"What else can I do? Of course I can continue to live the life of those lawless gangsters leisurely." Conan clenched his fists, "But sooner or later, I will make these hateful guys pay the price!"
Hattori Heiji patted his chest: "If you need help, just come to me! They actually have that level of technology, I really want to meet them for a while."
The two detectives from East and West had a lively conversation. After verbally attacking the black organization, they quickly agreed on the time of the banquet and then hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, Conan felt much more comfortable than before and nodded with satisfaction.
After listening to the call, Wutian Gou also nodded slightly, floated from his shoulder, and returned to Jiang Xia.
Next to Jiang Xia, Toru Amuro, who was in a bad mood, glanced at him: "What are you so happy about?"
Jiang Xia came back to her senses and responded to the coffee owner who was smelling the aroma: "Before I came here, I didn't know which of the two things, 'not being able to see my parents for the last time' or 'watching my father die', was more important to Xin Ming.
It's even crueler for the young lady. But now, seeing that they still have so much time to spend together, I feel like my choice was right."
Conan, who had hung up the phone and walked over with a bound, froze when he heard this. Thinking of his suspicion of Jiang Xia not long ago, his conscience began to hurt again.
Toru Amuro was relieved for a while, but because of Bourbon's identity, he could only yawn and comment: "It's really boring."
Conan: "..." Ha, he is indeed a cold-blooded and ruthless organizational cadre suspect.
Toru Amuro didn't notice the eyes of the little thing behind him who was not as tall as his legs. He stood at the end of the corridor, looked at the police car below through the window, and sighed silently in his heart.
——He came here today, of course, not to work in the hotel, but to contact a guy named "Itakura Taku".
This is a programmer with fairly good skills. Through various past investigations, Amuro has shown that this person seems to have some kind of deal with the organization.
And unlike those who are dedicated to working for the black organization, Itakura Taku's heart is quite unstable.
This kind of person is a good breakthrough point no matter how you look at it. Amuro Toru originally planned to find the right opportunity to make contact with him. If the opponent resisted, he would directly knock him out and take him away, and then get the things he was prepared to trade from him... However, now,
With such a massive search operation, there is no chance that any member of the organization will notice this place. If by chance there are witnesses who see Bourbon passing here...
In order to protect his hard-won undercover status, Toru Amuro clenched his fists and could only temporarily give up today's abduction plan.
"But it's not a big problem." Toru Amuro comforted himself in his heart. "With Taku Itakura's vigilance and causing such a commotion, he will definitely take the time to change his residence. As long as the situation calms down and he finds the next hotel where he will stay,
It’s not difficult to find a way to take that guy away.”
…
The messy case just came to an end.
His new name, Rentaro, has not yet died. Perhaps it was because he had regained his consciousness, or perhaps he was a little excited after seeing his daughter, but his condition seemed to be better than before.
However, judging from the way the doctor sighed repeatedly, this good state may not last long.
No one disturbed the rare reunion of this family of three, but people's melon-eating nature is hard to change.
Soon, the staff members who came one after another after hearing the noise figured out the situation, and then the news began to spread quietly.
…
"What are these police officers here for?"
In one of the rooms, a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks paced back and forth, anxiously opening the tightly blocked curtains a crack and peering outside.
Listening to the whistling siren and looking at the flashing police lights, Itakura Taku frowned deeply: "Those black crows shouldn't think it was me who called the police... Having said that,
, why are there so many police? No, I have to find out what happened first."
He took the menu and ordered a meal delivery service when it was not meal time.
…
It didn't take long for Taku Itakura to figure out the ins and outs of the situation from the staff with a generous move.
"This old man is not honest even if he is terminally ill. He will really cause trouble for others." He shook his head irritably and decisively started to pack his luggage.
"The big noise made by such a big shot will definitely attract those reporters to rush here one after another." Itakura Taku thought of what he was going to do next, and his face became extremely ugly, "I can't live here anymore, I have to hurry up
Find another place."
He stuffed his luggage into his backpack and left his key card in the room. Instead of checking out, he dragged his suitcase and quietly slipped out of the hotel through the cargo aisle.
Soon, Itakura Taku came to the street. He covered his face with the scarf tightly, raised his hand to hail a taxi, got in it and drove to another hotel in a hurry.
After the taxi left.
In the side alley, Toru Amuro smiled silently, stepped on the accelerator of the Mazda, and followed: Sure enough, he knew that as soon as the police arrived, the target would definitely change his residence.
After Mazda left.
Deep in the alley, Conan, who had left and returned, smiled silently, stepped on the switch of the solar skateboard, and followed: Sure enough, he knew that this suspicious boss was not just a waiter.
After the skateboard left with a bang.
On the other side of the street, Jiang Xia, who was quietly watching this scene, straightened his helmet and turned off the accelerator of his motorcycle: Sure enough, he knew that what Kudo-san said in a hurry, "I need to go to the bathroom," was definitely not the truth.
…
With a distance of tens of meters between the two, a special convoy set off and began to cross Tokyo.
On the way, I happened to pass by a restaurant in a commercial street owned by an organization.
Gin didn't have time to dine leisurely in the store, so he packed up a takeaway and planned to walk out to a nearby parking lot.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, through the glass, he saw a familiar Mazda speeding past on the street in front of him.
"?" Gin saw the number plate and whispered silently, "Bourbon's car, who is that guy following?"
Just as he was thinking about whether to follow him, another familiar thing passed by on a skateboard.
Gin: "..." Why is Uzo's house brat here... and judging from his appearance, he is actually tracking Bourbon?
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, a more familiar modified motorcycle passed by the door.
However, unlike the previous two, when passing here, the motorcycle rider suddenly glanced this way, and then hesitantly started to slow down.
Gin: "..."
After a pause of 0.1 second, he turned around and walked away. He walked out of the side door and went straight to the parking lot. After getting in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away calmly.
