Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

Kurosawa walked outside the manor, got in the car and drove around the neighborhood, then successfully set up fake surveillance.

Park the car on the side of the road and climb over the wall into the manor.

According to the positioning device that the boss voluntarily installed on his body in order to prevent himself from being killed in the explosion, he was in the basement and was still a bit far away.

It doesn't matter if it's far away, as long as you talk to the boss before the butler comes.

After all, if he were present, the boss would most likely refuse with the excuse, "Since you two haven't reached an agreement, let's talk about it next time."

A minute later, Kurosawa, who had violently entered the basement, looked at the boss who was lying on the bed, looking haggard, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised and then recovered.

"Boss, what exactly made you dissatisfied with my last proposal?"

"Now there is plenty of time, you can talk to me in detail."

The boss really wanted to say that he was not satisfied with anything, but then again.

Gin has worked diligently for the organization for so many years, so it doesn't matter if he is a little disrespectful to him. He won't betray him anyway.

The boss slowly sat up from the bed, a tired look on his face.

At this moment, he suddenly coughed violently twice, his voice was low and hoarse, but he soon recovered and spoke slowly.

"It's never a good idea to keep an undercover agent in the organization. You have to understand that."

Kurosawa really wanted to roll his eyes; his proposal was almost enough to clearly state that undercover agent = free labor, but he was still unwilling to agree.

This boss is really stubborn. How can there be such a disobedient boss? I must fire him if I get the chance!

"I know, but I am the only one in the organization who is willing to give my all."

Rum? Who is that? I don't know.

"Although the undercover agents' motives were not pure, they did save other members a lot of trouble."

"It can even be said that 50% of the organization's tasks were done by me, another 20% were done by peripheral personnel, and the remaining 30% were almost all done by undercover agents."

This is not an exaggeration, the other real wines are in a peaceful semi-retired state, and usually use their official identities to eat, drink and have fun.

He is the only one who makes an effort from time to time, striving to defeat the boss and become the boss.

"But the total number of tasks performed by other people who are actually members of the organization is not even one-tenth of that of an undercover agent."

"I really hope you can think about it carefully, Boss.

"boom!"

With a deafening bang, the dilapidated wooden door of the basement was violently opened for the second time.

Dust flew wildly in the air, covering up the people in the dark.

In the darkness, the figure slowly put on pure white gloves and brushed off the dust on his clothes.

He walked out of the shadows step by step, and his figure gradually became clearer.

"GIN, I really hope you can retire soon." The voice was full of magnetism and threats.

The person who spoke stood there, with undisguised hostility in his scarlet eyes.

That’s right, the butler.

Kurosawa's dark green eyes looked at him, and in an instant, there seemed to be sparks and lightning colliding violently in the air.

Kurosawa's eyes were like those of a cold poisonous snake, emitting a chilling chill.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a sneer of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Butler, you are trying to drive me away."

At this time, the lights in the basement were dim and flickering, reflecting the faces of the two people.

The butler stared at the boss, waiting for his instructions. As long as he nodded, he would immediately kick this annoying guy out.

Boss: Why do I feel like two of my capable subordinates are fighting over this handsome boy like me?

It turns out that I have read too many novels.

Boss coughed twice, trying to calm the two people down.

"You are all my good subordinates. I don't want you to quarrel. Why don't you sit down and have a good talk?"

Kurosawa understood that the boss had to stand on his side this time, otherwise he would have someone kick him out.

The butler glared at Kurosawa. He had just been out for a while and his boss was about to be abducted by this guy.

The housekeeper felt very uncomfortable and went outside to find two stools.

As soon as he sat down, he stopped talking and just looked at Kurosawa quietly, wanting to see how he was going to write the story.

Kurosawa carefully explained his carefully planned plan in detail to his boss.

First, he pointed out that killing the undercover agent would not solve the fundamental problem, but would cause more trouble and risks.

In addition, finding undercover agents is itself an extremely time-consuming and laborious task.

Then, he emphasized an important point: "If you can only steal for a thousand days, how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"

What this means is that instead of spending a lot of time and energy guarding against the enemy, it is better to adopt a proactive strategy.

Therefore, he suggested keeping the undercover agents and using them cleverly.

