Chapter 126 Master of Time Management Karasawa
When Conan, who was chasing the signal, rushed to the scene on his skateboard, he was left with Akira Hirota lying on the ground unconscious, his face trampled crookedly.
Fiddled with his glasses, Conan checked the signal on the lenses and the address in front of him, and once again confirmed that the source of the message was attached to the man in front of him, he frowned.
After quickly confirming that this was not a corpse, Conan turned the man's crooked face and saw no obvious trauma, so he called the emergency number besides calling the police.
"Why did he faint here..."
After thinking about what happened, Conan knelt down and opened the man's pocket.
Before the police arrived, Conan checked the man's belongings and scanned everything in the alley, not letting go of any possible clues.
"Ah, I have documents. Is this a passport?" The man's wallet was placed in the inner pocket of his chest. When he opened it, he could see a stack of brand-new banknotes and an exchange certificate from the pachinko shop. Voucher, and a passport and room card inserted in the side pocket.
He opened his passport first.
The photo in the passport is of the tall man in front of me.
"Aki Hirota!" The moment the name came into view, Conan immediately stood up straight.
According to joker’s information, Hirota Kenzo and Hirota Masami are both pseudonyms.
At this moment, Miss Masami's tracker is attached to this man, but his surname is Hirota...
Did he take Hirota Masami away from the hospital, or did he take her away from the hospital? Hirota Masami escaped from the hospital just to meet this man?
What is the situation now? Masami Hirota knocked him down and left, or was there a third person present?
Thoughts were racing in his mind, and Conan was still surveying the scene quickly.
Soon, he discovered the pair of fish-mouth high heels discarded at the top of the trash can. This was exactly the style Masami Hirota was wearing today. While he was squatting down to tie his shoelaces, he The transmitter is attached to it.
There was no blood, and the shoes were in good condition. It didn’t look like they had been forcibly removed.
Loosening his shoes, Conan saw a small white dot with his peripheral vision. He bent down, picked up a small white ball from the wall behind the man, and held it carefully in his hand. look.
"Made of rubber, this is a BB bullet?" Conan pinched the texture of the bead, estimated its size, and made a guess.
Was Hirota Akira knocked unconscious by this thing?
Toy guns, model guns, once keywords like this appeared in his mind, Conan immediately thought of the model gun that Joker took out on the train that day and was so lifelike that it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.
What did this man do secretly? Could it be that as soon as I informed him of Hirota Kenzo's death, he found Hirota Masami.
Damn it, I informed him when I had news, why did he not even give him any warning about what he planned or what he was going to do.
Some kind of dissatisfaction with the Riddler briefly arose. Remembering that Joker asked him not to contact him for the time being in the previous phone call, Conan endured it again and again before calling back without calling him. For now, he paid attention. The force returned to the fallen man.
If the joker knocked him out, maybe there is no need to worry about Hirota Masami's trace for the time being.
However, three pseudonyms with the same surname, related paths, and inexplicable missing person requests...
Conan held his chin, all kinds of information in the past few days were intertwined, and began to slowly Outline a clear context.
The murdered Kenzo Hirota, the racecourse, Pachinko, the debt slaves of gangsters related to the organization...
Why did two gamblers with huge gambling debts suddenly become As they became more prosperous, Hirota Kenzo even paid the apartment rent for a year in one fell swoop; how did these two people get in touch with the organization, and what role did Masami Hirota play in it?
A flash of inspiration made Conan's eyes widen.
Karasawa's sigh full of emotion replayed in his ears: "I just suddenly felt that life is really not easy. One billion yen turned out to be the largest case..."
< br>He clutched the key card in his hand tightly and smiled confidently.
"Hey, is this Officer Megure?" Pulling the voice changer to his mouth, he said to the person on the other side of the phone, "It's me, Kudo Shinichi... Please lead someone to find Conan as soon as possible. He The unconscious person found over there may be the real culprit of the murder case you have at hand. Please be sure to investigate the murderer carefully. I suspect that he, the deceased Kenzo Hirota, and the missing female Masami Hirota. , they are the three criminals of the 'Billion Bank Robbery' that happened a few days ago."
----The letters followed the radio waves through the crowd, like secret whispers, a few inches away. The few words on the screen fell into Tang Ze's blue eyes as his fingertips slid.
【Are you following Masami Hirota? 】
【What are you doing? Tangze, why don't you answer the phone? What's the matter with Gin looking for you again? 】
【Are you sure you want to do this, leader? It sounds like there are too many uncertainties. 】
【I know you are not Tang Ze, and your plan will not succeed. 】
【Come to Mihuayi as soon as possible. 】
“Huh…I’m so tired.”
Turn off the screen briefly, Tang Ze closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun, the sound of the vehicle’s engine, The whispers and footsteps of passers-by and the ringing bicycle bells merged into a white noise-like background, which slowly calmed down his mood.
"It's better to catch more of my younger brothers. There are only two members of the Phantom Thieves, and one of them can't show up casually. I have to do everything myself. Time management is really not easy." Karasawa leaned back in his chair and said to himself He said to himself, "I took off my onion skin and took off my clothes. I really want to sleep, drink some wine and relax in my dream..."
"Sir, your coffee."
"Ah, thank you." Karasawa opened his eyes and took the tray from the waiter with a smile, "Please give me two more sugar cubes, please."
"You are Japanese. "Hearing Tang Ze's words, the waiter hugged the tray in surprise. Perhaps he noticed the impoliteness in his words, and quickly waved his hand and added, "I thought you were a foreign tourist... What you just said is not like that. Japanese."
"It's not Japanese, I'm practicing my speaking, miss." Tang Ze picked up the coffee and smiled, "Thank you for your concern."
Young and cute. The waiter's cheeks turned red when he smiled, and he smiled back shyly and awkwardly, lowered his head and walked back into the store.
This is the psychological suggestion that Karasawa has repeatedly reinforced for himself. If you shouldn't say something here, don't say it in Japanese.
This is also Tang Ze's experience and habit of working as an undercover agent for many years. He is used to being cautious, and acting has almost become an instinct. Therefore, until the end of the mission, no one actually noticed his undercover status. If the informant hadn't given him It's not impossible to escape unscathed after having some great fun...
Wait until his sugar cubes were delivered, Tang Ze began to reply to these messages one by one.
【Don't worry Hirota Masami, I'm here. On your side, pay attention to Hirota Akira's safety and organizational style. You also understand. 】
【Don’t worry, the little things will be over tonight. I will go back to the cafe tomorrow~】
【Do as I say, go and understand the world and wait for me, you won’t There is a problem. 】
【Excuse me, are you...? 】
【I have arrived, senior~ Where are you? 】
The sound of successfully sending emails one by one rang softly. Tangze sent all the messages, swallowed the coffee in his mouth, and slung his commuting bag on his shoulder.
He will not be complacent about the success of a small plan. After all, in fact, he chose a conservative plan.
He seems to be trying not to change the development path of things too much. He only dares to speed up some parts a little, hide some parts a little, and slowly add his own power to it.
After all, he is deeply afraid that too many changes will increase the number of unknown futures and make everything deviate from his imagination. The biggest fear of people who like to make plans is naturally losing control.
Tang Ze waved away the Tarot floating there, and the shining line "Desperate" also disappeared from sight.
"I obviously died with such a big one...Should I be called cautious, or should I be called cowardly?" Tang Ze laughed at himself and shook his head, "Go to work."
(End of this chapter)