February 10, Sunday, Sunday, night, Kotocho.

Kiyona Iwada is a single otaku who is over 30 years old. He does not have a full-time job. However, he has a freelancer, which is to help a media friend collect various news online, and compile it in chronological order for easy reading.

Including unproven rumors, but this part must be marked in another color.

For example, create character cards and compile various information about target characters based on relevant online news, including birthdays, education, work resumes, etc., and expand them.

For example, after knowing the school class, collect more information about the classmates of the target person and circle out outstanding people or special family backgrounds, and it is best to attach photos.

In short, the more gossip you can have, the more gossip you can have, and the deeper you can dig.

Although this work seems boring, after you really do it, you will find that you can't stop at all because you want to know, because you are curious, you will be addicted.

When you know who is a classmate with whom, or even dates, betrays, and then look at their current relationships that are intimate or uncontact, you will suddenly realize, oh, so that's it, so it's like this.

The feeling of knowing everything and mastering everything is really wonderful.

Iwada Kiyonaga originally had no rules in life, but after being persuaded by that media friend, I applied for a fitness card and went swimming every night. I felt that my health was really much better. At least I could hold on for a longer time when I called the lady to come to the door for service.

However, when Kiyoshi Iwada suddenly felt a pain behind his neck and fell down with weakness, he regretted it because before he fainted, he was confused and saw a man in black wearing a black hood behind him.

He was attacked by a bad guy. If he had known it, he would have been fine if he had just learned karate. This was the last thought before Iwada Kyoto fell into a coma.

This man in black is Belmode, and Kiyona Iwada is the unlucky guy she carefully selected.

That media person is another offline from Belmode. In this Internet age, as long as you have money, it is really easy to find informants.

Belmode not only made Kiyona Iwada live a regular life alone, but made most of his subordinates have regular lives.

The meaning is not to make them healthy and live longer, but to facilitate their time and to find useful people anytime and anywhere when they are used.

Traditional informants are no longer important members of obtaining information and information. This makes the destruction of Ichiichiro Numazura not as great as the initial estimate. It can be said that it has been smoothed out by the progress of the times.

Having said that, traditional studs still play an important role, such as being scapegoats at critical moments.

Belmode thought in his mind, and couldn't help but smile on his face. He bent down and checked, confirming that Kiyoshi Iwata was really dizzy.

Belmode hid, called an ambulance, and said he was dizzy when he reported the address, and emphasized that he was near the Chuhu Central Hospital.

Soon, the ambulance arrived and sent Iwada Kei directly to the Kurodo Central Hospital less than a kilometer away...

Monday, February 11, in the afternoon, the ward of the Kuhu Central Hospital, Shui Wulianai.

After school, Conan slipped over and found that it was Akai Hideichi on duty, so he asked him about how to deal with the organization's hiring attack after retreating.

Hideichi Akai shook his head, "We didn't think of a good solution, we can only take one step at a time."

Conan asked again: "Have you found out that anyone may be an informant of the organization?"

Hideichi Akai shook his head gently and said nothing.

Conan sighed and did not ask about the details anymore. So he should ask Teacher Judy for hello.

Not long after, Teacher Judy came and saw that there was nothing to do and asked Conan if he was leaving together.

Conan naturally agreed, it was easier to ride a ride than walk...

Hospital lobby.

Belmode, dressed as an elderly man, sat in the waiting area to read the evening newspaper, and saw Conan and Teacher Judy.

Belmode frowned. She found that she had forgotten the boy Conan. He always ran here like this. When Gin sent someone to confirm Shui Wulianai, if she saw him, Gin would not let the boy live again.

Belmode had a headache because whether he could avoid Conan was not in her control depends on how to arrange Gin.

Belmode closed the newspaper and accidentally saw the front page of the newspaper's headlines, and he suddenly felt his eyes lit up.

The front page headline of the Evening News is about the arrest of a U.S. Navy member by police in Okinawa Prefecture for violating a 14-year-old underage girl.

Belmode showed a confident smile. Maybe this matter can be taken advantage of...

On the other side, Teacher Judy was in the car.

Conan learned from Teacher Judy that according to her observation, only the search officer Andre Carmier used the phone afterwards.

But he answered the phone, not what he called.

Conan asked, "Do you know, who called that?"

Teacher Judy said: "He said his wife called from Bermuda, and she greeted her early when she traveled, and judging by the jet lag, there was no problem."

Conan asked, “Didn’t you see the phone number?”

Teacher Judy shrugged, "No, why are you embarrassed to speak? You can't say that - please check my phone, because you suspect you are an insider."

"It's true." Conans asked...

