My lover is this organization

"Then how do they communicate with you?" Conan asked again.

"Face-to-face interview."

"Where is the interview location?"

"The location is..." Nakajima swallowed his saliva, recalled carefully, and then slowly said, "The place where I met them was at the big uh... ugh..."

He suddenly found himself speechless.

"Where is it?!" Conan was hiding in the corner and couldn't see what was happening outside. Eager to get information, he repeated it again.

At this moment, a terrified scream like agate breaking through glass exploded in the front desk hall.

Conan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He immediately stuck his head out and took a look, and was stunned.

Nakajima was standing there blankly between the two policemen, with a dazzling and bright red thread quietly forming around his neck.

Then, accompanied by a snap, the head that was still on the neck the last second suddenly fell off!

In an instant, a huge amount of boiling blood gushed out from the smooth incision like a hundred-meter-high fountain, reaching the ceiling!

Nakajima was actually silenced!

And it happened right under everyone's noses!

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Normally I update twice a day, and each update is 2k, but today I accidentally got too excited writing... and then I found that I didn't know where to break the chapter, so I just combined two chapters into one...

Huh? This is good, it makes the number of chapters even again, right?

Chapter 169 Night Chapter

“The brain…the head fell off ahhhh!”

Someone's terrified scream suddenly echoed throughout the front desk hall.

In the center of the crowd, Nakajima's headless body was still standing there, his head rolling quietly to the ground like a ball, with some horror and confusion still on his face. Between the smoothly cut neck, a large amount of scarlet hot blood spurted out from the carotid artery like a hundred-meter-high fountain in front of a five-star hotel, and after rushing to the ceiling, it splashed around with great force.

Red rain carrying a strong smell of blood fell from the sky. The two Metropolitan Police Department officers who were so scared that they fell down on the left and right sides of the corpse stared at the scene blankly, with disbelief written all over their faces, not realizing that they were sitting in the "rain curtain" and were stained bright red.

Some of the timid ones fainted after the first glance.

Those with better psychological endurance immediately screamed at extremely high decibels, but they were still strong enough not to fall down.

Even those players who were already accustomed to all kinds of horror games covered their mouths at this time, resisting the urge to vomit.

After all, no matter how bloody the scenes in horror games are, they are only visual stimulation. But in reality, there is not only visual stimulation, but also olfactory stimulation. The extremely strong smell of blood can be an extremely fatal mental blow to any game geek who is used to sitting in front of the computer.

A terrifying hellish scene descended upon this space.

In an instant, the entire front desk hall was in chaos.

Inspector Megure is worthy of being a veteran detective with decades of experience. Faced with such a bizarre and outrageous emergency, he reacted immediately and made the most correct decision.

"Everyone, don't panic. Everyone stand still and look around to see if there are any suspicious people with weapons. If you find any, disperse and move away immediately!" he said loudly.

The first two sentences were actually quite reliable, but the last two sentences exposed the fact that the inspector himself was actually quite confused.

After all, the people closest to Nakajima when he died were the two Metropolitan Police Department officers who were sitting on the ground, one on each side. Is it possible for someone to kill the person they are protecting with a single knife in front of the police in public and not be noticed by others...?

This behavior was just like being lightly brushed by the scythe of the god of death, and was given the command of "death" and "cut off".

"Brother Chiba, Takagi, and Shiratori, you split up and search! If you see a similar suspect, bring him here immediately! You can take action if necessary!" Officer Megure gave the order with a grim face.

"Yes!"*3

Outside the frantic crowd, Conan stood blankly in a safe little corner, and the bow voice changer in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

He suddenly realized a problem.

Nakajima didn't have to die.

Because even after it was revealed that Nakajima was the one who traded with the Black Organization and sent the bomb by mistake, nothing happened. However, he was killed when he was about to reveal the meeting place with the Black Organization members... No, it should be said that he died.

Kill is a verb. To be killed, there must be an executor. But now they didn’t even see who did it!

Among so many people at the scene, there was only one person who had this motive!

