Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

But he didn't care about that, and just rushed in because he was a child.

Upon entering, they were immediately confronted by a tall man with a large chin and buttocks.

"It's him!" Conan fell to the ground and noticed that the yellow dot on his glasses overlapped with his own image.

Moving the gaze upwards, it was indeed clear that the man was wearing a watch by Yamada Eimi on his wrist.

"Damn it, what did he do to Miss Emi!" Conan was kicked out of the pachinko parlor by the staff who had just discovered that a child had barged in, his eyes still lingering on the man.

Standing in the alley outside the pachinko parlor, Conan decided to follow the man who was very likely the murderer.

But just then, the lens suddenly alarmed, indicating low battery.

"Damn it, Professor Agasa's inventions are so unreliable!!!"

Conan gritted his teeth; having no other choice, he had to run back to Professor Agasa's house.

I'm going to charge it first!

......

After charging my phone at the professor's house, I stopped by the Mouri Detective Agency on my way and decided to take a look.

As it turned out, they happened to see the suspicious man they had met before, and Xiaolan caught him red-handed as she leaped down from the second floor.

Such formidable fighting power.

Conan was once again amazed by Ran's karate skills.

Can you really become that strong by practicing karate?

Following the group upstairs, the captured man confessed that he was also a detective, commissioned by someone else to follow a man named "Hirota Kenzo".

"Kenzo Hirota?"

“Yes.” The private detective pulled a photograph from the pocket of his trench coat; it was exactly the same as the one Kogoro Mouri had received.

“But Miss Emi told me that his father’s name is ‘Kenzo Yamada’…” Kogoro Mouri compared the two photos in disbelief.

“My client, Mr. Hirota, also said that it was his older brother who left Kyushu to work in Tokyo, and that he was his only sibling.”

"How could this be?" The two detectives compared accounts and uncovered a host of suspicious points.

Conan listened thoughtfully from the side, and took the opportunity to walk behind Kogoro Mouri and glance at the photo of the other detective's client. Sure enough, it was the man he had seen in the pachinko parlor.

So that's how it is. It seems that names like "Yamada Eimi" and "Hirota Kenzo" might just be pseudonyms.

But why would those two people simultaneously hire two detectives to find the same person?

The case is full of suspicious points, but as long as we follow the man who calls himself "Hirota", we will surely find the answer.

Conan glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was shrouded in mystery, and said, "Hey, Uncle Mouri, when I ran to school just now, I think I saw this man in the photo before?"

"Ok?"

......

Mihua City Hotel.

As Akemi Miyano watched the man die after vomiting blood from a beverage with potassium cyanide splattered on the rim, she silently apologized in her heart.

After quickly cleaning up the scene, she stuffed the billion yen from several silver briefcases into three pre-prepared purple suitcases, stacked them on the hotel's delivery cart, closed the door, and slowly pushed the cart into the elevator.

Feeling incredibly nervous, she stared at the numbers displayed on the elevator screen to try and ease her tension.

“8”“7”“6”......“2”“1”。

The elevator descended to the first floor, and the doors opened with a "ding-dong".

Just as Akemi Miyano took a step to push her cart out, she suddenly saw the Mori detective family, whom she had hired, standing in front of the elevator.

Has it been discovered?

The thought crossed my mind, and my hand trembled in fright, causing the several suitcases, which were barely maintaining their balance, to tip over to the ground.

"Really, why now..."

Kogoro Mouri and Conan were rushing up to the 8th floor to find the suspect when they didn't notice that Akemi Miyano had changed her clothes again, wearing a red knitted cardigan and a beret of the same color, revealing her long, fair legs.

They helped the "passerby" load his suitcase back onto the trolley and continued upstairs amidst the passerby's thanks.

It seems to have been discovered, but not completely.

Akemi Miyano breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the hotel, and exhaled the pent-up frustration that had been building up in her chest for so long.

It was very cold outside, and the breath you exhaled immediately condensed into rising water droplets.

Just like her feelings at that moment.

Will Gin keep his promise and let the sisters go? What would Shiho do if she were killed after she lost her usefulness?

My thoughts were tangled together, and my mind was in complete turmoil.

But she still resolutely stopped a taxi that was already parked on the side of the road, lifted her suitcase into the trunk, opened the back door and got in.

