Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 338 The Detectives' Requiem 5 [The True Grim Reaper]

"You're not dead yet!" Before Gao Mo could even move, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and shout, "I don't care what you're thinking, just deactivate the ID program! We've completed your request!"

"Reiko..."

Ito Suehiko did not respond, immersing himself in his own world, which infuriated Hattori Heiji.

"That bastard broke his promise... We have to find his location; he should be in this hotel!"

"Everyone, don't waste your energy."

The squinty-eyed man standing guard to the side smiled again, pushed up his glasses, and instantly transformed from a servant to a master, looking every bit the mastermind behind the scenes.

"For a dying man, nothing else matters. He never intended to let you go from the beginning... Choosing a group of real detectives to be buried with him is exactly what the criminal wanted, isn't it?"

Hattori erupted in fury again: "You bastard..."

"Is he really a dying man?"

Gao Mo reached out and stopped Hattori.

"That car accident did cause him a lot of damage, but not enough to kill him. He's probably in this state because of Soichiro Fukayama, right? The reason that Mr. Fukayama helped you..."

I think it's probably also for your hidden wealth, and of course, it could also be because of Shimizu Reiko.

"What?" Ito Suehiko came to his senses.

"Just a few days ago, I encountered a murder case in the snowy mountains of Gunma Prefecture. Two college students had fallen in love with a female classmate, and even fought over to help her kill someone for the sake of so-called love."

Gao Mo closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Shimizu Reiko probably faked her death and escaped by using the power of the deep mountains. The two assassins who attacked us this time were both from the deep mountains, and they also obeyed Shimizu Reiko's orders..."

Aren't you surprised that Miyama didn't tell you that Shimizu Reiko was still alive?

"You're saying that Senior Miyama also likes Reiko?" Suehiko Ito finally couldn't sit still any longer. "How is that possible? If it weren't for Senior Miyama, we... Haha, what is this all about?"

“Remove the ID program,” Gao Mo said, raising the ID on his wrist. “As long as you receive treatment, you can definitely survive. There’s no need for you to die at Shimizu Reiko’s hands… Besides, Shimizu Reiko probably won’t be able to come.”

"Reiko can't come?" Ito Suehiro, who was laughing in a daze, seemed to have triggered a key phrase. "What happened to Reiko?"

"You're just preventing us from calling the police, you've probably forgotten about Phantom Thief Kid, haven't you?"

Gao Mo smiled and glanced at the squinty-eyed man.

“There are police everywhere down there, it’s impossible to let Shimizu Reiko in. Mr. Ito won’t die, and... we can let Shimizu Reiko stay with those IDs.”

"I see."

Ito Suehiko coughed a few times and collapsed weakly into his wheelchair.

"Secretary Takada, bring them over..."

"interesting."

The squinty-eyed man's reaction was indifferent, revealing neither anger nor anything else, and he completely ignored Ito Suehiko.

"Was this arranged by Boss Kido? He's really something. No wonder he's the current owner who has Takato under his thumb. But he probably forgot that I'm also part of fate now. I can not only jump out of the script, but also participate in it."

Before Hattori Heiji and the others could have any questions, he squinted and walked straight to the big screen.

"I originally planned to use this body to win once, but things didn't go as planned... However..."

Gao Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

This guy just changed how he addressed him.

That's right, they changed from calling each other by name to "Boss Kido".

"Di!"

With a slight smile and a squinty eye, he pressed the red button on the phone screen, and Ito on the large screen suddenly began to shake violently in the strong current.

"Kido hasn't shown up yet, so he's probably using his authority to protect Ito right now, right? But what if I'm also Ito's destined nemesis? The authority can only be effective once in a short time, and in the end, he'll still die..."

"rustle!"

The squinting man's fingers, holding the phone, suddenly slipped from his grasp onto the sand, and the smile on his face froze.

Turning around, I saw Ito, his arm hanging limply from his wheelchair, lifeless.

It was not protected at all.

"died?"

The disguise mask loosened and fell off, revealing a shocked face that was rapidly turning to sand.

"How is that possible? I clearly..."

“Of course.” The Sandman laughed again.

The same face displayed completely different expressions.

Gao Yuanyao consciously took control of her body, raising her continuously sand-like hands, but seemed completely unconcerned.

"Even gods can only use human bodies and intelligence in this way. I just gave you a wrong judgment, and you actually took the bait."

Death, in agony, gripped the dining table: "You deliberately gave up resisting just to set a trap for me?"

“I just trust the boss,” Gao Yuanyao said to himself as if he were two different personalities. “After all, you know exactly what I’m thinking. It’s impossible for me to set a trap right under your nose. All I did was make you think that you have to take action against the boss as soon as possible.”

Death, increasingly tormented by the backlash from the rules, asked, "What's going on now?"

"I don't know either. It seems like the boss gained the ability to hypnotize, and at that time he secretly hypnotized me and gave me the opportunity to break the rules."

As Gao Yuanyao's body began to turn to sand, his eyes held both resentment and relief.

"Although I think the boss could eliminate you even without hypnosis, after all, my intelligence is not enough to deal with the boss."

It took Gao Mo a while to come to his senses. Looking at Gao Yuanyao, who had completely entered death, his expression was complicated.

Takato Yoichi, whom he regarded as a tool, actually helped him in the end.

"Hey," Hattori Heiji said, completely bewildered, "what is this guy talking about? What's going on? Is he turning into sand? What the hell...?"

Conan was equally bewildered and could only gaze thoughtfully at Gomor, who was staring at Sandman.

"This guy looks like Takato Yoichi, the one who's wanted, but why..."

The scene before him was somewhat overturning his understanding, and his past worldview became somewhat unstable.