At night, Shinagawa, organized cottage.

Belmode came to report to Gin that when she visited an informant at the Gutou Central Hospital today, she discovered Akai Hideichi of the Investigation Bureau.

"Akai, Hideichi?" Gin's eyes shone coldly, "Why is he there?"

"It's not just him, but also many investigative bureau search officers, who are guarding a ward." Belmode smiled, "It's Shui Wuliana."

"Shui Wuliana?" asked Vodka, "Isn't she missing?"

"Idiot," Chianti said, "must be locked up by the Bureau of Investigation."

"So," Cohen smiled coldly, "How about going to kill her?"

"Agree." Chianti was excited, "Gin, how about we kill us at night?"

"Killing Shui Wulian, don't worry." Gin stared at Belmode and thought, "It's been so long, I've said what I should say long ago."

"By the way," Cohen recalled, "I remember that Shui Wuliana once discovered a mouse that was mixed into the organization, but was forced into a desperate situation by him."

"I've heard of that, too," Chianti smiled. "Shui Wuliana, the woman's hands and feet were penetrated by bullets at that time, and she was sprayed with real medicine, and even her ribs were broken."

"However, she didn't say anything from beginning to end," Cohen said. "The md found from the mouse, which recorded the entire interrogation process, was completely without the voice of Shui Wulianai."

"By the way, how did she turn the defeat into victory?" Chiantis said, "It seems to be biting with her teeth?"

"Yes," said Cohen, "When she was caught and questioned, she used her only remaining weapon - her teeth, and bit the mouse's wrist, tearing open his artery, and then snatched his pistol from the hand of the lost mouse, and blasted his head with one shot."

"Yes," Chianti gestured, "from the chin." Then she praised, "that's a skill that only a wild beast can do."

"Hehe," Vodka smiled sinisterly, "Why do you think?"

Chianti squinted his eyes: "Just say whatever you want."

"Brother has always held different opinions." Vodka smiled evilly, "I went to Africa for this purpose and found a village to experiment."

Cohen asked, "What to experiment?"

"Don't you find it strange?" Vodka asked, "Shui Wuliana has been hit by four enemy bullets in all four, why is she not disabled and can move freely?"

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other and then reacted together.

Chianti shouted: "It's the men who show mercy!"

Cohen gritted his teeth in annoyedly, "Of course, otherwise any bullet hit the limb can be disabled."

"There is no crippling in the four bullets, and there is only one reason, that is, it is deliberately not to hit the important place." Chianti slammed the table in anger, "Damn it, Shui Wulianai and the mouse are actually in the same group!"

Cohen echoed with murderous intent: "Yes, the enemy won't do that, and they don't seem to be an ordinary organization, and their relationship is not ordinary, otherwise the mouse would not use this method to cover Shui Wulianai."

Chianti frowned and said, "But Shui Wuliana's identity and background are very clear. Could it be that it was done?"

"Sure," Cohen asked, "Vodka, do you know what organization the mouse is?"

Vodka shook his head, "That guy doesn't carry any documents that can prove his identity, I don't know who he is."

Chianti shouted: "Damn it, after she comes back from catching Shui Wuliana this time, she must let her tell you everything she knows."

Vodka smiled and said, "But I know the original name of the mouse."

Cohen said angrily: "Please, can you just talk?"

"Hehe," Vodka smiled dryly, "When my elder brother and I arrived, in addition to the dying Shui Wulianai, there was also a living foreigner. He called a name in the ear of the body of the mouse that could not be answered, and repeated like a broken tape."

Chianti slapped the table with dissatisfaction, "Can you just speak more!"

"Listen to me," Vodka said, "and that guy noticed that we broke down on our own."

"Damn!" Chianti and Cohen pointed at Vodgaby's middle finger together. Everyone was dead and didn't know anything. What else would you say!

"Hey," protested Vodka, "I won't say anything about you two."

Cohen said angrily: "We don't want to hear it anymore."

Chianti hugged her arms and said, "That's right, don't you like to say it."

Vodka compromised, "Well, that foreigner called that mouse hondō, that's the pronunciation."

Chianti and Cohen smiled at each other and had a happy cooperation.

The matter here came to an end. Cohen looked at Gin and Belmode in confrontation, "Gin, what are you thinking? Let's go to the Guhu Central Hospital now."

Chianti stepped forward and pointed his hand at Belmode with a gun, "Gin, what are you doubting this woman? If you think she deserves to die, I'm happy to serve."

"Just you?" Belmode said contemptuously.

"Bastard, I will definitely kill you." Chianti furiously took out the gun.
To be continued...