Chapter 815 Everyone is a master of brainstorming
“So, Akechi-san, you came to the Toto Tower to complete the commission tonight. Then when will you return to the Toto Tower and stay in the tower? "
"Maybe it was a little later than others. I received a call related to the commission in the afternoon, so I went to a nearby park, entered the Tokyo Tower and stayed until very late. It's because I saw a familiar person."
"The familiar person, specifically?"
"Well, to be more specific, it's Miss Mao Lilan and others who are taking notes over there. …”
"On Chinese Valentine's Day, seeing other young people here doesn't seem to be something worth waiting for until closing?"
"How to put it, this actually has nothing to do with my own commission, but after all, it is with Detective Mori Relevant things..."
Conan leaned against Mao Lilan's legs, looking down at the stones and dust in front of his toes, absentmindedly listening to Akechi Goro's lines that were obviously all nonsense, and thinking about some complicated things in his mind. things.
As he expected, Toru Adachi was indeed the guy with a suspicious identity.
However, this truth does not change anything. On the contrary, it seems to prove something worse.
A psychiatrist who uses human nature and the power of the organization to infiltrate and corrode the police. What role did the police play in Tang Ze's case that can't be called complex at all...
According to him from Akechi From what Goro said about the situation, in fact, Ireland is not indispensable to Adachi.
Any policeman, a policeman whose complete information and life safety are under the control of the organization, wants to replace him. It may be safer to truly erase and replace him than to push Tohru Adachi into the investigation team.
Toru Adachi is just a by-product of the intrigue within the organization, and cannot even be called the tip of the iceberg of organizational planning.
He very much hoped that the other party was just saying this to express his bluff, but the facts were so difficult to overturn and deny.
Adachi Toru will be selected simply because this information is less difficult for the organization to obtain. This person is easier to master, more obedient and easy to control...
"...You said that your client is A painter named Shindo Sumire?" Conan's chaotic and sad thoughts were brought back by Shiratori Rensaburo's exclamation.
Sumi Shindo, the name of the last victim in the series of cases, was a young and successful painter.
Akechi Goro's words were as close as saying that he had seen a ghost...
"Yes, well, at least that's what she calls herself." She put her chin in a posture of thinking, Goro Akechi pondered, "Judging from your reaction, I seem to be involved in something again. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my client? She's pretty generous with her actions."
Rensaburo Shiratori looked down at the booklet in his hand, and then secretly observed the other police officers around him.
Sumi Shindo is a semi-publicly dead person. Goro Akechi, who has no police channels, may not know about this, but the person who made the commission must know about it.
In addition, Shindo Sumire actually survived, so no colleague should have let this issue slip.
So the person Goro Akechi came into contact with...
“Tell me in detail.”
Shiratori Rensaburo cheered up and opened a new page in the manual, preparing to listen carefully and try to find some necessary content from the clues here.
Having determined that Goro Akechi was most likely talking nonsense, Conan rolled his eyes, facing Mao Lilan's worried and urgent gaze, and no longer distracted from listening to Akechi's movements.
The purpose of Goro Akechi coming to the Toto Tower is definitely not what he said, so the following half-truths and half-false statements are most likely to be nonsense and lies. There is no need to listen more. .
The opponent's biggest mission target has been wiped out by Gin's gun. Even if he really came to see "Shindo Sumire", the identity of this Shindo Sumire is still revealed.
A woman who appears here with an unknown identity and uses the identity of a deceased person is obviously here to help Ireland and others, so the answer is actually very clear.
Belmod...
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“Belmod, what are you doing?”
Being recalled by a slightly cold voice in my ear God, Belmod looked at the long section of cigarette ash in his hand.
Judging from the length of the ashes, she had maintained this posture and let the cigarette in her hand burn for a long time, so that Gin, who was standing two steps away, could not attract her attention. .
Relying on Kumail's information to figure out the situation at the scene, she felt very complicated. She flicked her fingers twice at this moment and could only shrug her shoulders pretending to be relaxed.
