Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

The Prime Minister's wife and her children walked into the venue of the "Masked Rider Exhibition" surrounded by bodyguards with smiles on their faces.

"Wow! It's Kamen Rider!"

When the children saw the staff dressed as Kamen Rider, they immediately ran over.

"Ah!" The bodyguards around shouted and hurriedly followed. The plainclothes policemen also chased after him in panic.

The Prime Minister's children gathered around Kamen Rider, and a staff member dressed as Kamen Rider happened to make a transformation gesture.

"Transform!"

The children around them, like the Prime Minister's children, stretched their hands to their sides and made the same transformation pose. The Prime Minister's wife, surrounded by bodyguards, looked at them with a smile.

……

The scene in the conference hall was projected on the big screen in the villa's living room.

Looking at the five monitors in front of him, M suppressed his laughter and said into the microphone on his headset: "...Although the work started hastily, the images from the monitors in the venue are still very clear, and there are no problems with the sound. The remote control operation has also passed the rehearsal test in the abandoned factory, and the target will enter the venue soon."

The person he was talking to seemed to say something to him. M pressed a few keys on the keyboard, and the picture changed from the Prime Minister's child to Conan standing alone in the middle of the venue.

"Ahh, the bomb is standing there alone."

Conan had an innocent expression on his face.

……

Two nights ago

In a certain neighborhood in the city, Kondo was dining with Kanae. Pedestrians holding umbrellas hurried past on the street, and the traffic jam under the overpass had been going on for a while, and the traffic was not moving. The lights of the distant buildings became even more hazy in the rain.

Kanae drank red wine and looked out through the window that was being hit by raindrops. The candlelight on the table was flickering, and Kondo was sitting opposite her. Kondo seemed to be thinking about something.

Kanae cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth. Kondo remained silent, just picking up the piece of meat with her fork, and remained silent for several minutes.

“Is it not tasty?”

"No." Kondo suddenly came to his senses and began to put the meat into his mouth. Seeing Kanae staring at him, he put another piece into his mouth in a somewhat concealed manner. However, no matter how you look at it, he looks absent-minded.

"Do you hate me?" Kanae asked firmly.

"Eh?! Ahem..."

Kondo opened his eyes wide, coughed a few times because of choking on the food, and quickly drank a big gulp of water and beat his chest to calm himself down.

"Why do you say that?"

"…You've been acting strange these past few days. I'm worried."

"Nothing, sorry to bother you."

"Is it marital depression?" Kanae looked at Kondo with some confusion.

When two people decide to get married, they are still very happy, but somehow, they gradually become depressed. This is called marriage depression. Kanae is about to marry Kondo... "Is it because of the anxiety of marriage?" Kanae asked half-jokingly.

"No."

Kondo also smiled softly, perhaps this was the first time he smiled since he entered the restaurant. At this moment, Kondo's cell phone rang. Kondo took out the phone from the inner pocket of his coat and answered the call. After listening to the other party's words and thinking for a while, he put the phone back in his pocket, and Kanae looked over.

"Sorry, I have to meet someone..." Then he stood up.

"Really……"

"I'm really sorry……"

"nothing……"

When Kanae said this, Kondo had already walked towards the entrance. We had said before that we would no longer hide anything from each other, but Kondo's behavior was obviously wrong. He must be hiding something from me... Although Kanae thought so in her heart, she still silently watched Kondo leave.

"Drive to Minato-machi."

This was the order he had been given over the phone while having dinner with Kanae.

Kondo took the steering wheel and left the congested city center, coming to a small road behind the port town where few people traveled. He stepped on the brakes, stopped the wipers, turned off the lights, and turned off the engine. At this moment, the phone rang again, as if someone was watching him.

"The transport company's truck is coming here, the driver will drop off the goods, you pick up the goods and leave from here."

The voice coming from the phone was a man's voice processed through electronic equipment, and Kondo looked towards a corner a few meters away.

"What is that?" Kondo asked.

"You don't need to know. There were some problems and the truck was spotted by the police, so I need you to get the cargo to a safe place."

