Conan, but the winery

"I didn't expect that he would be killed before he was silenced." Conan continued Vermouth's words.

"Yes, and the murderer also took the SD card away. I'm afraid he did it without knowing it..."

"I see."

Conan smiled.

"If the police catch the criminal before you do, the SD card will fall into the hands of the police. If the information is exposed at that time... wait!"

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and Conan realized something in an instant, and quickly asked:

"Your presence here today does not mean that you have an undercover agent in the police force?!

No, it should be you who helped one of your companions pretend to be a police officer in charge of the case. On the day of the police meeting, the member of the organization that I noticed was actually you!

Your purpose is to confirm whether your companion's disguise is successful. If it fails, you will continue to be undercover... Who is it? !

Who is the police officer you are pretending to be? Is the real police officer still alive?"

"We are both God and devil, because we want to reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life."

This sentence was said by Vermouth in the play. I always think that this should be the sentence closest to the core of the organization.

Chapter 8 I trust Xiaoqin to do things

"uh-huh……"

Looking at the anxious Conan, Vermouth raised her index finger and shook it with her usual mysterious smile on her face.

"I can't reveal too much, but... I can tell you that the man's code name is Ireland."

"Ireland?"

"Yes, a rich whiskey. As for what happens next, you have to investigate it yourself."

After saying that, Vermouth turned around, opened the door and got into the car.

"Ah, by the way..."

As if she suddenly remembered something, Vermouth rolled down the window, looked at Conan, and said in a meaningful tone:

"This is just a small help for you. A member has recently been transferred to the organization, a very, very dangerous member, especially to you.

Don’t let him find out your secret, or I can’t guarantee what he will do to you…”

"What did you say?" Conan asked in confusion.

His secret? Was it the mysterious shrinkage of his body?

"Purple pupils."

Vermouth pointed to her eyes.

"Purple pupils?"

"Eyes are as beautiful as amethyst. Be careful of those around you who have purple eyes."

After she finished speaking, Vermouth started the car and rushed out of the underground parking lot with a tail swing.

"Hey! Wait..."

"Goodbye~"

"What are you looking at, Conan?"

"Wow!"

In the detective agency, Kogoro Mouri went out for a meeting. Karasuma Ying, who had just finished washing the dishes, suddenly appeared behind Conan, scaring a certain elementary school student who was in deep thought on the sofa.

On the sofa, the information of the victims in the serial murders was scattered around. These were all brought back by Kogoro Mouri earlier.

"Huh? Is this some kind of puzzle?"

Karasuma Ying took a look, picked up one of the photos and asked curiously.

"Uh...ah, Sister Xiaoying, this is a case that Uncle Maori is helping the police with. I was just curious so I took it out to take a look. Please, Sister Xiaoying, don't tell Uncle Maori~"

Conan tried his best to act cute towards Karasuma Ying. If he didn't, he would be dunked by that old man again. It really hurt...

"No, Conan." Karasuma Ying smiled and touched Conan's head, "But remember to put your things back to where they were later, okay?"

"Ok, I know."

"But, speaking of it, I always feel that the person in this photo looks so familiar..." Wu Wanying looked at the photo in his hand and frowned slightly.

The photo shows a middle-aged woman with black hair and glasses.

"No, not just her. I seem to have seen the people in the other photos somewhere..."

Putting down the photo in his hand, Wu Wanying looked at the photos of other people and frowned even more.

"What?" Conan was stunned when he heard this. Has Wu Wanying actually seen these people in the photos?

His brain was working rapidly. Conan looked at Karasuma Ying who was in deep thought, thought carefully, and tried to say the clue that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Qixi, Jing..."

"Kyoto!" A light bulb went off in his head, and Karasuma Ying finally remembered.

"Two years ago, during the Qixi Festival, the Kyoto Hotel fire incident, my mother and I saw them!"

"Kyoto Hotel Fire Case? Sister Xiaoying, can you tell me about it?" Conan asked hurriedly.

"It was on Valentine's Day two years ago that an accidental fire broke out in a hotel in Kyoto. I remember that seven people escaped from the hotel, but one person was trapped in the hotel..."

"Seven people?" Conan suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are they the people in the photo?"

"Yes, I remember them." Wu Wanying looked at the six photos one by one and finally nodded.

When the fire broke out in the hotel, she and her mother were downstairs, so she saw with her own eyes the seven people escaping from the hotel.

Similarly, she also remembered that the police at the scene said that there was still a woman trapped in the hotel, and that there was a boy who was suspected to be the trapped woman's boyfriend and was crying and screaming downstairs and trying to rush upstairs.

"Wait, if there are seven people..." Conan looked at the six photos and his face became increasingly ugly.

Doesn't that mean another person will die?

But if there are only seven people, won’t the secret codes on the mahjong tiles not match?

"Dingling bell~"

Just then, the phone in the office suddenly rang, and Karasuma Ying hurried forward to answer it.

"Hello, this is Detective Maori... Eh? Mr. Maori?... Yeah, OK, I get it, um... Please be careful too."

After a conversation with Kogoro Mori on the other end of the phone, Karasuma Ying finally put down the phone with a serious expression.

"Sister Xiaoying, what did Uncle Maori say?" Looking at her like this, Conan's heart skipped a beat.

She turned around and said to Conan, "Mr. Maori said that another murder happened just now. He has to go to the scene with the police to check the situation. He will not be back for lunch."

"hateful!"

With a low growl, Conan turned around and ran out of the office at a high speed.

"I have to go out for something. I'll leave Sister Xiaoying's things on the sofa to you!"

"Eh? What about lunch..."

"Don't eat!"

In a car on the side of the road, Shirakawa Qing was lying in the driver's seat and called Gin.

"Moximoxi, Xiaoqin, please help me find someone."

On the other end of the phone, Gin was silent for a moment, then he spoke:

"Why don't you go find Ireland?"

Ireland is currently undercover with the police, so it should be easier to investigate someone, so why did they find him?

"Oh, because I suddenly realized that Ireland might be an undercover agent, and I'm a little worried."

"Undercover?"

Even through the phone, Shirakawa Qing could feel the instant chill in Gin's tone when he heard the word "undercover".

"Don't get excited, Xiaoqin. The organization is the most important. We still need him to undercover in the police department, so we can't kill him yet. At least we have to wait until we get the SD card back." Shirakawa Qing heard the voice and comforted Gin with a light tone.

"Hmm, how did you notice that?"

Bai Heqing smiled slightly and directly brought out the highest order.

He couldn't possibly say that it was because Ireland accidentally found out something he shouldn't have known that Bai Heqing wanted to find a reason to kill Ireland, right?

The secret of the medicine cannot be revealed without the boss's permission, even to Gin, whom he admires very much.

So they could only get rid of Ireland under the guise of undercover.

"I understand." Gin had no doubts when he heard the boss.

He would not doubt it, because since he joined the organization, Bai Heqing has been the most trusted cadre of the boss, no doubt about it.

It has never changed in more than ten years.

In the past, it was common for Baihe Qing to pass messages on behalf of the boss.

"After I get the SD card back in Ireland, I will get rid of him." Gin said. He naturally knew the purpose of Shirakawa Qing telling him this.

"Sorry to bother you, Xiaoqin, but remember not to use too much violence."

"Tsk..."

Gin pouted in displeasure and hung up the phone.

Bai Heqing also put down the phone with a relaxed look on his face.

He trusted Gin to do the job.

Ok?

anyway……

Baihe Qing always felt like he had forgotten something. It seemed like he was going to tell Xiaoqin... What was it?

Well, forget it. Old people are not in good spirits. I'd better sleep for a while and think about it later...