"I'm thinking about when Kumail set his sights on Ireland. He definitely didn't come to help by 'accident' or with 'good intentions'."
The meaning of her words The subtext is that she must be careful to get along with Kumel, lest she step into the other party's trap like Ireland, who was so frustrated and frustrated, and ultimately unable to fly.
In other words, she believed that the failure and disastrous defeat of the Irish mission were all Kumail's hand.
"So, how was Ireland's identity exposed?" Gin was not interested in knowing the thoughts of his colleagues, and just asked coldly, "Tell me the specific situation."
Colleagues in the organization have been fond of intrigues for a day or two. Pisco, the veteran, is dead. Ireland, who has been working with him for many years, is already in an embarrassing situation where he may be killed by people from other factions at any time.
Did Kumail take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, deliberately neglecting Ireland and causing him to have an accident during the mission, or was there the instruction of Bourbon and even more people behind it to use his hands to eradicate the unstable factor in Ireland? Too lazy to guess and don't need an answer.
The organization provided a convenient identity and an excellent background without any worries. With such conditions for completing the task, Ireland still couldn't do what it should do, and finally stepped into Kumail's trap... …
In Gin’s evaluation system, such people are generally called trash, and he is not in the mood to classify trash.
Now let Belmode, the off-site facilitator, give a definite answer. I just want to confirm that Toru Adachi’s identity is reliable, and to see if he can still be a small policeman with the help of two top disguisers. How on earth did Ireland show its flaws despite not being able to act well?
"How Kumail brought him back to Tokyo...Ireland did not ask about this matter, and instinctively stayed away from Kumel out of disgust, so he lost the way to understand this matter." Belmod lowered his eyes. , softly speaking out the judgment that Conan had already made before, "Kumail is even more unlikely to take the initiative to tell him that he actually entered the Metropolitan Police relying on the cases Kumail solved. These days, he has no idea about the previous I have seen that the case of 'Karasawa Akira' lacked prejudgment and was easily deceived. "
It was actually Edogawa Conan who detected it, but neither she nor Kumel could have done it. What loopholes does this leave for the organization? In addition, the causal sequence of time is also very subtle.
It is true that Ireland was defrauded, but when he was deceived by Conan, Toru Adachi himself was already sitting on the way back to the Metropolitan Police Department. "Ireland was defrauded because of his identity. He was exposed and forced to attack the police, causing the situation to completely spiral out of control." This accusation is even more pure slander.
However, bullying someone to death and not being able to speak is a basic quality for winery employees, so when Belmode told lies, his heartbeat did not speed up even a beat.
"So, Ireland just didn't do all the information, and a group of policemen from all over the country saw through it." Gin concluded.
Belmode glanced at him sideways and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.
Gin doesn't show it on his face, but Ireland, the guy who was chasing after me and clamoring to sue the boss all day long, is gone. I'm afraid he is secretly happy in his heart.
However, anyway, Masama Kenzo died very early and neatly, and no one could avenge Ireland, so the conclusion of this incident was decided like this.
This is a complete black whistle, no matter which referee is fast forwarding to the death penalty, they are all plastic colleagues with personal vendettas and no sense at all. Ireland will be blown down alive, really not at all Surprising.
She casually leaned on the window sill, straightened her brown curly hair, and continued to look out the window at the night sky without any intention of taking off her disguise.
A curved moon hook was cut open by the dark Dongdu Iron Tower, like a sharp knife standing high with the light behind it.
She also has things she has to protect and secrets she has to erase. Ireland, I am so sorry.
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Perhaps he received the sincere curse from his plastic colleagues. The unconscious Ireland frowned for a moment and struggled to open his eyes. .
After a brief haze, the first thing that came over was an unmistakable sense of pain.
The penetrating wounds of sniper rifle bullets at such a close distance are no joke. Gin, who brought Cohen and Chianti to surround him, had no intention of holding back. Severe pain came with every breath.
