Conan: What's wrong with my Yan Shuangying's painting style?

Gin drank the red wine in the glass and then dropped it on the coffee table.

Suddenly, several cracks appeared on the body of the teacup, and it looked like it would break at any time.

The ace of the Black Organization's operations team said indifferently.

"Calvados is dead, so what? There's a report on him, so submit it yourself."

"Rum already knows about the situation here. He said his undercover agent in the police force just sent us new information about that urban legend..."

"According to the undercover agent, the name of the urban legend is [Yan Shuangying], an overseas Chinese, who lives in Chinatown!"

Gin's words immediately made Vermouth raise her eyebrows.

If nothing else, Vermouth was a little curious about the fact that the organization was actually planting undercover agents in other official forces.

In the past, Gin was the ace of the action team, flying around the world every day to fight against the traitors in the organization.

I never thought that Gin would receive intelligence from a police insider.

Vermouth shook the wine glass in her hand, letting the red wine inside sway slightly.

She looks like a socialite or a noble lady from somewhere, quite perfect and elegant.

But her other hand, which was a little unnatural, broke the feeling of perfect elegance.

"Really? What a murderous name, isn't it? Interesting man..."

she whispered.

"In that case, let's investigate in this direction."

"Oh, by the way, Gin, I found an interesting pattern."

Vermouth's words attracted Gin's attention.

Gin turned his head and looked at Vermouth, his face full of indifference and distrust.

"Yan Shuangying usually kills people only when the other party uses lethal force."

"Therefore, he would use verbal provocation and intimidation to determine whether the other party had the courage to actually shoot, and normally he would appear at the crime scene to disarm or kill the criminal."

"But some cases seem different. Yan Shuangying sometimes kills people in strange ways."

Vermouth's fingers tapped lightly on the wall of the red wine glass.

she said softly.

"In that case, the person he killed had a criminal history, but it wasn't committed within the last month."

"This is intriguing. If Yan Shuangying would kill criminals with a criminal history, why are there only a few such cases? Is Yan Shuangying seeking revenge for the victims harmed by these criminals?"

"...Moon Shadow Island?"

Gin's eyes narrowed.

Because all the information about Asai Narumi in the Metropolitan Police Department files that Vermouth transmitted to him was wrong.

So, he went straight to someone to investigate all the information about Asai Narimi, and finally confirmed that the so-called Asai Narimi did not exist at all, and only Asai Narimi existed.

Aso Shi is the son of the famous pianist Keiji Aso, who died in the accidental arson case on Tsukikage Island more than ten years ago.

As for all the deaths on Yueying Island, clues were later found to confirm that the first three people who died were the culprits who set fire to Keiji Aso more than ten years ago, and the reason was that Keiji Aso was unwilling to sell heroin for them.

The most coincidental thing is that after the police arrived, the people Yan Shuangying wanted to kill were found to be members of the original heroin manufacturing and trafficking group.

"Interesting... Really interesting."

A dangerous smile appeared on Gin's lips.

I have to say that the information provided by Vermouth this time was very useful.

At least it's much more useful than the completely wrong police file on Asai Narimi that wasted a lot of time and effort trying to find someone to investigate. If we continue the investigation along this line of thought...

"Catch them one by one, kill them one by one."

"I want to see how many people we kill before Yan Shuangying comes out to fight us!"

Gin, the ace of the organization's action team, stood up without hesitation.

He will now immediately start arranging the next task.

After all, investigation, kidnapping and murder will require manpower.

He planned to ask Rum for help and mobilize several peripheral members of the organization from the Tokyo metropolitan area near the Beika Town area to teach this guy, whom he hated more and more, a lesson that would be unforgettable!

Tick, tick, tick.

Gin's footsteps disappeared as the door opened and closed.

After making sure that Gin had left, Vermouth began to think about how she could kill Sherry without leaving any trace.

This woman stayed with Kudo Shinichi in case her true identity was discovered by the organization.

Then Kudo Shinichi's true identity will be exposed, and the Kudo family and the Mori family will all be eliminated by the organization. She must eliminate Shirley before she is discovered by other members of the organization.

"It's so frustrating... If only this woman could come out and die on her own..."

Vermouth pinched the red wine glass with her fingers and took a sip.

She whispered thoughtfully.

Suddenly, I had a plan.

"I don't think it's that difficult."

"It seems that Akemi Miyano once sent a floppy disk to Shiho Miyano. If we pretend that the floppy disk contains important information from Akemi Miyano, Shiho Miyano will definitely do whatever it takes to get it back... right?"

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"If they can find Asai Narimi, they can find you."

"I suggest you put this matter aside for now and stay out of the spotlight, just in case."

Nara Hikaru, who had changed into casual clothes, was standing in the corner outside the Poirot Café and communicating with someone.

After ending the call, he put the phone back in his pocket.

At this moment, a high school girl with spiky hair like horns was rushing down from upstairs. She seemed to be anxiously calling someone, but she didn't get any result.

Seeing Nara Hikaru standing there wearing plain glasses, she did not forget to say hello.

"Mr. Nara, good afternoon!"

Mao Lilan said.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Maori."

Nara Hikaru pushed up his plain glasses and replied.

Chapter 31 Japanese Public Security in Action

"Mr. Amuro, are you okay?"

Inspector Yuya Fumiaki of the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department asked with some concern.

Although with his usual serious expression and strict black-framed glasses, it is hard to feel that he really cares... However, Furuya Rei has almost understood Yuya Kazami's personality during this period of time.

Therefore, before Yuya Kazami continued to show concern or ask about the topic of physical condition.

Fūya Rei responded directly, interrupting Yuya Kazami's words of concern before they were even spoken.

"Of course, Yan Shuangying didn't intend to kill me, he just knocked me out."

"Tokyo is still in dire straits. I'm heartbroken enough that I wasted an entire night on such a small matter. I don't need to waste any more time on this."

He turned his gaze and looked at the empty seats of many police officers from the Ministry of Public Security.

Suddenly, Furuya Ling frowned slightly and asked.

"Mr. Kazami, may I ask what missions the other officers are carrying out?"

"I remember the Ministry of Public Security didn't have anything to deal with recently, right? At least when I took my people to the general telephone booth near the Chami-Cho train station, they all seemed to be free."

Hearing this, Kazami Yuya wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

He just shook his head and said with some guilt.

"Feel sorry."

...It seems that he is still busy with Yan Shuangying's affairs.

Because I mentioned the threat from Yan Shuangying, and because I was knocked unconscious by Yan Shuangying, the investigator's trust in me decreased. Did he simply bypass me and handle this special security incident related to the Black Organization?

Furiya Rei shook his head and patted Kazami Yuya's shoulder.

"Nothing, no need to apologize."

"I know the Inspector won't change his mind just because I ask you to tell him a few words."

"By the way, Mr. Kazami, is the Inspector still in the office?"

This question is still within the scope of what Feng Jianyu can answer.

He nodded and replied.

"Mr. Amuro, the investigator is still in the office."

"If you would like to speak to him about your position, please feel free to do so."

"Thank you."

Fūya Rei nodded slightly, thanked him, and walked directly towards the investigator's office.

He wanted to have a good talk with the investigator in person, and it would be best if he could get the investigator to change his mind.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Outside the Investigator's Office, footsteps were approaching.

Although he hadn't heard any knock on the door yet, the investigator was certain that the man was looking for him.

Therefore, he said indifferently.

"Come in."

Then he picked up the coffee that he hadn't finished drinking yet, put it to his lips and took a sip before putting it back where it belonged.