Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 234 Assassins and Assassins

"Dead!"

"Representative Tunkou is dead!"

"What exactly happened? Where are the organizers?"

A commotion broke out at the memorial service, with only a few people remaining calm.

The death of a congressman is no small matter, especially at this particular juncture.

"It must have been an accident..."

Gao Mo mingled among the guests and observed the crystal chandelier pressing down on the corpse.

He did see the process clearly.

The moment the lights dimmed did not affect his vision, and he saw the entire scene of the senator walking under the chandelier and then Pisco raising his hand to shoot and knock the chandelier down.

The chains that hang the crystal chandelier still have fluorescent powder residue.

The pistol was fitted with a silencer and covered with a handkerchief to block the muzzle flash, showing that it was very professionally made.

Gao Mo's gaze swept over Masuyama Kenzo, who was also performing in a daze.

Not only did he see it, but a reporter also took the opportunity to take a picture.

It seems like this Pisco guy was set up.

There are many ways to assassinate a senator. Even in an emergency mission that needs to be disguised as an accident, there is no need to send in an organization elder who is a bigwig in the financial world.

The lack of manpower is one thing, but the fact that there are many other organization members hidden at the scene, and the preparations are so thorough...

Pisco was like an ordinary assassin who knew nothing, used as a disposable pawn.

It doesn't seem like a coincidence that the reporter took the photo earlier.

Perhaps even without his intervention, Pisco's days were numbered.

That's fine, of course he doesn't want to kill people on his own initiative if he can.

"Wow!"

Gao Mo's mental network expanded at full power, covering the Mihua Restaurant, extending to its 3-kilometer limit, and a faint tingling sensation began to emanate from his brain.

The ability of the mind network to detect things is very limited. The weaker the target's aura, the more blurred the perception becomes. Fortunately, the auras of the members of the Black Organization are not too weak.

A character like Gin is more like a guiding light in the darkness, whose presence is directly perceived without much effort from him.

Huh?
Gao Mo's expression suddenly shifted slightly.

Besides Gin, there was another special aura within the mental network, even stronger than Gin's, and it seemed to be gradually falling into the organization's encirclement.

……

Snowflakes drifted down the street, gradually covering a van parked a kilometer away from the hotel.

Wearing a knitted hat, Shuichi Akai stared intently at his phone screen, unmoved even as gasps of surprise came through his earpiece.

"If it's really possible to break away from the organization like this, how about you consider being my boyfriend for real this time?"

"Shiho said that mission was just a trap set by the organization, that they wouldn't let her leave, nor would they let me go... The organization couldn't possibly ignore a woman who had infiltrated the FBI and might continue to maintain contact... But I don't regret it..."

"The organization shouldn't target Shiho, otherwise they wouldn't need to deal with me like this. In the future... if there's a chance, could you please take good care of Shiho for me?"

"Shiho has really grown up. I have been transferred away from Japan and will be able to see you soon."

"We've arrived at the secret location arranged by the FBI... I have a feeling someone's watching me, the atmosphere is weird... Maybe I'm just being too sensitive... I almost slipped on a puddle today, and a kitchen knife nearly stabbed me..."

"Shiho has lost contact. I'm a little worried about her. What if the organization..."

After reading all the saved messages, Shuichi Akai's expression remained calm, but his knuckles were bloodless, so he couldn't exert any strength as he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

My mind then drifted back to the last time I met Akemi.

"You already knew? If you knew, why didn't you leave me? I used you!"

"Don't you really understand my feelings? I really..."

"Hey!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps treading through the snow came from outside the car.

Gao Mo changed into a coat, held an umbrella, and walked to the side of the van, his face transforming into that of an ordinary middle-aged man.

"It's really unexpected that someone like you can be troubled by emotions... It must be a painful feeling."

"Who are you?" Shuichi Akai cautiously put away his phone and reached for his pistol.

"I guess she's a friend of Akemi Miyano."

Gao Mo has confirmed the black cat's spirit identity online.

It's not too difficult. Akemi Miyano's everyday alias is Masami Hirota, and a murder recently occurred in the Hirota family where she grew up, so it's easy to find photos of Akemi Miyano.

