Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

5:30 am in a safe house in Tokyo

Amuro Tooru paced back and forth in the room. Although his face was calm and expressionless, and he showed no signs of anxiety, his tense shoulders and the way he kept checking his phone betrayed his true feelings.

In fact, he received the news a little earlier than Gin's text message, after all, he was now known as a rising star in the organization's intelligence network.

His investigation revealed that the organization's various departments were quite dispersed, perhaps to prevent the presence of traitors, resulting in weak connections between departments. Despite becoming a codenamed member of the organization, Amuro Tooru still couldn't figure out its true size or ultimate purpose.

Therefore, he could only continuously expand his intelligence network and develop his own informants. This intelligence was provided to him by one of his subordinates—a fringe member without an organization codename. He told Amuro Tooru that, for some reason, the police suddenly suspected a pharmaceutical company under the organization's name, which was actually a front for a hidden experimental base.

The informant added that the organization's current order is to quickly transfer important documents, or blow them up if there's no time to take them with you.

Upon learning this news, he immediately contacted Yuya Kazami and asked him to convey the secret report to his colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Hopefully it's not too late..." He turned on the screen again, but still received no reply. So he simply sat down at the table, picked up a pen, and lightly tapped the paper, but did not write anything.

"This shouldn't be a special operation by the Metropolitan Police Department targeting the organization. Just as the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau have undercover agents within the organization, the organization should also have undercover agents lurking among the police. Since this operation was so rushed, the Metropolitan Police Department must have unintentionally become involved in cases related to the organization..."

Thinking this through, he turned on his P-Phone again—at this time, it was still seven or eight years before the release of Apple's first-generation phone, and the iPhone he usually used had not yet been invented.

P-Phone is a private phone used by Japanese police officers. This particular model is specially made and looks no different from a regular mobile phone, but it actually has its own number range and special identifier. It is mainly used for internal communications within the police force and employs stricter security measures.

Moreover, it is more stable, smoother, and more adaptable to the environment than ordinary mobile phones. It is waterproof, drop-proof, and shock-resistant, ensuring that the phone can still function even when the user leaves, making it a "black box" in a sense.

Of course, it can't stop bullets.

Akihara: So why were they already using smartphones by the time Morofushi Kagemitsu sacrificed himself...? Slim, large screen, and if they were using a Xiaomi 11, it would even be bulletproof...

Back on track, after Amuro Tooru had pressed the screen light up countless times, Kazami Yuya finally called.

"Mr. Furuya, we made it. The Metropolitan Police Department evacuated in time, and there were no casualties."

Kazami Yuya got straight to the point, first informing the other party of the situation that was of most concern to him.

Amuro Tooru breathed a slight sigh of relief, then pressed on, "Why did the Metropolitan Police Department investigate that pharmaceutical company?"

"After they were safely evacuated, I questioned the head of the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division. He said they were investigating a murder case where the victim had taken problematic drugs there, ultimately leading to his death."

The First Investigation Division... Amuro Toru clearly remembered that after Date Wataru graduated, he briefly worked at a police station under the Metropolitan Police Department, and then quickly joined the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The section chief mentioned that he received three phone calls around the same time warning him to be careful of explosives."

"Three phone calls?" Amuro Tooru's brows furrowed with a hint of doubt. He thought one of the calls might be from his childhood friend, Morofushi Kagemitsu, but he had no clue about the other one. Could it be that the Public Security Bureau or the Metropolitan Police Department had sent a third undercover police officer in addition to the two of them?

"Yes, but the section chief didn't elaborate on the topic further," Kazami Yuya confirmed on the other end of the phone.

"Okay. Although the possibility is slim, I'd still appreciate it if you could remind them to be wary of retaliation from the organization."

Amuro Tooru decided to send a message to the class president later to inquire about the details of the case—and also to ask how he was doing lately and how his relationship with Miss Natalie was progressing.

Kazami Yuya paused, seemingly struggling with something. "Mr. Furuya, that section chief seemed to be implying that the person who solved this case wasn't a member of the police force, but an ordinary citizen..."

Amuro Tooru immediately became serious. "Who is he? We need to contact other departments of the Public Security Bureau immediately to provide him with protection."

Kazami Yuya replied sincerely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Furuya, that's the problem. The section chief just won't tell us. He said that at that person's request, he won't disclose his name, not even to the Public Security Bureau."

Hearing this, Amuro Tooru breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat comforted. "Well, at least he has some common sense. But we still need to find out his identity as soon as possible; we can't underestimate the organization's methods."

Kazami Yuya seemed to bow slightly. "Understood."

Amuro Tooru suddenly seemed to remember something. "By the way, how's the situation with that Akihara Kazuhiro guy I asked you to investigate before?"

"Overall, there are absolutely no problems with his resume. I can send you all the relevant information about this person via fax. Is that convenient for you to receive?"

"Later, there's no telephone line in this safe house." Amuro Tooru wasn't surprised by this result—after all, if you traced his current name Amuro Tooru, you would get the same flawless resume.

After agreeing on the specific time for the fax, Amuro Tooru ended his call with Kazami Yuya.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. When he opened them again, a smile appeared on his lips as he began to compose a text message for Date.

……

"The class monitor really works so hard—"

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the streets of Tokyo still looked deserted, but there were already some pedestrians dressed in casual clothes, strolling or jogging.

Kenji Hagiwara walked ahead, turned his head to look at the two people lagging behind, and sighed softly:

"It's like one problem after another—the suspect in the previous case hasn't been caught yet, and now there's another bombing."

"Not only that, they were also scheduled to hold a press conference today regarding the case from a week ago," Matsuda Jinpei added, glancing at Akihara Kazumitsu beside him. "It seems the crime rate in Tokyo has surged recently."

Akihara Kazumitsu looked dazed, his eyes lifeless, wiping away tears that had welled up from a yawn. Sensing Matsuda Jinpei looking at him, he turned and weakly said, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly..."

Matsuda Jinpei was now convinced that the other person was no ordinary individual. They hadn't seen Akihara Kazumitsu emerge from the parking lot for a long time and had assumed he'd slipped away, but he unexpectedly came down from the rooftop on his own after a while. Coupled with his current calm demeanor, they took it as confirmation of their suspicions.

Well, at least we share the same goal: to fight criminals... I guess.

"What a pity, I was planning to invite him to eat here again."

Kenji Hagiwara stopped ahead and looked up at the familiar restaurant sign. In the distance, the Metropolitan Police Department building stood out prominently in the faint morning light.

He had seen Akihara Kazuhiro passing by through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows earlier.

After wandering around all night, they returned to this place.