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

"You asked the lawyer?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang really knew the progress of the case.

The day before yesterday, he watched Jinpei Matsuda and the police dog trainer testing what commands the dog would respond to. Yesterday, after they came back from the police call, he was curious and asked about it, and then he learned the whole cause and effect of the case.

"He admitted that he trained the dog to attack the deceased with the motive of revenge for his son who died seven years ago. He was arrested yesterday. The dog was ordered to commit the crime, so Matsuda adopted it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Eto Daizo.

"This case is very common from the method to the motive, and the people involved are ordinary people. It does not pose much harm to society and will not be handed over to the police... Are you curious about it?"

Jiang Teng Daizo seemed to be distracted until he heard the last sentence and suddenly woke up. He quickly said, "Nothing, senior, I just asked casually."

Zhu Fujing looked at his expression suspiciously, not believing a word he said: "Do you know that lawyer?"

Eto Daizo's body trembled slightly.

This reaction was completely seen by Zhu Fu Jingguang, making him even more confused.

"I guess... I know him." The young police officer seemed to sense that his senior had discovered him. He raised his hand and scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I've seen him before. My dad is more familiar with him."

It turns out that he is an old acquaintance of the administrator?
Hearing that it was someone his boss knew, Zhu Fu Jingguang did not ask any more questions. There was no need for Jiang Teng Daizo to talk about such things. So he quickly skipped this topic and turned to another matter.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first - remember to come early this Saturday morning, the group has a mission." He reminded.

Public security personnel, like police officers and doctors, have to work every day of the year. There are no normal two-day weekends off and their shifts or holidays are adjusted according to their current work.

Zhu Fu Jingguang just mentioned it casually to end the greetings between the two. He thought that Eto Daizo would agree immediately as he did in the past, but he didn't expect that the other party showed a hint of embarrassment on his face again.

"This Saturday..." Eto Daizo said awkwardly, "Sorry, Senior, I have something to do this Saturday. I'm afraid I can't come. I will submit a leave report."

Zhu Fujingguang frowned: "What's the matter?"

"It's a private matter." Jiang Teng Daizou met his eyes, then quickly looked away and added quickly, "It's a very important private matter. I can't not go."

Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to ask more, but at this moment, the cell phone in his shirt pocket suddenly buzzed.

The vibration of the phone was not loud, but Jiang Teng Daizo, who was nearby, heard it clearly. He showed a relieved expression: "Senior Zhufu, since you have something to do, I won't disturb you."

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at him, saw his slightly pursed lips and evasive eyes, and sighed silently in his heart, knowing that he would definitely not be able to ask the question today.

He could only say, "I understand. You go back first. I'll let you know if there's anything urgent."

Eto Daizo nodded, walked past Zhufu Jingguang and went straight towards the elevator. He walked very fast, as if he would be detained if he was a second slower.

Zhu Fujing watched the figure go away until he disappeared at the end of the aisle, then he took out his cell phone.

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, the Public Security Department occupies a separate floor with extremely strict entry and exit restrictions. Usually, there is no one in the corridor, unlike the First Investigation Division where you can often see detectives coming out to smoke.

In the silence, he saw the concise email on his mobile phone.

[The next stop is Shibuya. ——Zero]

……

In the past few months, the public security has been investigating various art dealers in Japan. Rei Furuya, who is affiliated with the National Police Agency, tracked them all the way from Osaka to Yokohama, Kanagawa.

He had been out of town during this period, and only returned to Tokyo briefly when he sent Keimitsu Morobushi to the police hospital, and when the embassy bombing was of a serious nature and could easily escalate into an international issue.

There is a reason why the public security attaches so much importance to art dealers, because it involves the organization.

——It is even possible that it is directly related to Aniseit.

After both Furuya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu were forced to evacuate, the public security department sent a new undercover agent into the organization.

With the experience of Bourbon and Scotland, the two undercover agents were completely separated in the organization and had no connection with each other. They tried to connect with two different forces within the organization, one was rum and the other was gin.

The one who had the best grades in the police academy and performed better in the later training was given the internal title of "Matsuzuki" (one of the varieties of Japanese cherry blossoms), and he was assigned to Rum's side.

Although he has not yet been given a code name, he sent back an important message a few months ago.

[After Aniseite came to Japan three years ago, Rum seems to have been investigating her. I am not in a high position at the moment, so I only learned one of the items while running errands.]

[Anisette has a high artistic talent. She, or he? Fourteen years ago, she sold a painting she drew herself, which was very personal, to an art dealer from Japan.]

[The code member who led me on this mission said that Rum's original words were...]

[——As long as you see this painting, you will know Aniseit's true identity. ]

……

Ten minutes after Zhu Fujingguang finished the work at hand, he also left the Metropolitan Police Department.

He got into the car, thinking about what to do this Saturday while opening the storage compartment and putting some unimportant personal belongings in it.

When he was about to close it, he caught a glimpse of what was placed at the innermost part of the storage compartment out of the corner of his eye.

That's a book.

The color of the cover is still bright, but the edge of the book is slightly yellowed, as if someone has read it over and over again, leaving indelible marks on it.

This was the last thing Anisette gave him before he left the car three years ago. After the police could not find any valuable traces on it, he took it back.

He had read it countless times, so that he remembered every word clearly. But when he saw it again, Zhu Fujingguang still paused and fell silent.

Aniseit's true form.

For this vague piece of information of questionable reliability, the public security department has been diligently investigating all art dealers in Japan over the past few months.

