The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Inspector Megure looked at the man who was brought to the scene and was said to be related to the deceased, and he held his forehead with a headache. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but every time a case happened, there would always be a detective who jumped out inexplicably, eager to participate in the investigation, and cared about the progress of the case more than the police.

The man named Okiya Subaru was no exception. Under the nose of Inspector Megure, he and Edogawa Conan looked here and there, as if they did not consider themselves outsiders.

After bringing the person over, Ida Kou said that he would continue to ask Midorikawa Hikaru some questions. After informing Officer Mumu, Midorikawa Hikaru and Ida Kou were going to the other side where there were fewer people.

Seeing this, Okiya Subaru asked curiously, "Isn't this gentleman a policeman?"

Ida Hang was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He subconsciously glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang and then shook his head, but did not deny the question, "He is a friend of the deceased."

"Oh, really?" Okiya Subaru smiled meaningfully, then turned to Morobushi Keimitsu and said, "I'm sorry, because you look like a policeman, I unconsciously mistook you for a police officer."

"Don't worry about it." Zhu Fu Jingguang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he and Yi Dahang left the area together.

Edogawa Conan pulled the hem of Okiya Subaru's clothes from behind. He lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Subaru, what do you want to confirm?"

"Haven't you already guessed it?" Okiya Subaru half-knelt down, and the lenses of his glasses reflected a white light in the sunlight, making his expression even more difficult to discern.

Edogawa Conan looked at him silently, and finally looked away and said, "So what is your conclusion?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet." Okiya Subaru pretended to be distressed. He tilted his head and smiled, "After all, this is not something that can be easily confirmed. Let me try it again."

"But it's pretty close."

On the other side, Toru Amuro, who was waiting for a call from Keimitsu Morifushi, received unexpected information. He asked for leave from Kozuki and drove to the contacted location.

According to the liaison officer under Rum, Mitsuri Fujiyama, the reserve member of the organization who has been out of contact for more than eleven hours, has detected the signal source of her mobile phone. The liaison officer sent the location of the signal to Toru Amuro, who is Bourbon, and conveyed Rum's order.

After finding the person, he killed Fujiyama Mitsuri and wanted to watch her die with his own eyes.

In fact, this order is not that abrupt. After all, before the low-level personnel officially become code members, their lives may be wiped out by sudden suspicion. Even reserve code members cannot escape.

This is the first step to prevent undercover agents from infiltrating the organization.

Fūya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu went through the same thing before they became code members. Even now that they have become code members, they are not absolutely safe.

The organization's suspicion is like a sword that always hangs over their heads, waiting to cut off their heads at any moment. They will never be able to relax unless this cancer is eradicated.

Toru Amuro parked the car in front of the destination and found out that it was a hotel before getting out of the car. The man was thinking about the possible situations and countermeasures he might encounter next, but his pace did not slow down at all.

After his figure entered the hotel and disappeared at the door, a woman walked out from behind the green plants opposite the hotel. She looked at Toru Amuro's back with a serious expression and recognized that he was "Bourbon" from the organization.

She had seen Bourbon once from a distance. He was a handsome, considerate and extremely dangerous man. All his disguises were just honey to cover up his edge, waiting for the prey deceived by his appearance to step into his trap.

When such a person appeared here, Fujiyama Mitsuri naturally would not think that the other party was kind enough to rescue her.

She covered her wrist which was dislocated and fractured during the escape, and stared at the inn with a pale face. Sure enough, not long after Bourbon entered the inn, the room where she was imprisoned exploded, and billowing black smoke poured out from the hole in the collapsed ceiling.

The faint hope in the woman's eyes also turned into deep hatred.