Conan turned his head suddenly and scanned the panicked and chaotic crowd with angrily. Soon he found his target among the crowd.

Qin Wuque!

What made Conan even angrier was that this guy was actually looking at him with his head tilted, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, full of sarcasm.

As if to say - yes, that's right, it was me who did it, what can you do to me~

Damn, there is no doubt that Nakajima was the one who killed him, but how did he do it?

Piano wire? Or steel wire?

But if you are using piano wire or steel wire, you must arrange it in advance and there must be no obstacles in the middle.

And even if the thread could bypass the obstacle through some mechanism, it would definitely leave traces of the arrangement. Where would those traces be? What method did he use to do it?

"Conan, why are you here?"

Just when Conan's brain was working at full capacity, he suddenly felt his hand being gently held by a familiar and soft hand. He looked up and saw that it was Xiaolan.

"Lan...sister?"

Conan stared blankly at this girl who was obviously very scared but still pretended to be an adult and forced herself to use a calm tone to blame him.

Before she could feel moved, he suddenly reacted, grabbed Xiaolan and dragged her into the corner.

In a hurry, he didn't even bother to change to a child's tone: "Sister Xiaolan, please don't go out. It's very dangerous outside now!"

"But Dad..." Xiaolan hesitated.

"Uncle will be fine, believe me." Conan said firmly.

Although it was completely against his logic to gamble Uncle Maori's life on the enemy's conscience, he had no choice but to do so as the gap in force between the two sides was too great.

Moreover, the look Qin Wuque gave him just now clearly told him that he already knew that he was the one behind everything, and that Uncle Maori was simply an incompetent detective who knew nothing, so it was unlikely that he would attack Uncle Maori.

unless……

At this time, Gao Mu's voice sounded from the crowd not far away.

"Reporting to the police, the search is complete, no suspicious persons were found!"

Then Chiba's voice was heard.

"Report to the police chief, I don't see any suspicious people here!"

Finally, it’s Inspector Shiratori.

Theoretically, he and Inspector Megure were of the same rank, so of course he couldn't shout "Report to the Inspector" like Takagi and Chiba. He just returned to Inspector Megure after a thorough search and shook his head silently.

After receiving the reply, Inspector Megure remained silent for a long time, and finally shook his head, lowering his head as if somewhat unwilling.

“…I see.” He let out a long breath.

It seems that this matter can only be handled by the public security personnel...Inspector Megure thought.

But he said, "I'm sorry to scare you all. For some reasons, please go back today. I just ask you to keep the things that happened in the Mika Hotel confidential for the time being. Please don't spread any remarks that may cause panic on the Internet or in your daily life. As for this incident, our police will conduct further investigations and bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, and give you a clear answer as soon as possible."

In other words - we can't solve the case in a short time, and it's not good to keep you here, so everyone should go back first.

Following the inspector's order, many emotions that had been suppressed in the front desk hall suddenly burst out.

Some people head straight to the restroom as soon as they exit the hall.

Some left crying loudly and were supported by their friends.

Qin Wuque also wandered among the crowd and left the Rice Flower Hotel slowly with Mingmei and Shirley.

When he was far away from the hotel entrance and the crowd around him thinned out a little, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

"Hello~ Captain Qin has good news for you. Tequila is dead, Nakajima is also dead, but our bar is saved."

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The second update is loading~~~

Wuhu~My sister Yaya’s action figures finally arrived today, I am so happy.

By the way, I see a lot of people putting figures in computer cases, but... aren’t they afraid of them melting?

Chapter 170 Five Colors of Wine

After leaving the Beika Hotel, Qin Wuque strolled leisurely on the street with Mingmei and Shirley. He casually called Gin.

"Captain Qin, I have good news for you. Tequila is dead, Nakajima is also dead, but our bar is saved."

Tequila dead?

Who is Nakajima?

The silver-haired beauty on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking slowly: "What are you talking about? Do you mean you killed Tequila?"

"No, it was Nakajima who killed Tequila. To be precise, it was Takeshita who killed Tequila." Qin Wuque corrected.