"Don't do anything rash," Gao Mo called out to Shuichi Akai, who was suppressing his anger and about to attack. "I have no reason to lie to you, do I?"

"Who exactly are you?" Shuichi Akai's gaze was sharp as he tried to glean information from Gao Mo's micro-expressions, but he couldn't see through Gao Mo's thoughts at all.

"We are not enemies, at least not now."

Gao Mo turned his head and looked at the Rice Flower Restaurant in the snow.

“I’ve taken what you’re looking for. Let’s stop here. It’s not worth getting yourself into trouble over something like this… Your nemesis has just as keen a sense of smell as you do, and he’s probably already noticed this place.”

Shuichi Akai felt a chill run down his spine, gave Gao Mo a deep look, and then drove the car into the street.

He has more important matters to attend to in Japan, and he cannot let his personal interests ruin such a significant undertaking.

The identity of the person in front of us can only be investigated later.

"Am I that suspicious?" Gao Mo thought to himself, feeling a surge of disbelief at Akai Shuichi's hostility.

Why don't you believe he's Akemi Miyano's friend?

In a way, it wouldn't be wrong to call him the master, but he said he was a friend to avoid Shuichi Akai's overreaction.

However, this FBI ace is truly extraordinary.

Although he had only recently acquired the Mind Network and had not sensed many powerful individuals, the other party's aura still amazed him; it was so intense that it seemed inhuman.

It's not that they are particularly skilled, but rather that their spirit and energy are extraordinary.

In One Piece, Observation Haki is used to sense the strength of combat power, but here he seems to be sensing the strength of the spirit.

However, the mental strength of the strong is generally not bad, especially in this semi-supernatural detective world.

Gao Mo continued walking, holding up his umbrella.

The memorial service is not over yet; it will only be over when Pisco is actually dealt with.

At that time, even if Ai appears directly in front of the organization members, it will be difficult for her to be suspected.

"call!"

Gin's presence suddenly approached rapidly from behind within the mental network.

Gao Mo touched the silenced pistol he had swiped from Pisco, considering the feasibility of dealing with Gin here.

In his past life, when he was watching videos by content creators, he wondered what the consequences would be if he killed the hardest-working person in the winery.

Of course, Gin isn't the only action team at the brewery, but from the perspective of the main storyline, Gin has far too much screen time.

"Ok?"

The aura he sensed suddenly surged under the influence of malice, and Gao Mo naturally pictured Gin with a cigarette in his mouth and a gun aimed at his right leg.

The goal is to first disable his ability to move.

Is it because of a brief encounter with Shuichi Akai that suspicion was aroused?

It seems they plan to capture him alive for interrogation.

"biu!"

Gao Mo stopped to avoid the bullets, turned smoothly, and while lowering his umbrella to shield himself, the muzzle of his gun was locked onto Gin's narrowed gaze.

Gin's long career had made him very perceptive, and even though the umbrella blocked the pistol that Gao Mo had pulled out, a deadly threat still welled up in his mind.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, so long that he had forgotten the fear of facing death.

A professional assassin, and a top-tier one at that!
Looking at Gao Mo's ordinary, middle-aged face, Gin's mind instantly flashed back to his entire life.

The organization hasn't even dealt with all the traitors yet, and now they're inexplicably going to die here?
Both were top-tier assassins. Before he could shift his gun and fire, the enemy's bullet would probably have already pierced his skull. Moreover, the enemy had used an umbrella to shield his main torso. Even if he had fired earlier, it might not have been fatal, and he would still have been the one to die.

At this moment, Gin did not regret joining the organization and becoming its assassin.

As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." He could accept his own death, but he didn't want to die so casually.

"biu!"

A bullet grazed Gin's cheek, leaving a horrifying bloodstain that made Gin's distorted face even more frightening.

Gao Mo finally frowned and shifted the gun barrel away.

Almost at the same moment he was targeting Gin, he envisioned Gin becoming a Shinigami agent.

Being resurrected from the dead is indeed the key to becoming an agent.

Gin, like Takato Yoichi, is a candidate for agent, but he is ranked after Takato Yoichi.

(End of this chapter)