By giving them insignificant but troublesome tasks, they can be kept busy while preventing them from obtaining critical intelligence.

This not only allows undercover agents to work for the organization, but also effectively reduces internal threats.

In this way, they can get no intelligence but still help complete the mission. Isn't this the best of both worlds?

The boss' eyes brightened and he became more excited the more he listened. He had always thought that this person only had bad ideas and had never even read his proposal.

I didn't expect that he could have such normal thoughts besides painting the base pink, planting cherry trees all over it, and writing "I am from the Black Organization, beat me to death" on everyone's car.

At this moment, the boss' heart was filled with relief. He stared at Kurosawa quietly, with a gleam in his eyes.

He saw Kurosawa's growth and efforts, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

It's like the look in the eyes of a noisy child at home who finally stops making noise one day and helps the adults solve a problem.

However, Kurosawa was not aware of all this. He was still working hard to talk about his plan and was fully committed to his work.

Suddenly, Kurosawa felt a chill coming from behind, making him shiver.

He subconsciously looked back and found that the boss was staring at him with kind eyes.

Kurosawa: Eh...if only you were a little more handsome.

Resisting the urge to complain, Kurosawa turned his head to the side and continued to talk about his plan.

Ten minutes later, the boss suddenly stood up from the bed and held Kurosawa's hand.

"GIN, I always knew you were a smart kid. I misunderstood you before. I apologize."

"I will carefully look at your requests to the organization in the future and will not erase your urge to reform."

It didn't take long for the boss to regret what he said, because when Kurosawa finished his tasks and had free time, he could write 800 proposals a day.

The week before my boss’s meeting, I didn’t want to miss any good proposals so I read each one ten times and almost had a heart attack out of anger.

Later, the housekeeper saw that he was too tired and offered to do it for him, thus saving such a young life.

But the current boss obviously has no idea what will happen in the future.

When he saw Kurosawa's eyes light up like a hungry wolf when he heard his words, there was actually a hint of relief.

What a good kid...

Although the butler had a premonition that something was wrong, it was just a premonition so he couldn't say anything.

.........

Metropolitan Police Department.

Inspector Megure sat in a chair and gave a summary after listening to the whole story.

"So what you mean is that someone asked Brother Maori to investigate a case yesterday, but you thought it was too late and didn't agree, and then he was kidnapped?"

Mao Lilan nodded very seriously.

"Yes, Officer Megure, this is what happened."

"Officer Megure, can we find my father? Will he have any accidents?"

Faced with the hopeful eyes of Mouri Ran, Inspector Megure wanted to say something but stopped himself. He didn't know what to say. This matter was really a bit ridiculous.

And no matter what, this is not a place to look for people, they are here to handle murders!

Conan pushed a stool from the side, stepped on it, and touched Mouri Ran's head soothingly.

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaolan. Uncle Maori will definitely be found! You have to believe in me... the power of the police station!"

"Um..."

Officer Megure stood up from his chair: "Well, where is your office? I'll go to the monitoring room to look for it."

Forget it, after all, we know each other, so it’s okay to help find it.

Ran Mouri quickly reported the location of their office and followed Officer Megure to the monitoring room.

"Takagi, check the surveillance cameras near this office."

Gao Mu received the order and swallowed guiltily.

Conan immediately realized that he was guilty, but what was he guilty about?

"Hurry up!" Officer Megure urged.

Takagi checked immediately, and then everyone stared at the black screen in the monitoring room in a daze.

"Report to the officer, the surveillance nearby is broken."

Takagi seemed to be staring at Inspector Megure when he said this, but in reality his eyes were not focused at all.

"Broken? Then why don't you find someone to fix it right away!"

"Yes, officer!" Takagi responded and quickly ran out of the monitoring room.

While running, I complained about my misfortune in my heart.

This monitoring room is rarely visited throughout the year, so how come he happened to encounter it while he was on duty?

I'd better go to the temple to worship recently.

Inspector Megure was looking at the black screen in a bad mood. He thought it would be over soon, but it didn't happen at all.

He looked at Mao Lilan and said, "Take me to your office."

"Ok!"

