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

Da da……

On the 20th floor of the hotel, the police and guests had basically evacuated. From the end of the corridor, there was a faint sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

Curacao walked for a while, her brows gradually furrowed. She turned into the empty player's lounge, took out a pair of low-heeled shoes that fit her feet, and left the room only after making sure that the shoes would not make similar noises.

She went back to the corridor, looked at the empty corridor and lounge area, and then looked at the hotel surveillance footage displayed on her mobile phone.

The heterochromatic eyes quickly scanned them one by one.

where is it?
Where is Shirley?

Curacao was looking at the surveillance camera in the lobby on the first floor. Just as she was about to look for someone among the service staff who were planning to pack up and leave early, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene on the eighteenth floor out of the corner of her eye.

A figure with short, slightly wavy hair walked past timidly.

——She seemed to be trying her best to avoid being captured by the surveillance camera, but her position was not in the camera's blind spot, so even though she tried hard to avoid it, her silhouette was still captured.

Curacao's eyes immediately became sharp.

She confirmed the floor again and did not use the elevator. Instead, she walked quickly to the door of the emergency passage and headed downstairs.

……

cold.

The pervasive cold, the smell of rust, and several voices whispering in my ears.

This is where?

Who was speaking in his ear?

Zhu Fu Jingguang had his eyes closed. He knew he had fallen to the ground. He was conscious but could not open his eyes.

The voices in my ears were getting closer and closer... finally, they became clear.

He recognized the voices.

"I'm sorry about what happened to that girl... No, sir, I told you everything! Your daughter is not here! We didn't hide her! She has... Ugh!!"

It was the voice my father made before he died.

"Jingguang, you hide here first! You can only come out when I call you out!"

"What are you doing... Please, we really didn't hide your daughter. She's already... Don't go over there! Please, your daughter isn't there! Please don't go over there!"

“Don’t hurt my child!!!”

It was the sound of my mother before she died.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat suddenly hurt badly.

He wanted to cover his ears, not wanting to hear his parents' painful screams before they died, but he failed...but soon his wish was fulfilled in another form, this time someone else was talking in his ear.

But those voices still make people despair.

"Mr. Zhufu, run!!"

"You're exposed! This is a trap. The organization has discovered that the congressman is still alive!!"

"Everything today is a trap for you!!!"

It was the sound he heard when his undercover identity was exposed.

"Every day is torture, walking on the edge of a knife, worrying about being exposed at any time. Once exposed, it will involve the death of family and friends... They are heroes in the dark, working hard for the interests and future of more people..."

"But, what does this have to do with me?"

"—He killed my relatives, and I will make him pay the price."

It is the families of the victims who are calling for revenge.

It was as if there was endless cold air piling up in his chest. Every time he breathed, ice chips scraped across his trachea and lungs, causing a fishy smell to rise in Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat.

He became more and more awake, although he still couldn't open his eyes...some clear fragments emerged in his mind.

He remembered.

He thought of his mission today and his colleagues in the public security department.

He even remembered the last words the woman from the organization, Curacao, said to him before she knocked him down.

"The male police officer in the surveillance video with black hair and blue eyes who looks very similar to you..."

"Is that your family?"

Curacao looked at him with a smile full of malice. ——"Is that your family?"

It was just this one sentence that made Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been at a disadvantage before, panic. Then the opponent took advantage of that brief gap and knocked him down mercilessly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang recalled everything that happened today until he fainted, and wanted desperately to get up and figure out the current situation, but he had no strength.

Just then, he heard a burst of laughter suddenly in his ears.

The laughter was very light, but it pierced his eardrum as clearly as a needle, making his heart beat faster.

Someone helped him up, and Zhu Fu Jingguang smelled a faint sweet scent, which he recognized as the scent of a certain type of ladies' cigarette.

But he couldn't tell whether it was a woman's hand or a man's hand that was holding him. When he realized there was someone around him, the hands were already moving on his body.

She - or he, opened his clothes, and her cold fingers stroked the skin of his abdomen. His body shuddered... Those hands did not stop, and moved slowly upwards.

His Adam's apple was touched, his cheeks and ears were caressed, and two slender fingers pinched his earlobes, kneading them gently, and then pulled them down lightly, again and again.

The movements were intimate, but did not make people feel the slightest bit of ambiguity. Instead, it was like being entangled by a poisonous snake. The slippery and cold feeling was even colder than the chilly air around them.

Zhu Fu Jingguang shuddered again and couldn't help but let out a moan.

"elder brother……"

Even after a long period of adulthood, when one is in extreme pain and unable to extricate oneself, one will miss the family members that one cares about.

This is human instinct and has nothing to do with weakness.

The laughter from the other side disappeared.

Those frivolous movements, like playing with a pet, also stopped.

What was heard instead was a very low sigh.

"Good luck, Scotland."

It was also impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female, or whether it was kind or malicious.

But this time, Zhu Fu Jingguang recognized the other person.

It was as if all the blood in his body rushed straight to his head from all over his body. Zhu Fu Jingguang's brain went blank, and only that code name rang in his mind -

Aniset!!
Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his eyes and stood up suddenly. In shock and anger, he didn't even see the other person's appearance, and punched him hard with all his strength!
However, the moment he swung his fist, he met a pair of eyes.

It was not the emerald green of a venomous snake, but a pair of very light brown eyes that were almost gray under the light.

"!!!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang realized that he might have been wrong.

Before he could stop, the man in front of him tilted his head slightly and dodged the fist. The long hair brushed against the back of his hand, and a black shadow flashed before his eyes as fast as lightning. The next second, his chest tightened, and he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, and thrown heavily against the wall!
"Ah!"

The collision of more than 70 kilograms of weight caused quite a lot of noise.

Zhu Fujingguang's feet were slightly off the ground, he leaned against the wall, panting, his abdomen aching. With the help of the surrounding lights, he could see the face of the person opposite him from top to bottom.

A man with long black hair that was not noticeably curly, tanned skin that looked like he had been sunbathed, the deep facial features of a foreigner, and a pair of... light brown eyes.

——It was the American police liaison officer, FBI agent, Aoyagi Akiko, whom he had met not long ago during the embassy explosion.

He is not a colleague of the public security, but he is not an enemy either, as he is a foreign agent with a formal identity and who entered Japan legally.

but……

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the indifferent expression on Qingliu Bingguang's face and the black clothes he was wearing. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and an absurd and terrible guess flashed through his mind.

Why did he appear at this time? Could it be that he was also...

"Da da da……"

There was the sound of undisguised footsteps.

Zhu Fujingguang saw a primary school boy come out from behind the table. He stood there looking at the posture of the two of them.

"Mr. Qing Liu?"

As the boy shouted in disbelief, the hand that was holding Zhu Fu Jingguang's collar loosened, and he fell back to the ground, staggering a few steps to steady himself.

Aoyagi Binguang also withdrew his right hand. He stared at his pale face and frowned.

Zhu Fu Jingguang heard him and asked in dissatisfaction: "Why did you suddenly attack me just now?" (End of this chapter)