It's not surprising that Gao Yuanyao can disguise himself, but why does he start turning into sand?
A deity? A human body? A boss? Hypnosis? Breaking the rules...

It sounds like a play.
"Kido Takamori!" The phantom of death was obliterated amidst painful screams. "You too are just a puppet! You will never have a good end!"

Is it over? Gao Mo was in a daze, not paying attention to the curse of death, but just feeling that something was not real.

The heavy mountain that had been weighing on him from the very beginning was thus resolved?

That kind of deep-seated fear, dread, and despair, no matter how much you pretend to be strong, you can't fool yourself.

To survive, he walked a fine line between life and death, experiencing one murder after another. Even knowing that the notebook was full of danger, he still desperately sought a way to survive and desperately tried to improve his rank.

I don't know how many professional books I've read so far, I even finished reading the entire Kudo family's huge library in a short period of time, and I dream about all kinds of professional knowledge.

Is it really over?

"it is finally over."

Gao Yuanyao dragged her collapsing, sand-like body and used a remote control to open the secret door of the banquet hall, revealing a corridor leading to the server room.

"My meticulously planned crime was thwarted by my boss, which made me furious. I was determined to get revenge, which is why I became a Grim Reaper's agent, using the power of death to achieve an even more perfect, impossible crime..."

But the agent I believe in isn't this kind of puppet. Perhaps this guy isn't the real Grim Reaper at all; the real Grim Reaper is the boss. Why? Because the boss can disregard fate and kill at will.

Gao Yuanyao's voice gradually became ethereal.

"Looking back, it's truly an honor. Perhaps the only person in this world who understands me best is my boss..."

"call!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Hattori Heiji watched in horror as Takato Yoichi turned into a pile of sand, his worldview severely shaken.

"Magic or illusion? This guy couldn't possibly turn into sand. Yes, it must be some new magic trick!"

"It's ordinary sand."

Conan stepped forward and rubbed the sand between his fingers, unsure of what was happening.

Indeed, some magic tricks can be incredibly realistic.

But what just happened was all too real.

"Is Takato Yoichi really dead?"

"How could that be?" Hattori Heiji regained his composure. "That guy's acting was pretty good, but his lines were a bit ridiculous. He actually called Kido-san 'boss' and said Kido-san was the real Grim Reaper. Haha, does he really think we believe that?"

As Hattori Heiji spoke, he called out to the dazed Gao Mo, "You don't believe it either, do you, old man?"

"Ah."

Gao Mo's eyes flickered slightly. He temporarily put aside his doubts, turned around to face Hattori, who was laughing to hide his fear, ignored Conan's questioning gaze, and took the lead in walking towards the passage opened by Takato Yoichi.

"Let's see what's going on with Ito Suehiko first."

[Takato Yoichi's Criminal Guide: 5 stars]

[New Talent: Hell Puppet Master]

Gao Mo paused slightly as he looked at the projected information in front of him.

Gao Yuanyao actually completed the task that he had almost forgotten about.

I remember it was called "Becoming a Death Agent".

Doesn't that count as before?
How was it accomplished?
"Uncle, kid!"

Hattori Heiji, carrying a shield adorned with decorative armor and a sharp axe, charged into the plan, only to find that Ito Suehiko had indeed been electrocuted. He couldn't help but shudder, a chill inexplicably rising in his heart.

"what happened?"

"N-nothing, it's just that something feels off."

Heiji Hattori, suppressing his discomfort, checked the computer in front of Suehiko Ito. He clicked on the program to disable the module, but saw a password input box pop up on the screen.

"Please enter your password. What is the name of your loved one?"

"Damn it, is this guy crazy? He actually set a password here. What if he can't cancel it in time? Luckily you came back early, Uncle."

He tossed aside his shield and axe, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered, "Let me think... This guy loves Shimizu Reiko so much, the password must be Shimizu Reiko, right?"

"Incorrect password! 2 attempts remaining!"

"what?"

Hattori Heiji was shocked, and sweat poured out of his brow.

"Are you kidding me? Why isn't it Shimizu Reiko? Do I have to type 'Reiko'?"

"It's better not to try."

Gao Mo pulled Hattori Heiji back, glanced at Ito Suehiko's corpse, adjusted the character profile data in his mind, and came to a new conclusion.

“We might be mistaken. This guy does like Shimizu Reiko, but the person he truly loves is himself.”

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji looked incredulous. "Uncle, you saw it too, the way this guy treated Shimizu Reiko..."

"He's a true simp, but he's also a true narcissist."

Gao Mo stepped forward and entered the name Ito Suehiko.

"He seems to care about Shimizu Reiko, but he's actually talking about himself from beginning to end. Shimizu Reiko is just a part of him."

"I don't understand..."

Hattori Heiji wanted to argue, but was dumbfounded to see that the program had been successfully deactivated by Gao Mo.

"The password is correct!"

"ID removal successful!"

“That’s right,” Gao Mo’s analysis of human nature also had new data. “Shimizu Reiko was just his embodiment of his perfect crime. After all, he was just a rookie criminal who could only make plans. A guy who frantically and randomly shoots with a sniper rifle is simply incapable of carrying out a perfect crime.”

“I see,” Hattori Heiji said, greatly shocked. “Uncle, you’ve really impressed me today. I’m sorry, I always thought you were like Kido, a mouth double for Master Kindaichi.”

"Well."

Gao Mo glanced at Osaka Black Chicken.

Is it because his acting is too good?

This guy didn't notice anything amiss at all.

If it were someone with a mustache at this moment, they would definitely be overjoyed and laugh exaggeratedly, but he simply couldn't pull off that embarrassing look, and he was too lazy to do so.

(End of this chapter)