens, but also from car windshields.
“Sister, your amnesia may be because you were in a traffic accident and your head was hit. You were either thrown out or left the scene of the accident on your own and then wandered here in a daze.”
"Then, what do we do now?" Ayumi asked worriedly. "Should we take the older sister to the hospital? Or should we call the police first?"
"Don't call the police!" the silver-haired woman said instinctively, her pupils shrinking.
But after saying it, I felt a little lost.
As expected! Conan thought to himself, but seeing the other person's reaction, he knew that he couldn't get anything out of her at all.
Does she have a subconscious aversion to the police? This makes her identity before her amnesia questionable.
There was indeed a car accident on the overpass yesterday, but it was not a simple accident.
"Then let's not call the police." Yeah, right, he could just go to Akashi-nii.
Conan smiled and said, "However, perhaps we can try other methods first."
He shook the broken phone in his hand: "Maybe it has my sister's family or friends' contact information saved on it! It's a pity it's broken."
"Ah, right." Mitsuhiko clapped his hands. "We can go find Professor Agasa. He's very capable; he'll definitely have a way to fix this phone."
"Yeah, yeah, Professor Agasa can fix everything!" Ayumi and Genta exclaimed excitedly.
Conan nodded; this suited him perfectly. He turned to the silver-haired woman and said in a reassuring tone, "Sister, Professor Agasa is a very talented and kind inventor we know. He might be able to fix your phone so we can contact your family. What do you think?"
The silver-haired woman looked at the kind-hearted children in front of her, then at the shattered phone in Conan's hand. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly nodded and said softly, "...Okay, thank you."
As she spoke, she covered her forehead in pain.
"Big sister, it's okay. Don't worry about it if you can't remember. We'll do our best to help you find out." Ayumi quickly comforted her with concern.
“Why don’t we go feed the pigeons together? Or take a walk in the park? Maybe we can relax and remember it,” Mitsuhiko suggested.
"Professor Agasa will definitely fix it. We...we can go ahead and eat grilled eel while we wait. Sister must be hungry, right? Nekono-nii gave me so many tickets!" Genta said, his stomach growling.
The other friends had half-moon eyes.
"...Genta, actually you're the one who's hungry."
"You really like eel..."
Yuan Tai scratched his head: "Hehe."
Everyone laughed heartily. The park's fountain refracted colorful light.
Everything was under control. Nekono Ikuya sped to the vicinity of a secluded warehouse, arriving even earlier than Amuro Tooru.
Because Bourbon and Vermouth took a long detour without any hurry, Amuro Tooru unusually drove slowly and obediently.
When he's really in a hurry, he just drives like a maniac. (Polite smile.jpg)
After looking around, Nekono Ikuya, carrying her violin bag, spotted a house.
Because of the undercover agent list, Chianti and Cohen, snipers stationed in Tokyo, had just finished a cleanup mission and were still on their return flight, leaving Tokyo temporarily short of snipers.
The organizers deliberately chose a location without any high vantage points nearby for this gathering. After surveying the surrounding area, Nekono Ikuya silently slipped into the abandoned building, which offered a barely decent view. The empty floors were filled with dust and a musty atmosphere.
But Ikuya Nekono proudly stated that he had not left any traces of his footsteps, and the dust on the ground remained untouched.
The stealth operation was a great success.
After thinking for a moment, Nekono Ikuya opened her instrument case, took out her props, and then disguised herself twice as Cohen, preparing to take advantage of the situation should her whereabouts be exposed.
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The next second, extremely faint footsteps came from behind, and Nekono Ikuya turned around.
They exchanged bewildered glances with Hideki Akai, who was equally stunned.
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