However, if he said this to Mingmei and Shirley beside him, they might be able to understand it, but to the silver-haired beauty on the other end of the phone who had no idea what was happening at the trial exhibition, it was no different from a cross-server chat.

No, there is nothing like that, it's just cross-server chatting.

She didn’t even know who Nakajima was, so how come a Takeshita suddenly appeared?

We have the mid and bottom, so will we have the top and jungle? Then is there any support?

"I don't know who Nakajima is, and I don't know who Takeshita is. You have to tell me the whole story in detail, otherwise I won't understand." Captain Qin said patiently.

In fact, under normal circumstances, as the head of the organization's executive department, it would be impossible for her to be in such an embarrassing situation.

Because all the tasks assigned by the executive department will first pass through her as the minister before being handed over to a specific member of the organization, including all the personal information about the target of contact investigated by the intelligence department, etc. It would definitely not be the case that she doesn't even know the names of the people around the target when they are mentioned.

The reason for this situation, after all, is Tequila's own problem.

——Because this guy looks down on everyone and only licks Rum. All the tasks are assigned directly by Rum, and in the end, all Gin gets is a task execution report.

As a result, not only did the mission fail, but the people were also blown into pieces. Of course, there would be no mission completion report reaching Captain Qin.

"Okay~ To put it simply..." Qin Wuque shrugged and told the whole story in detail.

Including his own purpose of going to the trial exhibition, Tequila's purpose of going to the trial exhibition, the reason why Tequila was killed in the explosion, and why he wanted to silence Nakajima, etc.

The silver-haired beauty on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and after digesting it a little, she said lightly: "I know. If Rum asks about this matter, I will explain it to him. But your judgment is very correct. All factors that may lead to the leakage of organizational intelligence should be eliminated at the first time. Although it is a bit regrettable, if you don't kill Nakajima in time, I can only blow up the organization's base in the Daikoku Building. And... I think you should not have revealed the truth in front of those policemen, right?"

"Of course not!" Qin Wuque answered in a light tone, but he couldn't help but feel a little amused in his heart.

He thought that even if Rum knew that Tequila was dead and wanted to take advantage of the situation to question him, he would have to have the channel to do so. Now both the leader of the Qin group and his mobile phone number have blocked Rum, and he will not answer any strange calls without reason. How will Rum ask? Will he go to him and ask him face to face?

I'm not afraid of being killed by him...

"Well, that's good." After receiving Qin Wuque's affirmative reply, the silver-haired beauty calmed down a little and then hung up the phone.

However, less than half a minute after the call was hung up, just when Qin Wuque had finished scrolling through all the APP push notifications in the message notification bar and was about to put the phone back into his pocket, the familiar phone ringtone rang again.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the caller ID on the phone screen, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

It was actually Captain Qin who called. Is there something he forgot to say?

Wow~ Could it be that Captain Qin has also entered menopause early and started to forget things?

Of course, Qin Wuque only dared to complain about this in his heart. If he really said it out loud, he might be forced to drink a cup of sleeping tea for no reason one day and pass out on the spot. When he woke up, he was tied to a rack, and right opposite him, the leader of the piano band was sitting on a chair with a six-barreled machine gun in front of him, shooting at him wildly.

While repeatedly reminding himself in his heart not to be rude, Qin Wuque pretended to be calm and answered the phone, saying in a very businesslike voice: "What's wrong, Captain Qin, is there anything else?"

The silver-haired beauty didn't bother to pay attention to this guy's intermittent convulsions and asked straight to the point: "Where are you now?"

"Here at the Rice Flower Hotel, on the sidewalk, on the way home... Captain Qin, which one do you want to listen to?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm just asking casually." Gin's tone was as calm as ever, but now there was a hint of confusion. "Are you free tonight? If you are free, come to the organization's base, if you don't want me to be forced to tell Rum your home address."

"Ah? Why?" Qin Wuque was stunned, not figuring out the direct connection between the two things.

This is not a school. If you don’t attend classes on time, the teacher will visit your home?

"Because Rum has already learned about Tequila's death, and he just called me." said the silver-haired beauty.