Ireland instinctively wanted to raise his hand to check the condition of the wound. He moved, but found that his hands and feet could not move at all.
He adjusted his breathing, slowly regaining his rhythm, trying to restore the blood flow and adjust his darkened vision.
This is a laboratory. The ceiling and instrument panels reflect the cold silver-white metallic luster, as well as the overly tidy, clean and translucent medicine cabinets, which are not unfamiliar to Ireland.
He was not one of Kumail's miserable subjects, and he was not in line with the organization's scientific research lines, but he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run away. He had seen the layout and decoration style of the organization's laboratory to some extent.
Except for the fact that the experimenters who were not wearing protective clothing, masks and white coats were walking around hurriedly, he felt as if he had arrived at a secret stronghold of the organization.
…No, maybe it’s not a question of images.
Ireland has heard of the story about the inexplicable loss of multiple underground research institutes after Kumel showed his influence in Tokyo.
However, the most daring guess in the organization at the time was that Kumel was dissatisfied with the laboratory system due to his background and the fact that he had been kidnapped with drugs for many years by the father of a middle-level member for no apparent reason. He moved his hands and feet to stumble a little bit.
Some even called it the "Curse of the Experiment" and added it to the organization's collection of unfunny humor.
It is said that Kumail’s code name is now one of the common passwords for entering and exiting some laboratories. It is for no other reason than to play a metaphysical role. The principle is probably similar to sending the plague god...
While Ireland, whose hands and feet were fixed to the treatment bed, was thinking wildly, a slight deflation sound came from the air-tight door at the door.
Unable to turn his head significantly, he reluctantly shifted his gaze and looked at the entrance of this small laboratory.
The woman with brown hair, wearing a white coat, as if she really came to the laboratory for inspection and experiments, strode in with a bag of documents and medicines.
Ireland stared at her face and took a deep breath again
The first time was painful, the second time was surprising.
Of course he recognized this face. After all, he was the former first researcher of the organization who became a member of the code name at the age of less than 16 years old with his talent in the field of biopharmaceuticals...
"Shirley, you actually got involved with Kumel..." Ireland opened her mouth and said this in surprise and ridicule.
Miyano Shiho lost his parents when he was still an infant, and was raised as a waste.
If her aunt, uncle, and Elena Miyano's sister hadn't come into the organization's sight, would this girl, who was destined to become a member of the organization when she was less than 1 year old, get the education she deserves and be able to sustain her talent? The day he will be discovered and properly nurtured is still unknown.
Ichikawa Karasawa and Leona Karasawa, regardless of whether they voluntarily or not, whether they want to cooperate or not, at the practical level, they are the top leaders of the organization laboratory for the past eight years.
As their relative, Miyano Shiho's status has increased unprecedentedly, and because of this, he has been given the opportunity to go overseas and cultivate carefully.
For her, who lost her parents when she was a child, all the absences of the Miyano couple were taken over by the Karazawa couple. She basically grew up with this couple.
This is a closer connection than him and Pisco, which makes it even more ridiculous for her to switch to Kumail's arms now.
Have you really forgotten their deaths and the identity of Kumail, who killed their children with his own hands?
Is your hatred and your willpower really strong enough to overcome this resentment and cooperate with Kumail?
Forced to change back to a large size, Miyano Shiho, who came over for emergency business, paused.
She didn't need to ask any more questions. Just by looking at Ireland's expression, she knew what the other person was thinking.
Since the relationship between Kumail and Shirley became part of Karasawa's script, her reaction has been very dull and numb, and she can't even see it from the corner of her eye.
She didn't have much time and was not in the mood to play with these emotional members of the organization.
“Close your eyes.” She raised the eye drops in her hand and pulled the instruments behind the treatment bed. Like a cold and cruel dentist, she pulled the shadowless lamp in front of her. “Or I can close your eyes for you. Get on it.”
(End of this chapter)