I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Then Ming... Where is Miyano Akemi now?"

"At the moment, I have arranged for her to stay at another hotel in Tokyo," said Serabelle. "It's quite close to the Metropolitan Police Department, so it's relatively safe. But she'll only stay for one night. I'll move her to another hotel tomorrow."

After that, he told Akai Mary in detail how Conan was actually Kudo Shinichi, who Kudo Shinichi was, and who Dr. Agasa was to Kudo Shinichi, as well as Miyano Akemi's upcoming moving plan.

Because the amount of information was a bit too much, Sera Masumi was a little confused.

Fortunately, Akai Mary understood it after hearing it the first time and nodded.

"It's the right choice. After all, we have only been in contact with her for a short time and cannot fully understand her true thoughts. It is necessary to isolate the risk and observe from a distance for the time being. However--"

She lowered her eyes slightly and kicked the large suitcase full of banknotes on the ground.

"Take some of this with you when the time comes. You don't have to bring it all at once. You can bring it in batches. Just think of it as paying for rent and living expenses. If you are targeted by that organization, even finding a job will be a very dangerous thing."

"learn."

Serabelle agreed immediately. In fact, he would have done the same even if Akai Mari hadn't said so.

"And one more thing."

Akai Mari called him, with a look of wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it.

"…If you can, help me take care of her as much as possible."

Chapter 40 Ah~ Shirley

At the same time, in Tokyo, in an industrial park in the suburbs more than ten kilometers away from Beika-cho, a completely black Porsche 356A with its headlights on was speeding through the bumpy dirt road. The tires were bumpy but the body of the car remained stable, obviously having very good shock absorption performance.

To be honest, this picture is really weird.

Because this is an almost abandoned industrial park. Unlike the dock warehouse mentioned earlier, the reason why this place is abandoned is not because the land is bad or something, but simply because the owner of this industrial park... is too stingy.

While other industrial parks have long entered the modern era and paved their own park roads with clean, tidy and durable asphalt roads, the industrial park here still uses the most primitive dirt roads.

It was fine on a sunny day, except for a few more potholes, it was still usable normally. Anyway, the huge dump truck doesn't mind a few bumps.

But on rainy days, the ground is so muddy that even dump trucks can't get in. The goods that were originally scheduled to be shipped out on the same day have to be stockpiled.

All in all, it's inconvenient.

Over time, except for a few small factories that took advantage of the cheap rent, all the other manufacturers moved out one after another.

It's amazing that a classic sports car like the Porsche 356A passed by in such a run-down place. It's just like a rich guy wearing custom-made Armani clothes ran into a dark and unlicensed shop with questionable hygiene conditions that even poor guys wouldn't want to go to, sat down on a small stool that might still have brine dripping on it, and started to show off his nine-turn large intestine from the pig feed bucket.

It's too weird in every sense.

After passing another exit, the Porsche turned left, and the beams of white light instantly illuminated the road ahead.

In comparison, the flickering street lights on both sides of the road cannot be said to be completely useless, but they are better than nothing.

"Coming."

Gin held the steering wheel with one hand with a calm expression, ignoring the blood dripping from his right hand, and spoke without any emotion.

He is definitely the kind of person who has the final say in the organization. Those who dared to ignore or look down on him have now all been lying on the ground.

But this time, more than five seconds had passed since the words were spoken, and there was still no response from inside the car.

Gin glanced towards the passenger seat, only to see that Vodka, who had been able to speak normally when he got in the car, had lost consciousness at some point. Now he could only lean his body with his head against the car window, his chin slightly open, with a thin silver line trailing from the corner of his mouth, looking very sad. It was probably because the anesthetic had spread throughout his body.

Tsk, this embarrassing thing...

Gin, who was using bloodletting to alleviate the symptoms of anesthesia, couldn't help but mutter in his heart. He endured the hysteresis brought by the anesthetic and slowly stepped on the brakes.

On the left hand side in front is a factory building that looks as dilapidated as the surrounding scenery.

The car slowed down and turned in without turning on the turn signal. The door of the factory was open. Looking inside, there were dozens of sewing machines neatly arranged inside. It felt like a textile factory.

There were a few large characters painted on the top of the factory building, but they had become blurred after years of erosion by wind and rain, but the beginning could still be vaguely seen as something like "Kusuma".