"that's it?"

"Ahh, if this goes well, your work is done."

Kondo faced forward, but his eyes were looking at the rearview mirror above his head. In the rearview mirror, a taxi approached with its headlights on, passed by him, and disappeared around the corner in front. Kondo got out of the car and stood behind the vending machine waiting for the truck to arrive.

At this time, the truck driven by the moving house Joe was driving on the main road of the port town. At this time, Joe's cell phone also rang. He stopped the truck on the side of the road and pressed the answer button.

"Are you ready?"

A man's voice came from inside.

"Ah, four is the limit. Any more won't fit." On Joe's knees was a backpack with a box of cookies in it.

"Very good, the moment you pass the next corner, throw this backpack out of the car window. Be careful not to be discovered."

The man stopped talking. Joe put his phone beside him, slowed down, turned the corner, and entered the back road. The car continued to move forward, stopped at a corner and turned on the turn signal. Joe opened the window, put his right hand holding the goods out of the window, and controlled the transmission with his left hand, slowly starting the car again. Just as the truck slowly passed the corner, the goods fell off the truck.

“I threw my stuff away, what do I do next?”

After turning the corner, Joe stopped the truck again and picked up his phone.

"It's none of your business." The man said briefly.

"Just let me deliver boxes of cookies and that's it?"

Hearing Joe's question, the man snorted and laughed.

"How can you be called Transport House Joe when you're like this?"

"what?"

"Didn't you notice that the police were following you?"

Joe was startled and quickly looked at the rearview mirror. A few dozen meters away, he saw a car following him.

Is that the police car? It’s been following me? Then I have to run fast.

Just as Joe started the truck, a dazzling light appeared in front of his eyes. Joe blocked the light with the hand holding the phone, slowly opened one eye and looked out from between his fingers. At the intersection between two rows of buildings on the left and right, several police cars were parked in front of him, blocking his way.

No way?

Joe stepped on the brakes without saying a word...but it was too late. The truck Joe was driving crashed into the side of the police car in front.

crunch.

The sound of a truck braking was heard in the distance, followed by some kind of collision sound and screams, then the sound of some police cars and the threatening sounds of the police, and the surroundings suddenly became lively.

Kondo came out from behind the vending machine and walked past the backpack. After a while, he came back, squatted down and picked up the backpack. Kondo stood up while wondering what was inside. Suddenly, the smoke from the bathhouse in the distance caught his eye. So he got in the car and drove towards the bathhouse.

Kondo parked the car on a dim path next to the park and waited for a while. Suddenly, the back door of the car was opened, and the lights inside the car immediately lit up. At the same time, a gun was pressed against the side of his face.

Chapter 191 The Truth

"Where are the things?" It was Nana who got in the car.

Kondo felt in his coat pocket and pulled out a key to his locker.

"what is this?"

"I put it in the locker in the bathhouse. There are police officers everywhere. I can't just carry something suspicious around." Nana smacked her lips impatiently.

"Then I can't get in? You put it in the men's bathhouse, right?"

"...I didn't expect it would be a woman coming to pick up something." Kondo was also surprised to see a woman get into his car.

"This is what it is now...it has become like this." Nana spoke into the microphone on the headphones.

After a while, when the negotiations were completed, she said to Kondo: "I will give you instructions later. You can leave today." "Today? What else do you want me to do?" Kondo noticed Nana's words keenly and turned in Nana's direction.

"I don't know either. Who should I ask if you ask me?" Nana opened the back door of the car and drove away.

the next day--

Kondo parked his car in the parking lot opposite the bathhouse, got out, looked at the towering chimney opposite, and recalled the conversation he had just had with the client.

"I'll ask a man to get the things, you stay and watch him." The electronically processed voice said to Kondo.

"I go to see him?" Kondo frowned.

"You mingle with other guests and confirm whether that person has taken anything away. If any problems arise, you can solve them on your own initiative."

“Why don’t you just let me send it?”

"I have my own plans here as well."

"Then I won't ask."

"This is good for both of us. This is the last job, I promise."

Then the call was hung up.