As a result, several suspects of money laundering and smuggling were found, such as Qian Jiang 1 in the Scott case. But there was no clue about the painting that was said to be painted by Aniset himself. In fact, it was normal that there was no news. After all, they didn't know the name, content, transaction price and specific transaction time of the painting. They only knew that it came from the United States. With only such a piece of information, searching in the vast art is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

But the police didn’t want to give up.

Especially after learning that Goldwasser had become the new boss of that organization, they were even less likely to let go of any clues that could lead to the investigation of Anicet, his child.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang paused for a moment and remembered another important piece of information.

Of the two undercover agents sent out this time, "Matsuzuki" went to Rum's side and unexpectedly found clues about Aniset from the opponent's perspective.

And the other one sent out was called "Kanzan" (also one of the varieties of Japanese cherry blossoms), and he first went to Gin's side.

In front of Gin, who is always known for his harshness, "Guan Shan" also did not get a code name, but a few weeks ago, Gin transferred him and a female sniper with a code name to work under another important member.

It was during this transfer that Guanshan went to a base built by Goldwasser, so he was the first to learn about the change of the organization's leader and promptly passed the news back to the public security.

When others knew this, they thought it was a good sign and felt that Guanshan would be able to obtain more intelligence in the future than before. However, Zhu Fujingguang had a bad feeling.

——Three years ago, it was Gin who transferred him to cooperate with Anicet, which made Anicet notice him and exposed his undercover identity.

"Guan Shan" has never met the new superior, and knows nothing about his identity, code name, or organizational status.

If it was just an ordinary member related to Goldwasser, it would be fine;

But if it really is Aniseit again...

Will this be a great opportunity for the police, or will it be another... disastrous failure?

----

On a street in Beika-cho.

In a Chevrolet Subaru waiting at a traffic light, Aoyagi Akimitsu, who was talking on the phone with someone, suddenly felt his nose itchy.

He pressed his nose but didn't sneeze, but his strange stuttering still caught the attention of the person on the other end of the line: "My end... eh? What's wrong with you?"

Aoyagi Akimitsu put down his hand and said in fluent Japanese with an Osaka accent: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my nose. Maybe someone is talking about me. What did you want to tell me just now?"

Pear Brandy and William on the other side changed the subject: "Oh, I wanted to say that I went to work at Starlight Garden recently and saw a few suspicious people coming. They seemed to be looking for someone. I checked the organization's database and found that they were all Rum's men."

"Gin said this bar is your father's...well, I mean, Boss's property in Japan. Rum sent someone here now. Is he looking for you or him?"

Aoyagi Akimichi said calmly, "Rum isn't stupid enough to use a man known to everyone else in the organization to come to me. Have you asked Gin?"

"No." William didn't know what he was thinking about, and added in a dry voice: "He has been in a bad mood recently, and Vodka is almost scared to death. I dare not disturb him too much."

He paused after he finished speaking, then asked hesitantly, "Do you think Rum is here to find me? I'm your man, and I'm considered an intelligence agent for the new boss... It's reasonable for him to want to find me, right?"

There was silence in the Chevrolet for a second, and then Aoyagi said, "I'm not sure. If you're worried, you can go somewhere else, just don't leave Tokyo."

"I quite like this bar. The night view and music are nice." William said helplessly, "Anis, you are the eldest son of the organization now. Can you order Rum not to come to Rice Flower to cause trouble?"

"I can give him orders in my position, but whether he listens or not is not something I can control."

William sighed, "That's true. Well, I'll go out of town for a few days. Is there any fun place in Tokyo?"

The red light on the opposite side ended, Aoyagi Binkou restarted the car and gave his own opinions at the same time.

"Shibuya."

He smiled and said, "That place is quite interesting... How about it, are you interested in going to have a look?"

This time the Chevrolet didn't drive too far and soon stopped on a road very close to the station.

Aoyagi Akimichi got off the bus at the place where he picked up Edogawa Conan a few days ago. He looked up at the shop sign in front of him, then looked at the layout inside through the glass window, then pushed the door open and walked in with brisk steps.

……

Tokyo, Adachi Ward.

This is the area with the lowest average annual income among the 23 wards of Tokyo. The rent is cheap and suitable for singles or families with average financial conditions.

It is dusk now. A single-family house on the corner of the street is quietly bathed in the sunset. The warm orange light falls on the doorplate, and the words on it become blurred.

Occasionally, people who were buying groceries or going home from get off work passed by the door. As they passed by, they covered their mouths and noses and subconsciously quickened their pace.

I saw a lot of garbage piled up from the door all the way to the courtyard, and the house was even more messy, with various food packaging bags thrown on the ground. Even if the door of such a house is open, thieves will not be willing to come in, and there is probably no place to step.

In this stinking garbage house, a teenager curled up in the corner of a room. He was wearing a thin sweater that looked flimsy in this season, his clothes were dirty, his hair was greasy and messy, and it was obvious that he was not well taken care of.

"I'm not qualified..."

"Why not? I can take good care of it. This place is big and I can keep it... Why can't I... Why..."

He buried his face between his legs, his fingers digging into the worn tatami mat beneath him, blood streaking from his fingertips. But he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, and kept mumbling.

"Ding-dong-"

Just then, the doorbell rang outside.

The boy's body trembled, he raised his head, his face full of confusion. After a few seconds, he stood up, stepped over the garbage, and walked towards the door.

He stopped just one step away from the door, hesitating whether to open it.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang again, only once, and soon fell silent again.

The person outside the door waited patiently for him to open the door. (End of this chapter)