"Where to?" the driver asked, deftly removing the "available" license plate.

The driver's voice was young, but his tone was steady. He was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, obscuring his eyes.

The car was dimly lit, but his healthy, tanned skin was striking and memorable.

"The nearest dock."

Akemi Miyano reveals the meeting place she and Gin agreed upon.

"Ok."

The taxi slowly started moving, made a nimble turn, and then entered the flow of traffic.

Akemi Miyano had no intention of chatting with the driver, so she turned her head to look out the window.

The neon lights that fill Tokyo are especially beautiful at night, and wandering through this city always makes you feel like you're in the future.

'Shiho will definitely grow into a beautiful and mature woman in the future, right?'

Akemi Miyano imagined what her younger sister would look like when she grew up, a happy smile on her lips.

I wonder if I'll ever see that day...

Just as she was immersed in her sorrowful mood, a clear and sweet female voice sounded strangely beside her.

"Speed ​​up and shake off the taxi that's following behind."

Akemi Miyano jolted awake and turned her head instantly toward the direction from which the sound came from, where she saw a girl in a JK uniform.

When... she clearly didn't see someone sitting next to her when she got on the bus!

A chill ran from her tailbone up her spine to her brain. Miyano Akemi wanted to open the door and get out of the car immediately, but the taxi she was in was in traffic. If she got out now, she would either die or be maimed.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm not your subordinate."

"Oh dear, you're so stingy. Consider this my debt to you, okay?"

“That’s how it should be.”

"You're not saying this on purpose to cover up the fact that you're a bad driver, are you?"

A poor attempt to provoke someone.

Amuro Tooru in the driver's seat snorted coldly and did not reply.

He floored the accelerator, ready to prove his driving skills with his actions.

The yellow taxi sped into the overtaking lane, ignoring the traffic lights at the intersection, and moved forward at breakneck speed like a cheetah in a hunting state.

Ignored by the two, Akemi Miyano sat in the back, her face pale, as if she could hear the mournful sound of the engine.

......

Seeing the dead man in the hotel room and the empty silver briefcase, Conan finally remembered the robbery case in the newspaper and understood everything. At this moment, he was sitting in the passenger seat of a taxi with Ran, staring in disbelief as the target suddenly accelerated and sped away, ignoring all traffic rules.

"Uncle driver... can you still catch up with that car?"

"...It...it shouldn't be possible." The driver's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Chapter 71 Salvation, a Mind-Stealing Demon

"Take off your watch and give it to me."

Not being used to the bourbon speed, Toru Tono leaned his back against the seat to alleviate the discomfort caused by driving at ultra-high speeds.

Then he reached out to Akemi Miyano.

Realizing she was completely at someone's mercy, Miyano Akemi obediently took off her watch and placed it in the hand of the "high school girl" in front of her.

However, her constantly scanning eyes betrayed the fact that she was still looking for a way to escape.

Tohno looked at the way her eyes were darting around and almost laughed.

"Don't worry, we're here to help you."

I checked the red watch, but I didn't see what appeared to be a transmitter on it.

However, just to be on the safe side, I opened the window and threw the watch out in the howling wind.

“…” Miyano Akemi felt a little sorry for him, but she didn’t dare to say anything.

"We know about you and your genius sister. Leave the rest to us, we'll take care of everything for you."

"Are you from the Japanese police?" Miyano Akemi, who had gradually calmed down from her initial shock, asked with some relief, as she did not sense any Black Organization aura from them.

“We are part of the organization,” Toru Tono of Neutral Bio said with a smile.

Akemi Miyano's expression froze instantly, and she didn't dare to move her fingers.

"Oh my, look how scared you are." Tohno laughed, his laughter pleasant but full of malice. "I have no connection with the Japanese police—but the one sitting in the driver's seat is indeed a member of the Public Security Bureau."

"Hey, don't go around telling everyone who I am."

Amuro Tooru, who was maneuvering the car at high speed, still had the leisure to interrupt.

"Phew." Miyano Akemi finally felt relieved, but she really wanted to punch the exquisite face of the woman with the perverse sense of humor in front of her.

It's a pity that I don't dare.

"You... already know a lot about me and the organization?"