Under the leadership of Maori Ran, the few of them quickly returned to the Maori Detective Agency.

After Inspector Megure took a look at the room where Kogoro Mouri rested last night, he came out to ask Ran Mouri.

"There are only two reasons for kidnapping, for money or for sex. Maoli...should not be for sex. Look at this room and see if there is anything missing?"

Ran Mouri and Conan hurriedly checked the room.

Inspector Megure ran outside to ask someone, hoping that someone might have seen it.

Conan carefully checked the room for clues, but unfortunately he had never been here and was unfamiliar with it. In the end, he followed Inspector Megure to question someone.

Inspector Megure knocked on the door of the house next door.

The door slowly opened a tiny crack, and from the narrow gap, an eye cautiously peeked out.

This eye was full of red bloodshot, with light blue dark circles under the eye, revealing that his owner might not have gotten a good rest last night.

She also glanced to the side from time to time, as if she was afraid of something, with a look of tension and fear in her eyes.

"Sorry... I'm sorry, what do you want to talk to me about?" A weak and trembling voice came from the crack of the door.

"Hello, I'm a police officer. Someone has been kidnapped nearby. I want to talk to you about the situation. It's just a routine inquiry. Don't be nervous."

Inspector Megure was accustomed to such scenes and he offered some symbolic comfort.

His eyes moved around restlessly, trying to find something on Inspector Megure's face.

But suddenly, at some point, everything became calm.

The door slowly opened, and a little black-haired girl who was estimated to be a little over 1.5 meters tall appeared in front of the two people. Her face did not look like that of a Japanese.

"Hello...Hello, would you like to come in and sit down?"

The little girl asked timidly, looking like she had severe social anxiety.

"No, please tell me if you saw anyone strange last night. I have to ask others later."

The little loli didn't say anything, but stared at Conan.

Seeing that no one was talking, Inspector Megure turned around and knocked on another door.

A small hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Officer Megure turned around and asked in confusion: "Little girl, is there anything else?"

"I...I saw something last night that might be...useful to you. Could you please come to my house and sit for a while?"

In this way, Inspector Megure and Conan entered the little girl's house.

This little girl's house is a bit... smelly, and the smell is weird. Every place in sight is clean, but it just feels weirdly dirty.

The little girl went up to the attic and poured two cups of tea for the two of them, brought them down, and then sat down on the small sofa obediently.

Inspector Megure couldn't help but use the same interrogation tactics as when interrogating a criminal: "Name."

"Ah....My name is Meishan Deka, and I am studying abroad from Xia Country."

Inspector Megure ignored him and continued to ask why the man had a Japanese name even though he was studying in Xia Country.

"Meishan, what did you see last night?"

"I saw... a man in black last night! He went in from the balcony and kidnapped another person! No... that's right, that's what happened."

Mishan Deka said as he stood up to demonstrate the movements and point out the locations, his tone was also strange.

Conan observed her and the layout of the room from time to time, and she always felt that there was something wrong with this person.

Inspector Megure didn't pay attention to this and continued asking.

"Then did you see where he went after he kidnapped that person?"

"I...I saw it! He suddenly disappeared, then suddenly appeared outside and left with another boy."

Mishan Deka panicked and gestured his movements and positions, trying to increase his persuasiveness.

Conan suddenly asked with an innocent look on his face, pointing at the stairs leading to the small attic.

"Sister Meishan, what is that on the stairs?"

There was a moment of blankness on Meishan Deka's face, and he looked back with a fierce look.

After seeing that there was only a small rag doll on the stairs, he immediately restrained his expression and put on a frightened look again.

"That...that is the doll my sister gave me. I'll go keep it."

Meishan Deka walked towards the attic with her little skirt lifted up.

He put the doll back into the small attic, then immediately came down and politely sat back on the sofa.

"Okay, so the kidnapper has an accomplice, right?"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Then did you see the kidnapper clearly?"

Mishan Deka nodded heavily: "Yes, it's a boy, his eyes are golden, and so are his eyelashes."

"The expression is very calm, and very high."

Mishan Deka jumped up and down as he spoke, trying to make people understand how high it was.

Inspector Megure wrote down these clues. After all, Conan was a child and his opinions would not be listened to.