Is it because the task of picking up for free is not enjoyable, or is it because the high-end murderous gin is difficult to collect? Why make the enjoyable paddling life more difficult?
Let’s wait for the island country’s public security to strengthen its defense efforts before we discuss this kind of thing.
…
Toru Amuro really knows nothing about "Uzo".
He is indeed doing well in the organization and has a lot of information in his hands. But most of that information was dug out by Toru Amuro himself, rather than being actively provided to him by the organization. Bourbon's undercover career was considered a success.
But as long as Rum is still afraid of him and Amuro Toru is in the organization, he will inevitably be restricted.
If you check hard, you may be able to find clues.
But Tohru Amuro never imagined that Jiang Xia, who was just working in his office, would suddenly become a full member.
So currently, in Toru Amuro's eyes, Jiang Xia is no different from before except that he is more famous.
…
In the lobby of the hot spring hotel.
After Jiang Xia discovered this, he simply pretended that nothing happened.
He glanced at the book in Toru Amuro's hand and asked in a low voice like a serious helper: "Got a mission?"
"Yeah." Toru Amuro responded and handed him the book in his hand, "Page 156."
This is a mystery novel that has just been published.
Jiang Xia opened the book and turned to the page Amuro Toru mentioned, and found that this paragraph was about an episode the protagonist encountered while solving the case.
——The protagonist encounters an explosion. The person who caused the explosion was "dressed in black, with gray hair, an old and baggy face buried in a thick mask, and a mole hanging under his eyes."
Black clothes, plus explosions...
Jiang Xia vaguely guessed something: "When the author was collecting the material, did he witness our people creating explosions?"
Toru Amuro nodded: "The time, place, and character traits all match. The writer who wrote this book also has the habit of taking photos. If he has photos of the scene..."
Jiang Xia: "..."
It seems that the members of the organization are indeed unlucky - such as this old member. He commits casual crimes and can be exploited by others.
Having said that, the writers involved were actually equally unlucky...
Jiang Xia closed the book, glanced at the author's name sympathetically, and found that it said "Imazhu Zhi" above.
Jiang Xia: "..." Wait, he has an impression of this name. Even if his mouth is not silenced, this person will not live long...
In this comparison, the organization's luck seems to be pretty good.
"Imatake Satoshi is in this hotel. I originally planned to pretend to be his fan, tell a story, and find an opportunity to enter his room to search." Toru Amuro whispered, "But since you are here..."
Jiang Xia's hand suddenly sank - Toru Amuro handed over a piece of information.
"I leave the task of pretending to be a fan to you. Your affinity seems to be quite high." Toru Amuro said, "Don't be nervous. Just treat clients as you usually do. You should be very good at this."
Amuro Toru remembered that when the two of them occasionally approached the target together, he kept smiling until his face almost froze. The effect was not as good as Jiang Xia's standing next to the target.
"……All right."
…
Jiang Xia got an extra job inexplicably. Fortunately, it was not difficult and the problem was not big.
Although Toru Amuro delegated the task to Jiang Xia, he has always been more responsible for his subordinates and did not let it go. Instead, he whispered the key points:
"'Imatakechi' lives in room 202, but he didn't come alone, but with a friend - that friend collaborated with him to write a debut novel. Later, the friend gradually declined, but it was Imtakechi who succeeded in becoming famous.
...As an 'old fan' of Imaki Satoshi, when you chat with him, remember to use this matter to hold that 'friend' back together."
Jiang Xia nodded while flipping through the information.
After flipping through it, he handed the information back to Toru Amuro.
The two of them sat on the sofa, holding teacups in similar postures, and began to wait for the writer to come downstairs.
…
However, it may be that writers are more reserved creatures. They waited for a long time, but Imazuki was still nestled in his room, with no intention of coming out.
Toru Amuro: "..." How could he enter the house and search like this?
Forget it, just wait a little longer, you will definitely find an opportunity anyway.
——Because tonight, a grand festival will be held nearby.
During the festival, a huge literal bonfire will be lit on the top of the mountain and a large number of fireworks will be set off, which is a grand sight. The tourists who have come here in recent days are all here for this "first festival in the world".
Since those two writers are here, they should also go and have a look...
…
A few tables apart.
Mouri Kogoro and his classmates also came for the festival.
The festival won't start for more than an hour.
In order to kill time, at the round table where people were chatting lively, Nakamichi Kazushi suggested: "How about playing table tennis for a while? When I was wandering around just now, I saw that this hotel has a table tennis table."
He was one of Mouri Kogoro's classmates, the former leader of the judo club, and an active detective.
Next to him, a very beautiful middle-aged woman heard his words, her eyes showed surprise, and she immediately lowered her face angrily.
Mao Lilan was shocked when she saw this scene - she once heard Maori Kogoro say that Nakamichi Kazushi and that beautiful aunt, Horikoshi Yumi, once had a relationship that failed to work out.
I don't know what the two had a hard time with, and their relationship became very tense.
Thinking of this incident, Mao Lilan quickly stood up to calm the atmosphere. She turned to the angry Yumi Horikoshi and said with a smile: "I remember Aunt Yumi plays table tennis very well. Can you teach me?"
Yumi Horikoshi snorted, stood up suddenly, and returned to the room angrily.
Across the table, two other classmates waved their hands indifferently: "After so many years, she only has beauty and bad temper, and she has not changed at all... Don't worry about her, let's go play. She will be fine by herself after a while.
"
Mao Lilan looked at Horikoshi Yumi's back and sighed: "...Okay."
…
Before Mao Lilan and Conan went to the table tennis room, they thought of something and glanced at Jiang Xia from a distance, wanting to ask him if he wanted to play together.
Jiang Xia also heard what their table had just discussed, and waved his hand to Mao Lilan, indicating that he still had something to do.
Soon, Mouri Kogoro's lively table left one after another to play table tennis.
Jiangxia and Toru Amuro were still sitting in the hall, waiting for the very sit-down writer.