There is another building at the back, which used to be an area for staff dormitories and restaurants, but it is now deserted. The windows of the dormitory hall on the first floor are broken, the ground is covered with dust, and glass fragments and some abandoned wooden boards are scattered around.

The Porsche drove around the factory and stopped in front of the building.

Gin turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake, lowered the window slightly to allow air to circulate, then pulled out the car keys and threw them on the dashboard, pushed open the car door, and left the car.

I walked up the stairs and into the first floor lobby of the building. In the dark space, only a faint light was lit by the wall.

That is the control panel of the barrier-free elevator.

It is hard to imagine that there is still electricity in this uninhabited building that has obviously been abandoned for who knows how many years. No... it should be said that there is still an intact elevator that can function normally.

This is even more incredible than a Porsche on a muddy track or a rich guy sitting in a black shop and showing off his nine-turn large intestine.

But Gin seemed to be used to it. He pressed the button to call the elevator, waited for the elevator to descend, open the door, enter, and then wait for the elevator door to close.

Half a minute later, accompanied by a crisp ding sound, the elevator that reached the fourth floor of the building slowly stopped.

The elevator door opened, and bright light from outside shone into the small, square metal space.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, and what appeared before his eyes was a scene that other factories in the entire industrial park dared not even imagine.

Several researchers in white coats were walking quickly outside the elevator door, each holding a freshly printed paper report that still smelled of ink.

Glass screens that connect the ceiling and the floor form offices and separate the space of the entire floor.

Each office is equipped with various scientific research instruments and at least two computers with lighted screens, and constant temperature and moisturizing equipment is running stably.

Everyone has their own responsibilities. Some are responsible for conducting experiments, some are responsible for recording data, and some are responsible for summarizing and submitting the data.

Gin was too lazy to pay attention to all this. He was not from the scientific research department, nor was he responsible for managing the progress of the scientific research department. He came here just to bandage his wounds in the infirmary.

But just as he walked out of the elevator and left in the opposite direction of several staff members who had passed by the elevator entrance, he suddenly heard a few low exclamations behind him, accompanied by the sound of an office door opening and then slamming shut.

Then there was a rapid sound of high heels stepping on the ground, coming from far away and getting closer with strong personal emotions and purpose.

It's for myself.

Gin sneered in his heart, stopped and turned back.

Pushing aside several researchers in the corridor and walking towards him was a very young woman, one could even call her a girl. She had a pretty face and even with her slightly mature brown wavy short hair, she looked no more than twenty years old. She was wearing a red knitted long-sleeved pullover. Her slender figure could be vaguely seen even under the white coat that concealed her figure. Her facial features were delicate, but contained an undisguised murderous intent.

"Where is my sister now!?"

The first question he asked was straight to the point.

"You should ask your sister herself about her affairs. How would I know?" Gin twitched the corner of his mouth emotionlessly.

"How dare you say you don't know?!" The brown-haired girl took out her phone and showed the contents of the text message. "My sister sent me a text message at 6pm saying that she would meet you to negotiate with you... and the wound on your arm, it must be a gunshot wound, what on earth did you do to my sister!!!"

"Haha, don't make that expression, Shirley. I didn't do anything. I just met with her as she wished and rejected her request. It's just that a small accident happened during the meeting. As for whether she is still alive now, I can't say."

It was rare for Gin to speak such a long string of words, and he finally glanced at the brown-haired girl.

"Well, it's your freedom to think whatever you want. I've already told you the truth. But if you have any second thoughts about the organization, I don't mind sending you down to reunite with your sister."

Chapter 41: Simple Shirley

Gin left soon after.

After simply treating his wound, he left the R&D department without looking back. He came and went freely throughout the whole process, and ordered the medical staff in the health room at will. He had no intention of saying hello to the person in charge here, and his arrogant attitude remained the same as before.

At the same time, it is still the corridor on the R&D floor.

"Director Xue, forget it, forget it..."

"Yeah, there's no need to quarrel with that guy Gin. Everyone in the organization knows that he is the craziest dog in the executive department. He bites everyone he sees."

"Yeah yeah."

The brown-haired girl became more and more annoyed listening to the flattery from her subordinates behind her, who had not dared to make a sound just now but were now more eloquent than the others and shared the same hatred for the enemy.

It is true that those who are recruited by the organization are people who have something, but this something can be more or less.

