Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

"What's going on? Why are you making such a big fuss?"

Tohru Tono wiped his face with a wet tissue and asked in confusion.

"When you came in, did you feel like someone was watching you?" Conan's expression turned serious.

"Oh?"

Conan actually discovered the police officers lying in ambush outside?

“I felt something was off as I was walking down the street… There were a lot of people wearing baseball caps or leaning against the wall reading newspapers near this restaurant, and their occasional glances around looked just like those of private detectives.”

"I initially thought they were plainclothes police arresting criminals... but after coming in, I realized that most of their eyes were on you."

"You..." Conan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Did they do something illegal?

Considering the inventor's identity and the fact that he has an assistant who is proficient in biochemistry... could it be gene editing in humans? Or some other scientific achievement that violates human ethics?

Sigh, it would have been so much better to just be an honest detective, instead of venturing into other fields...

Conan's imagination runs wild in an instant.

"Hey, what weird thing are you thinking about?" Tohno saw the disgusted look on his face and felt that this guy was definitely making up stories about him. "It's nothing serious. The police just told me that I might be being watched by one of the prisoners I sent to jail recently, so they sent some plainclothes officers to protect me."

Tohru Tono gave him a half-truth and half-lies.

"What?" Conan exclaimed in shock.

So the problem lies with the detective profession? Unbelievable! Tokyo's security situation is terrible; how could such a problem even occur?

"Is it okay?"

"What's wrong? You're just worrying unnecessarily. The invention I carry with me can give me a fighting ability that's about the same as Xiaolan's."

"Huh?" Conan was surprised. He knew all too well that Ran could kick a telephone pole in half. Could she possibly achieve that level of skill with just an invention?

After pondering for a moment, Conan slowly spoke, "Um, there's something I'm not sure if I should say..."

"It's not appropriate to talk about it." Before he could finish speaking, Toru Tohno, who had already guessed the other person's thoughts, ruthlessly refused. "My things require at least the strength and agility of an adult to use, so you'd better not."

"Oh......"

A bit disappointed.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, go back now, lest Xiaolan think you can't empty your bladder."

"Don't say things like that to elementary school students!"

......

After dinner, I said goodbye to Ran and Conan.

Tohru Tono walked along the street lit by streetlights, pretending to be taking a walk after dinner.

He had no intention of returning to the villa; any extra attention would only bring unnecessary risks to the two employees in his household who were not in the public eye.

As he walked around a nearly deserted corner, he was indeed pressed against his waist by something cold.

"Shhh."

A deliberately lowered, deep voice sounded in his ear, "Don't panic, stay calm."

At first glance, it sounds like the police are rescuing hostages.

Tohru Tohru nodded obediently, glancing around at his surroundings.

The person behind him let out a soft chuckle.

"Don't pin your hopes on those idiot cops. I deliberately chose a blind spot in their surveillance before making my move."

Ah, as expected, if Conan can discover something, others can too.

The basic quality of Japanese police officers is indeed extremely low.

However, it's not entirely fair to say that, since ordinary police officers' experience and skills in both reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance are indeed difficult to compare with those of specially trained agents or undercover agents.

"This way." The person behind him carefully searched him and took Tohru Tohru's phone.

Of course, this is only the one that can withstand scrutiny. Any slightly more sensitive information is stored in the system space and will not be taken out when not in use.

Tohno had anticipated that his phone might be taken away, and to prevent poor Amuro from being exposed, he thoughtfully deleted his contact information and chat history with him.

They squeezed through the hole cut into the iron fence, and their figures disappeared into the box one after the other.

......

"What? The person who was tracking us has disappeared?"

Upon hearing the report from his subordinates, Amuro Tooru's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Yes... he walked into a small blind spot that we couldn't monitor, and then disappeared... By the time we realized something was wrong and went to check, he was long gone."

The subordinate's voice sounded a little guilty during the report; he had clearly made a boastful promise earlier...

