Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

The game started on time at 7:30 in the evening.

The bustle of the banquet hall on the 20th floor did not spread to the downstairs. The entire 15th floor was guest rooms. A sneaky black man sneaked out of the security passage.

Zhu Fujingguang walked to the door of Room 1504 where Tsunoguchi Shigehiko lived, took out the room card he got from the front desk and lightly pressed the sensor under the door. With a click, the door lock opened.

He placed his gloved hand on the doorknob and took another quick look around before entering.

The corridor was empty, no one else was there.

When conducting an undercover investigation, you must make preparations, such as whether there are other people inside, the surrounding residents, whether there are any staff passing by nearby...all of these must be investigated clearly.

This time, Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi did not bring a secretary or a bodyguard with him, he came alone.

When they found out this, they were very surprised. They repeatedly watched the hotel surveillance and confirmed with the colleagues who were monitoring Tunkouzhai. They were sure that the newly hired secretary was in the office and the bodyguards were at home. There was no trick of "pretending to be one person, with bodyguards disguising themselves as other guests, and then gathering together when the time comes."

As for other guests and hotel staff, the guests went upstairs to watch the beauty pageant finals. It was not cleaning time at this time, and the staff would not come if no guests called for service.

Can sneak in.

Zhu Fujingguang made a judgment, turned the handle, and slipped into the room.

The room was dark.

Zhu Fu Jingguang certainly didn't turn on the light carelessly. He walked to the living room area carefully and cautiously and didn't feel anything unusual.

The structure of the hotel's luxury rooms was similar, with the curtains drawn on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and it was quiet. After making sure that no one was in the room, Zhu Fu Jingguang first entered the bedroom where someone was staying and started searching.

There were several documents on the table. Zhu Fujing quickly scanned them with the flashlight, and after confirming that they were ordinary office documents, he put them back as they were.

There were two watches in the drawer. Zhu Fujingguang roughly estimated the price - probably the salary of a normal congressman for twenty years - and closed the drawer.

There was nothing in the bedding and pillowcases, and there was nothing unusual in the suitcase either, only some spare clothes. The congressman didn't even bring a laptop. Many public officials, especially the older ones, are actually not used to using computers for work.

Zhu Fujingguang opened the wardrobe and found nothing inside. He reached to the innermost part and knocked to see if there were any partitions. Everything was normal.

Before he knew it, Zhu Fu Jingguang had searched the entire bedroom and other rooms, but found nothing.

Do you carry it with you?

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned slightly.

The report and the wiretapping only mentioned the account book, but no one was sure about the size of the account book. If it was a palm-sized booklet, it could be put in a pocket...

He walked out of the bathroom, his gloves soaked by the water, and he whispered to the person on the other end of the headset, "I didn't find anything."

There were only five police officers this time. Zhu Fujingguang had been an undercover agent and had the strongest ability in infiltration and search, so he was responsible for the infiltration. The other two sneaked into the venue and kept an eye on the congressmen nearby, and the other two kept an eye on the entrance and exit downstairs.

Eto Daizo was at the meeting, and it was very noisy over there: "Except for the reporters, no one else was near the congressman, and nothing was passed between him and the reporters... But he seemed very anxious, and after refusing the interview, he looked at his watch twice."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart skipped a beat.

"Did you see it clearly?" he asked.

"Yeah." Eto Daizo said, "The lighting at this wedding dress show is very bright, and everything around is clear, so there's no way I can make a mistake, but the next talent show..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. He quickly called out to the other two people who were watching downstairs nearby: "Senior Ishigami?"

There was no answer from the other side.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was just about to call the other person who was working with Ishigami, but at this moment, he heard a click not far away.

The guest room door was opened again!
The light from the corridor outside came into the room and into the living room. The moment the door opened, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly cut off the sound of his headphones and flashed into the bedroom again to avoid being seen first.

Gulu, gurgle, the sound of wheels scraping across the floor came from the living room, followed by a woman's shout: "Mr. Tunkou, the room service you ordered has arrived... Hmm? Are you not here?"

Room service? Would a person with a guilty conscience call room service and allow a stranger into his or her room when he or she is not there?
In a split second, Zhu Fu Jingguang realized something was wrong, he reached for his side and pulled out his pistol, then shot directly, while dodging to the side. Almost at the same time he dodged to the side, a bullet rubbed past him and shot into the place where he was standing originally!
Two gunshots echoed in the room. Even the best silencer could not completely eliminate the sound of the gunshots.

Outside the bedroom door, a woman in a staff uniform also dodged a shot. She held the gun in one hand, and the cart slid forward by inertia without anyone to help.

She was not surprised by the attack at all, and just looked at Zhufu Jingguang with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"It turns out to be you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang also used the faint light to see who was coming.

The woman outside was of ordinary appearance, with fair skin, and now there was a bullet scratch on her face.

Surprisingly, there was no blood seeping out of the scratch. Instead, there was a slight bulge like the broken edge of torn rubber.

——It’s disguise.

The woman may have realized that her facial skin was broken, which was unsightly and weird, so she just tore it off.

At the moment when the thin layer of leather fell, she blocked Zhu Fu Jingguang's punch!
Without the cover of his disguise, Zhu Fu Jingguang finally saw the other person's true face at a very close distance.

He has a foreign appearance, with sharp upturned eyes and lips that are slightly thicker than those of ordinary people.

"Curaçao..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang recognized the other person, and when he thought of his lost colleague, his heart sank.

"I'm really impatient."

The fake staff member who had his face torn off, Curacao, sneered, "After escaping the organization, have you thrown away even the most basic caution? Scotland?"

……

the other side.

A Rolls-Royce leaves a base.

Two bodyguards sat in the front seat, driving diligently and paying attention to the surrounding security situation, while Rum in the back seat lit a cigar.

His favorite taste did not dispel the irritability in his heart.

Of course, he wasn't worried about Curacao or Glenn, he knew the abilities of his two confidants very well, and their mission this time was not important... What he was really worried about was the "meeting" with the BOSS just now.

As he got older, the gentleman became more suspicious and would not meet them easily. This meeting was still via video.

Vermouth, on the other hand, was still so beloved. After helping Curacao to change his appearance, he returned there in the afternoon. I just don’t know what this meeting was for…

Even Rum was not qualified to ask what Vermouth and the BOSS talked about when they met, so he could only sit in the car and keep guessing.

At this time, the car drove through the woods, startling countless birds in the forest.

There are many crows living in this area. Since they are just ordinary animals and are more or less a symbol of the organization, the organization does not drive them away.

But today, for some reason, their cries were particularly shrill.

Amid the cawing sounds, Rum glanced outside inadvertently and saw a crow suddenly falling from the highest point in the dark night under the light of the waning moon.

A deeper darkness engulfed him, silently.

"..."

When Rum was feeling inexplicably uneasy, his cell phone rang first.

[I caught Scotland, should I execute him? - Curacao] (End of this chapter)