The strength of an ability is relative. The same ability may be unmatched in a small private company, but if it is placed in the top 100 companies in the world, it may just barely pass the passing threshold.

That’s why there is the saying “It’s better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix”.

But what should you do if your abilities are not outstanding in the current environment, but you do not plan to change your environment and still want to be promoted?

Of course it's flattery.

After all, even in the scientific community, which is rigorous and requires no sloppiness, toasting leaders is still an elective course that accounts for a large proportion, and can even be compared with some compulsory courses.

But right now, these guys are obviously the kind who took the elective but didn't study it well.

"Shut up."

The clear, low and delicate voice made the subordinates behind her shut up instantly. Miyano Shiho suppressed all the emotions in her heart and frowned.

"Go do your own thing and don't bother me unless it's about work."

“…Yes…Yes.”

Realizing that their flattery had backfired, several researchers following behind immediately fell silent, looked at each other, made an internationally accepted friendly gesture with their eyes, and then shut up silently.

Miyano Shiho has a cold personality and doesn't like talking to people every day. She was too lazy to argue with them. She snatched the research report from one of them, turned around, pushed open the office door and walked in.

As the head of the scientific research department of the organization's Japanese branch, her office is naturally different from that of other ordinary researchers.

In addition to newer and more advanced equipment, the most important point is privacy.

After entering the office and closing the door heavily, Miyano Shiho tapped a few times on the control panel next to the door frame.

"Privacy mode" is turned on. As the glass walls on all four sides of the office are rapidly heated by the heating wires hidden inside, the color of the glass quickly changes from its original colorless and transparent color to black, blocking all views from the outside.

After finishing all this, the girl came to her desk which was piled with various reports and comparative data, and sighed softly.

call……

The next second, she seemed to have lost all her strength. Without any warning, her body softened and she fell into the office chair behind her.

The girl was so lithe that she could easily lift the office chair even if it wasn't a reinforced chair for obese people, so she only slid back a short distance before stopping.

"elder sister……"

Raising her arm to her forehead to block the light from overhead, Miyano Shiho murmured the name that had been closest to her since childhood.

Because her parents died very early, it is not an exaggeration to say that she grew up relying on Miyano Akemi. But now the only person she can rely on in this world is missing, and great panic and irritability fill the heart of the 18-year-old girl.

Even the research reports that I used to be able to read for a whole day with a cup of coffee now seem so unsightly that I can't even read a title, a word, or a punctuation mark.

However, Miyano Shiho is not stupid. Living under the shadow of the organization since she was a child, she has matured from a very young age and understands many things.

Gin is a guy who is more... more loyal than anyone else in the organization. Although he has a bad temper and personality, his character and bottom line are so bad that he would even harm a child as long as there are task targets from above.

However, he has only one advantage, which is honesty.

Oh no, it's not honesty to be precise, it's just that I simply don't like lying.

Although the news of Akemi's life and death made her very anxious, Miyano Shiho still gave some clues from her previous conversation with Gin.

That is, the former did meet Mingmei and negotiated with her, but this negotiation, which was doomed to fail, was interrupted halfway by some external factors.

Given Gin's personality, he naturally launched a counterattack immediately, but was beaten back and had to return in defeat.

At the same time, his sister Mingmei should not have died directly in this conflict. Maybe she ran away, or was captured by a third party who was trying to disrupt the situation.

In short, there is still a possibility of survival, and this possibility is not small.

In that case, I just need to apply for the use of the organization's executive department to conduct a search, and I should be able to find it by then.

In exchange, I promised that I would develop that fantastic drug as quickly as possible.

As long as I can get my sister back, everything will be worth it...

In the office, the genius girl, who was still named Miyano Shiho, thought so naively.

……

On the other side, at 2-22, Beika-cho.

"Good night, Doctor. I'm going back now!"

"Oh! Shinichi, please go slower on your way back!"

The sound of conversation broke the silence of the night sky.

Looking at the numerous villas in the area, the entrance door of a round two-story villa with a style completely different from other modern or European buildings was opened from the inside. Conan, who had just discussed with Professor Agasa about Miyano Akemi, put on his shoes and hurried towards the direction of the Mori Detective Agency.

But a voice from behind called him again, and a fat old man who looked exactly like the one in the photo that Serabelle had seen in the car earlier came running out from the living room in pajamas and slippers.