Model worker and his little darling

"This is a top-notch sniper; he is very experienced."

"He must have planned this for a long time; the route planning, the timing—everything was just right."

"His coat was probably the kind that could be worn inside out, and there were probably other clothes in his bag."

“Apart from being seen by a few witnesses, he avoided all surveillance cameras.”

"At the scene of the sniping operation, we found no fingerprints, bullet casings, cigarette butts, or anything like that; we could only determine the sniping location from the dust marks."

"The murderer is about 1.9 meters tall. A black hair was found on the rooftop; it was a wig."

"The murderer is very cunning..."

……

Upon hearing their description of the murderer, a portly high-ranking official nearly fainted on the spot from anger.

By portraying the murderer as so formidable, doesn't that indirectly imply that their own people are all incompetent? After investigating for so long, they found nothing.

After all that talk, it's all just speculation and conjecture; there's nothing useful at all.

"waste!"

"According to what you're saying, did the murderer fall directly from the sky? Or did he emerge from the ground?"

……

Seeing those who reported the incident being verbally abused, Hirakiyo thought of Amuro Tooru.

Touko should still thank him; if she hadn't been given a task today, she would most likely have been called back to work. In that case, he might have been the one getting the worst scolding.

Based on his surveillance, Amuro Tooru's superior wasn't exactly a smart person either; after all, Tooru himself privately called him an idiot.

Especially after Stinger appeared, the scene became quite lively.

A person who had been confirmed dead suddenly appeared and had undergone a drastic change in temperament.

Some believe that Stinger has been completely brainwashed by the organization and is now a loyal lackey, so they urge Amuro Tooru to get rid of him quickly. Others urge him to find out exactly what happened to Stinger.

Well, Taira no Kiyoshi consistently acted as if he trusted and valued Amuro Tooru highly. Coupled with the interference of the undercover agent he had planted, the Public Security Bureau believed him.

But only Amuro Tooru knows the truth. Being caught in the middle makes him uncomfortable from both sides.

Hmm, the FBI and CIA should have received the information from the United States as well.

This is a naked provocation.

They will definitely be forced to find this person.

Whether it's true or false, whether they're dead or alive, there will definitely be such a person.

As for the organization, they might have doubts, but the organization has always operated with a "low profile."

People like this are often courted and their influence expanded. Even if they were to be killed, they wouldn't do it so openly.

Moreover, this person has no connection with the organization whatsoever, so there's no need to make such a fuss over him.

Most importantly, the organization has what they want. What those big shots want most.

As for the person, they will naturally find out when the time comes.

When Gin returned after making the call, he saw Hirai still sprawled on the sofa and reached out to pinch his cheek. "Weren't you sleepy?"

He rubbed his hand against Gin's palm and looked at Gin with a smile, "I'm thinking about how I should exit this stage."

Gin glanced at the screen still playing on the computer and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm?"

"Go to sleep, it's already 2 a.m.." With that, she turned off the computer and dragged Gin back to the room.

……

The next day.

Hirakiyo rang Professor Agasa's doorbell again.

Surprisingly, Hirai not only saw Ran and Conan, but also a strange woman.

"Professor Agasa, what's this?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Agasa enthusiastically introduced Heisei to his new neighbor, "This is Ms. Sachiko Kawakami, who moved in recently. She's a graduate student at the University of Tokyo. She came to visit Ai today because she heard she was sick."

Ping Qing nodded knowingly and greeted the new woman in a friendly manner.

Not long after, Ran and Sachiko Kawakami said goodbye.

Conan watched TV, which was broadcasting news about the assassination of the American congressman yesterday. He felt that this incident was inextricably linked to that organization.

That's insane, that's provocation.

"It's perfect that it happened to be a weekend holiday."

Hearing Professor Agasa's remark, Conan snapped out of his thoughts. "That's right. Now that we know someone wants to harm Ai Haibara, we naturally can't let her wander around outside."

"I think Ai's condition has improved considerably, and I think it's time to take her to meet her father Dr. Miyano's friends."

Haibara was taken aback. His father's friend?

"Doctor, what's going on?"

“Among my friends, when I asked about Dr. Miyano, someone told me that he has a friend who grew up with him and is now a designer. I heard that Dr. Miyano once self-published a book when he was young, and he asked this friend to help with the binding.”

"I thought that if I could meet this person, I might be able to find out about the men in black you mentioned, as well as Ai's parents."

Conan looked at Hirai, who smiled and said, "Let's go take a look together, but it happened twenty or thirty years ago. We probably won't get any information out of them, so you should be prepared."

Hearing that she could learn about her parents, Haibara seemed much more energetic.

However, Pingqing is right; her parents would definitely not tell outsiders about the organization.

……

In the car.

Haibara was wearing a mask and was still coughing incessantly.

"You're not even ready yet, why do you have to go today? Who knows where they're hiding, eyeing you with predatory intent?"

"Please, you guys actually really want to go, don't you?"

Conan pursed his lips. "If I could know the inside story, of course I'd want to go."

Seeing the two arguing, Dr. Agasa remained calm and said, "Shinichi, don't worry. We're both fine now, aren't we? Besides, they haven't gathered any evidence."

Heiji almost burst out laughing. He hadn't expected Professor Agasa to be so naive. They weren't police officers; they needed evidence to arrest someone.

People can kill without reason, let alone a highly suspected traitor.

Upon arriving at the Dejima Design Office, I saw a kind-looking old man with white hair, a round face, a big beard, a beer belly, and glasses—Dejima Sohei.

Heiji looked at Professor Agasa, then at the company president.

Could this be Professor Agasa's long-lost twin brother—Master Agasa?

Pingqing's gaze was so strange that it aroused the curiosity of the others.

"Um, I just think Professor Agasa and President Izushima look a bit alike."

"Haha...that's how people our age are."

Conan rolled his eyes in exasperation. What kind of time is this to be thinking about such things?

“Atsushi Miyano and I are indeed childhood friends, but unfortunately we haven’t seen each other for almost 30 years. The last time we met was when he rented me the house his father left him to start a company.”