"Alright, let's not talk about that for now. He was most likely taken away by the target. Quickly arrange for a few people to conduct a thorough search of the area and try to find any possible traces."

Amuro Tooru sat in the driver's seat of the Mazda, rubbing his temples to relieve a sudden, intense headache.

He had grown accustomed to his subordinates' foolishness... but in this situation, if Tohno Toru really got into trouble, he would be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life.

He sighed inwardly.

Let's just pray the police find some clues, and also pray that Tohru Tono is lucky enough...

He should have gone in person in this situation... but he really couldn't find the time today.

The rear door was slowly pulled open.

"Bourbon."

The person who came offered a cold, emotionless greeting.

Amuro Tooru turned his head and saw the familiar black coat, black top hat, and a face that revealed no emotion.

"Gin, what are you doing here?"

He quickly entered "Bourbon" mode, a disgusted smile appearing on his handsome, wheat-colored face.

He has a slight conflict with Gin, which is something all the members of the organization know.

“Of course I’m here to confirm the information with you,” Gin said, as the passenger door opened and the burly Vodka got in.

"What? So even the organization's 'cleaners' need my intelligence to get things done?"

Chapter 121 Imprisonment Play?

Gin gave a disdainful sneer: "Ha, 'the cleaner'? Is that what the rats in the organization are talking about behind my back?"

"Actually, that's already a embellished version of what I said; the original was even harsher—should I relay that to you?"

Gin continued to scoff, clearly dismissing such a statement.

"Speak, what brings you here?" Bourbon had no intention of continuing this pointless chatter, and Gin was not one to enjoy idle conversation either.

"Starlight, you can control her, right?"

Bourbon frowned upon hearing the name.

"what happened?"

"answer my question."

"I'm not your subordinate, there's no reason for me to..."

"This is the boss's order."

"..." That's just how Gin is. He always likes to use orders as a reason to pressure people because of his close relationship with the boss.

Unfortunately, Bourbon was powerless to do anything about this argument.

"It's about half and half. Although I have leverage over her, she also knows a great deal about everyone in our organization... and nobody knows exactly how much she knows."

"In order to prevent her from having any hidden tricks that could lead to a fight to the death, I actually dare not push her too hard."

After Amuro Tooru finished speaking, he saw Gin nod almost imperceptibly.

"So, in reality, you can't completely control her at all?"

"That's understandable."

Gin sneered: "And you even boasted to the boss..."

"Stop." Amuro Tooru made a "stop" gesture. "At least I successfully recruited her to cooperate with the organization, which brought huge benefits... That's much better than those who failed several times, right?"

"..." Gin's expression was not good.

The fact that he was nearly killed by "Starlight" twice in his attempts to fight back has been a long-standing worry for him.

Those members of the organization who knew about this often mocked him about it, even those who weren't afraid of death. He was extremely annoyed by it, but he had no way to refute it.

Getting angry has almost become a conditioned reflex.

His tone grew colder: "No matter what, find her and do everything you can to prevent her from contacting the outside world for the next few days."

"Unable to contact the outside world?" The strange request made Amuro Tooru raise an eyebrow. "What exactly happened?"

"This is not something you are authorized to handle. Complete the task I have assigned you."

After Gin finished speaking, he simply opened the car door and got out.

Seeing this, Vodka nodded to Amuro Tooru and followed him down.

In two steps at a time, I first got onto the driver's seat of the Porsche 356A to warm up the engine.

In some of the cramped spaces, only Amuro Tooru remained.

A faint smell of tobacco lingered in the air. Amuro Tooru rolled down the car window, letting the crisp, sweet wind dispel the sinful scent left by Gin.

Why would the boss suddenly set such a strange task?

Is there a "not enough permissions" message? Does it mean I haven't fully gained access to the boss yet?

The mission is to prevent "Starlight" from contacting the outside world?

Amuro Tooru can't think of any other solution besides imprisonment.