In order to hide his presence, Kondo entered the bathhouse and read a newspaper in the corner of the locker room. At this moment, he suddenly recalled that he and Kanae met through this bathhouse.

……

This was one night half a year ago...

As usual, Kondo pretended to kill his target and then threw the "body" into the trunk of his car.

Although Kondo received commissions from assassins, he actually helped people escape. He would tell the target he wanted to kill about the commission, and perform a killing and being killed scene with the target, and then throw the "killed" target into the trunk and leave.

When he arrived at a deserted place, he would pretend to deal with a corpse and let the target go. In this way, he collected rewards and gifts from both the client and the client's target - this was Kondo's source of income.

The reason why the body could not be found was actually because he secretly let the target escape, but the underworld regarded him as a skilled killer.

On this night half a year ago, he received a commission to assassinate the president of a company. The person who commissioned him to do this was a small gang leader. This small leader and the president of the company had cooperated with each other for a period of time. However, during one of the cooperation, the company president embezzled the money that should have been distributed to the gang leader, so the gang leader was furious and commissioned Kondo to get rid of this treacherous guy.

As usual, Kondo told the company president the whole story and asked him to pretend to be killed by him, and then he would let him go. The president was very grateful to Kondo and cooperated with him in acting out the scene of being killed by Kondo. Things went very smoothly, and the next step was to let the president go. Kondo sent the president to the apartment he arranged and returned to the city alone, but the road was blocked at this time. Kondo looked at the hand holding the transmission lever irritably and found that it was still stained with blood, so he wanted to wash the blood as soon as possible - Kondo, who had a mysophobia, couldn't stand it even for a moment.

He looked ahead and saw a chimney of a bathhouse in the distance. He drove to the bathhouse and found that there was a parking lot opposite the bathhouse with an empty parking space.

Let's go in and take a bath - Kondo, who hadn't been to a bathhouse for a long time, made up his mind and walked in. Kondo, who was serious about his work, folded his suit neatly and put it in the locker, then put his wallet in, and put his watch on top of his clothes.

He was holding a towel he bought from the counter and walked from the locker room to the bathroom. Just as he was about to sit in the shower, he accidentally stepped on a piece of soap that someone had dropped on the floor, and his foot slipped...

When he woke up, he was already in the hospital.

"Huh? What's going on..." Kondo looked confused.

"Mr. Sakurai, are you awake?" asked the nurse in charge of taking care of the hospitalized patients.

"Sakurai?" Kondo tilted his head. He couldn't remember anything. His mind was blank. He was in a state of "Who am I? Where is this?"

He asked the nurse and found out that he had stepped on the soap and hit his head in the bathhouse yesterday, and was then taken to the hospital by ambulance.

"These are the clothes found in your locker."

The clothes taken out of the bathroom locker were wrapped in a plastic bag and placed next to Kondo's bed.

"There's Sakurai written on something inside, and we think that's your name." The nurse continued...

Kondo looked inside the plastic bag and found a somewhat outdated plaid shirt and an equally outdated pair of pants. In addition, there was a wallet with only 1,000 yen in it. He thought the bill next to it was also a banknote, but after a closer look, he realized it was a resident tax bill. That was the only clue he could find.

The tax receipt had his address and name written on it. It seemed that this address was where he lived, and Sakurai Takeshi was his name. Since he had no memory of it, he had no feeling for it. Although the age written on it was 35, when he looked at his face in the mirror, he always felt that he should be older than that.

Then the day of discharge came...

After leaving the hospital, I should go home first. There will be other clues when I get home. If I don't leave, I can still remember something. Maybe my family will be waiting for me. However, he didn't know which direction his home was, and he didn't know which bus or car to take. But since he fell in the bathhouse and was sent to the nearest hospital, his home should not be far from here.

"Excuse me, can I walk to this address?"

He walked out of the hospital and asked a woman in her thirties who happened to meet him. The woman had very neat hair, decent clothes, and looked like a very serious person.

"It will probably take about thirty minutes on foot," the woman replied.

"I see... Thank you."