Hattori Heiji's idea opened up a new way of thinking.
But Conan still felt there was a problem.
Especially the one with agave.
"Undercover agents are not killers. They need to keep a low profile and will not use such a direct method to get rid of their partners." Conan denied, "And I remember Bourbon reminded that person that the other party didn't believe him and accidentally touched the trap...
"
……Wait a moment.
If you don’t trust Bourbon, wouldn’t it mean that Bourbon had just joined the organization not long ago, so Tequila would question his judgment on the bomb?
Conan recalled the time when Black Cat obtained the APTX4869 antidote, the time when Haibara Ai defected from the organization, and the time when he first met Bourbon. He felt that these series of events were very close to each other.
An idea gradually took shape, but after thinking about it carefully, reason told Conan that this was impossible.
...However, there are really many overlaps between Black Cat and Bourbon. For example, I have never seen his full face. One of them only showed his lower half, and the other only showed his upper half.
The amount of information in his mind was too large, and Conan was a little sluggish for a moment.
He was thinking about various possibilities quickly, and suddenly remembered Hattori Heiji's abnormality, and grabbed him: "Why did you suddenly touch your neck just now?"
"Huh?" Hattori Heiji had almost forgotten about it.
Looking down, he saw that Conan was extremely serious and his outlook was still a bit shaky. Hattori Heiji hesitated for a moment and told him the illusion he had before he fainted.
Then he noticed that Conan's expression became even worse.
Very thin wire rope, and...
Conan pulled the tablecloth off Hattori Heiji's body, searched carefully, and found a pinhole on his upper arm.
Hattori Heiji is now bouncing around, which shows that even if he hit his head, he wouldn't be dizzy for long.
I slept until I woke up just now. It must be because I was injected with anesthesia. This technique...
Hattori Heiji looked at Conan in confusion, feeling like he was about to short-circuit.
So he reached out and shook him: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Tell me, let's think about it together."
Conan thought about it and felt that it made sense. Judging from what happened just now, Hattori Heiji did have a broad mind and might be able to provide some new conjectures.
...And the most important thing is that if you don't say anything, he keeps shaking me, so you can't calm down and think.
Conan chose his words. He originally wanted to start with "I have a friend," but he felt that the black cat would not agree with this statement.
So he changed his words: "A friend of a friend of mine..."
…
Hattori Heiji didn't know many details.
Hearing what Conan said, he came to a guess without any hesitation: "It should be that black cat who went to the organization to work as an undercover agent. He was afraid of being recognized by you and telling your neighbors, and at the same time he didn't want to be disturbed by you, so he kept silent in front of you.
Talking, and pretending to have various allergies, refusing to take off the mask."
"But he wasn't just in front of me - in the Tequila case, when he threatened the murderer who planted the bomb, he also typed it."
Conan still felt something was wrong.
The two people were indeed very similar, but there were always some details that prevented him from thinking that Black Cat and Kelen were the same person: "Also, when I was looking for you just now, I heard him speak, and his voice was very hoarse."
"That kind of voice can be faked." Hattori Heiji cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Listen, it's like a completely different person."
"...It's still you, the cold version of you." Conan rolled his eyes and said with certainty:
"It's different. Even if you want to disguise your voice, you can't actively mute it to the point of tearing your throat. Otherwise, your voice will become erratic and difficult to control.
"But his voice is always the same, so it should be a physiological problem, such as the vocal cords being damaged due to disease or injury."
"The hair is also different." Conan brought up his previous theory for identifying Black Cat and Bourbon - one of them has straight hair, the other has curly hair, and there is no sign that they have been permed or straightened in a short period of time.
"Why can't it be a wig?" Hattori Heiji had the opposite opinion to Conan, "Could it be that you just pulled it off their heads?"
"...How is that possible?" Conan really wanted to do that.
But let alone pulling it out, when I picked up a hair from a black cat's clothes, I was as frightened as a thief: "But I am sure that it is not a wig. If you look carefully, there is a big difference between a wig and real hair. I can tell it apart."
"
"Maybe it's some high-tech new wig. That organization can even make a rejuvenating drug. What else is impossible?" Hattori Heiji muttered:
"And regardless of whether he is the black cat you mentioned, what he does is very much like what an undercover agent would do."
Conan fell into deep thought.
If Bourbon is viewed as an undercover agent, many things can indeed be explained.
But it is undeniable that wherever Bourbon passes, there will always be some "suicides" that are obviously homicides, which are very suspicious anyway.
At present, one can have the idea that "Bourbon is an undercover agent", but one cannot really treat him as an undercover agent, nor can he be completely equated with the Black Cat.
Otherwise, if he is accidentally exposed while inquiring about the situation, not only will he be in danger, but he may also be traced back to the Mori Detective Agency, which will then involve the cafe downstairs.
Although the black cat rarely leaves traces, it is true that he often goes to coffee shops.
If Bourbon was indeed not the black cat, the price would be too high for him to find the traces of the black cat and then target the coffee shop and the Maori Detective Agency.
What's more, even if he is an undercover agent, he cannot be sure which party is the undercover agent. Judging from Bourbon's behavior...if he belongs to another illegal organization and contacts him rashly, it will only end badly.
Even if he belongs to a serious organization, in order to hide himself, the undercover agent will make his behavior as close as possible to the bad guys, or even worse than the villains, especially when there are accomplices nearby.
...In short, no matter how we want to investigate in the future, we must not start from Bourbon. We must first treat him as a member of the organization and be on guard, and then find a way to inquire about the situation from Black Cat.
…
Shiraishi listened to the discussion coming from the headphones and felt that Conan was still too down-to-earth in his reasoning and was not as broad-minded as Hattori Heiji thought.
But this saves trouble, at least you don't have to worry about being harassed by Conan when you go on a mission.
Hongye has given him a lot of high-tech equipment. In addition, he can also use private chat at any time to get remote support from her.
——The eavesdropping device in Hattori Heiji’s mobile phone is a product that is higher than the current technology of this plane.
It's a pity that I can't eavesdrop for too long. After a while, as technology evolves, it may be discovered.
Of course, it is more likely that Hattori Heiji changed his mobile phone before that - Shiraishi observed passers-by recently and found that mobile phones have begun to be updated again.
No matter what happens in the future, for now, this bug is still very useful, helping Shiraishi grasp the movements of the high school detective × 2.
The only thing that's a little surprising is...when they mentioned Mask Mask, why did they use the code name "Bourbon"?
Shiraishi fell into deep thought. Did he ever do any bad things under the banner of Bourbon when he was on a mission?
No, if you want to cheat, you have to cheat Vodka or Cohen...
Toru Amuro had just hidden the life raft and was going to the town of Tsukikage Island with his accomplices.
Turning around, he suddenly noticed that Matsuda's eyes were a little strange: "What's wrong?"
Toru Amuro looked at Matsuda's hanging headphones, thinking he heard something important.
So I reached out curiously, asking for a headset to listen to the news.
However, Matsuda took off the headphones, stuffed them into his pocket, and said nonchalantly: "Let's go."
"..."
I don't know why, but I suddenly had a bad feeling.