Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Kazami Yuya recognized the figure at a glance, but he was more concerned about the figure in the other person's hand, as were the FBI trio next to him.

"Mr. Furuya!?"

"Akai!"

Black Death dragged the two corpse-like figures forward.

This caused both sides to instinctively draw their pistols in response.

"do not move!"

"What makes you think that you can outdo these two just by having a gun?"

Black Death's seemingly innocuous rhetorical question subtly conveyed sarcasm and threat.

When he got to Conan's side, he kicked him again, sending him several meters forward until he was right at the feet of the FBI trio. This showed everyone how Kokushiki managed to bring out the third person while only holding one person. Then he threw Akai Shuichi and Amuro Tooru to his teammates on either side.

"Get lost, this is none of your business."

"what?"

While hurriedly picking up their captains and checking their condition, both sides felt a sense of confusion and bewilderment about the current situation.

Black Death didn't reply; he simply looked up at the Ferris wheel.

"almost."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost all the lights in the amusement park went out at the same time.

Not only the lights, but also all other facilities, including the Ferris wheel, came to a halt, immediately causing a disturbance that affected the plane carrying Gin and his companions.

It is even less likely to be detected.

This is Gin's true purpose.

When the Ferris wheel car I was in in Curaçao reached the top.

The entire train carriage was packed up and taken away by plane.

It's worth mentioning that before this, it had already been confirmed that Curaçao's memory had been fully restored—after knocking out Kazami Yuya and taking his phone, she immediately contacted Vermouth to confirm the authenticity of the text message.

Of course, these were all comments made by Vermouth in the team's internal communication channel.

Sano wasn't entirely clear on the specifics, but he was certain of one thing:

Gin's plan failed.

Because Curaçao was no longer in that carriage.

This isn't just because Sano saw it; Kazami Yuya is currently down there.

It was because Sano saw it with his own eyes.

Curaçao detached from the carriage, but the reason for his departure remains unknown.

However, it didn't matter to Sano, because he was very clear about what he wanted to do.

Defusing bombs and rescuing people.

The bomb disposal goes without saying, and it has already been completed; the rescue operation is what we're doing.

Curaçao.

Chapter 643 Gin: Another new plane gone?

As for the danger factors of Curaçao, putting aside the pros, the only possible ones are the cons. Sano is quite experienced in this kind of thing... Hmm?

Has it happened that many times? I don't think so, but it just feels like...

Extremely skilled?

After shaking his head, Sano got up and squinted at the Osprey helicopter approaching overhead... But there was another thing besides that he couldn't quite understand and really wanted to complain about.

That was the report on the list of undercover agents.

It is said that this list of undercover agents includes information on undercover agents of global intelligence organizations within the brewery, which is known to the Japanese Public Security Bureau. However, even including Amuro Tooru, who is one of their own, there are only five people in total. Among them is Rena Mizunashi, an old acquaintance, while the other three are working abroad.

Even if we leave that aside...

Curaçao sent the list of undercover agents to Rum via text message.

But it was only half of what was transmitted, or rather, more than half.

The code names of the three undercover agents, plus the phrase "Bourbon and Kiel, whom you care about."

It ended abruptly.

He said that he accidentally sent the message before finishing typing it during the race, and that there was no problem.

But these two people just had to add unnecessary details.

Sano simply couldn't understand why they couldn't just do the same thing as the previous three.

Why not just send out all five code names at once?

Why do we have to give these two special treatment?

Sano couldn't help but wonder if Curaçao was doing this on purpose.

In short, even if problems arise later after this series of actions, it will be very difficult to overturn the case unless new evidence is presented.

Otherwise, Amuro Tooru, Mizunashi Rena, and Conan would all be fine.

Well, Conan, Sano knows perfectly well that this kid has Curaçao's original phone. He knows who sent that text message.

As for whether Vermouth knew about it, and whether Curaçao reported it truthfully.

Sano can only say that it's not important.

Because, in reality, Curaçao can only be considered an "enemy".

Looking at the Osprey helicopter again, a large clamp, whether it was added later or was already there, was sticking out from under the helicopter.

It clamped onto the top empty carriage.

But as soon as the carriage was forcibly pulled out, Gin realized something was wrong.

"Vodka, activate thermal imaging!"

"Okay, brother!"

On a display screen on the dashboard, thermal imaging showed that the car that had been pulled out was indeed empty—"Damn it!"

Gin's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Curaçao has betrayed us. Find her and eliminate her!"

"Yes!"

After spending a few seconds zooming in on the thermal imaging, Vodka reported: "There are still six people inside the Ferris wheel, four of whom are children, and only one woman, most likely Curaçao, but..."

"But what!"

Gin, who hates nagging, asked impatiently.

"But the shape of this person seems a little off..."

……shape??

Gin glanced at it—the role of thermal imaging is mostly to locate enemies and make it easier to grasp the situation; it's not very convenient for searching for specific targets.

It mainly depends on the level of understanding, the distinctiveness of the target characteristics, and the basic number of objects.

Like this time.

There were six targets in total, only one of whom was an adult woman, and her characteristics matched those of Curaçao.

If you want to find it, don't rush it.

The one Vodka was referring to was the one at the top of the Ferris wheel whose gender was indistinguishable.

That's right, you can't tell if it's a man or a woman.

Her figure appears to be of normal height and slenderness, but it is unusually rounded.

The edges are so smooth that it's as if it's not wearing clothes or having long hair.

Wait a moment.

suddenly.

A figure flashed through Gin's mind, and he quickly pressed himself against the window to look with his naked eye.

as predicted.

The person at the top of the Ferris wheel was someone Gin would never forget, and because the helicopter was also above, the two sides were very close.

Gin could even sense it.

Beneath that mask, a pair of eyes were staring at him through the window.

"Black Mask..."

Gin's expression immediately turned ugly.

Is this guy also here for Curaçao, or something else?

Curaçao itself defected to that side?

Without a second thought, Gin, while having the vodka increase the altitude, reached into his pocket, pulled out the bomb remote control, and pressed it without hesitation.

"Let's turn to ashes together with Curaçao!"

At this moment, Gin felt that his decision to have Vermouth plant the bomb on the Ferris wheel in advance was absolutely correct. Not only could it silence the traitor, but it could also get rid of this long-standing headache. Although it didn't hurt all the time, it always hurt from time to time, like a thorn stuck in his flesh that he couldn't get rid of completely.

Remove it completely.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Goodbye, Kurosawa!

However, Gin's sinister smile had barely appeared on his face when he sensed something was wrong.

...Why hasn't it exploded yet?

Gin pressed the button twice more, but there was still no response.