Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Yuya Kazami thought as he walked through the corridor and met many medical staff and family members.

This floor is the burn department. When he first arrived in the morning, half of the ward was empty. Now it is overcrowded. Those who have completed emergency treatment in the accident and whose vital signs are relatively stable are basically placed here.

Looking at the busy figures of the nurses and the sad faces of the family members in the ward, Feng Jianyuya quickly regained his spirits.

——A big mistake has been made, he shouldn't be depressed now! He should work hard, sort out the information and hand it over to Mr. Fūya, and find out what happened!

Kazami Yuya, who had cheered himself up again, quickened his pace and passed the elevator on this floor.

Just at this moment, the elevator opened and two nurses pushed out an operating bed.

The man on the hospital bed had his face wrapped in bandages, so his original appearance could not be seen; his upper body was naked, and the skin on his stomach was loose, hanging down like a lump of dough.

Yuya Kazami looked at the patient's pants strangely. They were not the clothes for patients undergoing surgery, but a pair of brown trousers.

...It's an emergency surgery, is there no time to change it?

Yuya Kazami, who was not familiar with common knowledge about hospitals, thought so. He withdrew his gaze and quickly went downstairs.

In addition to Mr. Fūya, Mr. Morobushi must also be notified. Although I don't know where he is now, but since the three accidents in Haido Town are so serious, he should know about it...

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Tokyo time, 12:30 p.m.

Staying in the interrogation room of an organization's base in Haido Town, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was temporarily unaware of the outside world, picked up a torture tool again with his blood-stained hands.

The innocent man on the chair, covered in blood, screamed again and begged for mercy.

His nose could no longer smell anything other than blood, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's throat was filled with a stronger smell of blood and bitterness, but his expression did not waver in the slightest.

There were multiple cameras in the room pointed at him, and he couldn't show even the slightest sympathy or pity.

This is the organization's rule.

In order to prevent the person being interrogated from taking bribes, or the two sides being in collusion and deliberately killing each other, the interrogation process must be recorded in all directions, with both the images and sounds recorded.

"Click."

There was a sudden noise behind him, Zhu Fu Jingguang's fingers trembled and he turned around suddenly to look.

It's Aniset.

She was leaning against the door, looking exhausted from what she had just done. She held an apple in her left hand and a book in her right hand.

There is no barcode on the back of the book, but there is a human figure printed on the cover.

Because of Aniset's fingers blocking the view, Zhu Fujingguang, who had good eyesight, could not see clearly who the seal was. He only saw the raised corner of the mouth through the gaps between the fingers.

That might be a very sweet smile.

Chapter 134 Missing Binga

Tokyo time, 13:30 p.m.

The area east of Haido Town was peaceful; the three major accidents that occurred in the west two hours ago did not affect this area.

A small truck stopped at the door of an apartment very close to Beihu Shopping Plaza. The security guard confirmed that the residents on a certain floor had indeed ordered home appliances, completed the entry procedures, and handed the door cards of the building and garage to the driver.

The driver's hat was pulled down so low that the two security guards couldn't see his face. They could only see his outstretched hand was trembling. After he took the door card, he didn't say thank you at all and drove away directly.

The security guard watched the van go away, and then couldn't help saying to his companion: "Did you see that? The other person next to the driver is so tall, I suspect he must be 2 meters tall when standing on the ground."

"Isn't it normal to be strong for such physical work?"

My companion didn't take it seriously at all and continued to watch the passing vehicles outside.

……

The garage door opened, and the pickup truck entered the parking lot on the basement floor of the apartment building and parked in a random empty space.

"You wait here."

Tequila, who was sitting in the passenger seat, unbuckled his seatbelt and glanced at the driver beside him with cold contempt.

The driver was a member he had never seen before. He had a long face, a middle-parted hair, and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He looked like an honest man.

This kind of timid guy is not pleasant to see, and Tequila is very dissatisfied with Anisette for arranging this person to accompany him. However, the organization has a clear hierarchy, and no matter how many doubts he has in his heart, he can't complain.

The driver nodded, and before Tequila was about to get off the car, he suddenly called him.

"This one……"

The driver extended his other hand and handed a suitcase to Tequila.

"This is a small bomb that Anisette ordered to be used to clean up the scene..."

He was probably very scared, his voice was trembling: "...After completing the task, put it next to the stove and disguise it as a natural gas explosion."

Agave knew the organization's regular "cleaning" process and took it over carefully.

He got out of the car quickly, put the suitcase and the disguised appliance packaging box on the cart, and walked towards the apartment freight elevator. The rumbling sound of the wheels gradually faded away in the silent garage.

"........."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the bomb he made being taken away.

His body was still a little stiff leaning against the seat, and he lowered his head and looked downward.

——There was an electronic handcuff on his ankle.

He had really bad luck during this period. First, he was kidnapped for no apparent reason by a man (identified by his voice), and after he was finally rescued, he was taken away from the hospital.

This thing was fastened by the woman who took him away.

She said that she didn't want to kill him, and she would give him freedom as long as he handed over the bomb he made to the man named "Tequila" and asked him to blow up a household on the upper floors of the building, and then send Tequila away from here.

She also said that although she could cheat, she rarely told lies.

The driver thought of the woman's expression at that time, and he became angrier and angrier. He clenched his fist and raised it high, but when he saw the electronic handcuffs again, he retracted his fist in disappointment - he also began to worry whether the other party would notice his dissatisfaction.

He had no choice. The electronic shackles' several electric shocks made him feel worse than death, so he had no choice but to do as he was told.

It's not his fault! He originally wanted to use those bombs to blow up the police! Even if ordinary people were killed this time, it's not his fault!

If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame the policeman who killed his best friend four years ago and led to his fall, the man who kidnapped him for no apparent reason, and that scary woman!!!

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Zhu Fujing washed the dirt off his hands and walked towards the monitoring room.

After nearly two hours of interrogation, nothing was revealed, but he did not feel angry about the wasted effort. Instead, he felt relieved when Anisette said there was no need to ask any more questions and the case could be solved directly.

——He couldn't save the innocent Mrs. Hojo. He could only give her a quick death.

Zhu Fu Jingguang entered the monitoring room and saw Aniseite, who had his back to him, pinching his nose.

Because she suddenly raised her hand, the gun scope that was originally placed on her leg fell down and rolled to Zhu Fu Jingguang's feet.

He bent down to pick it up and was stunned when he saw the lens.

—There was a little bit of mascara on it.

...Was this used not long ago? Zhu Fujingguang, the sniper, turned his head and glimpsed a small handbag placed near the operating table. The bag was opened, revealing the back cover of the book just now, and an American Stoner AR-7 life-saving rifle was leaning against it.

This gun has a limited range and is not suitable for long-range sniping, but it has high accuracy, good stability, simple structure, and is easy to disassemble and assemble. It can be put into an ordinary bag and was once very popular among killers.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Aniseite.

"Who is talking about me..."

Anisette muttered to herself, turned her chair and looked at him. The surveillance footage on the TV beside her cast a shadow on her face. "Give me back my things. I haven't cleaned them yet...Have you dealt with the body?"

"All right."

Zhu Fu Jingguang handed the scope to her, and at the same time he recognized that the images being played were taken during the interrogation just now.

Anisette may be checking him for any unusual behavior.

"You did a great job." She praised with a smile.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

He was still worried about the sniper scope.

He suspected that Anisette had just gone to carry out another mission. She came so late, which was enough time for the organization to kill a dozen people.

Now he was staying at the organization's base, with this dangerous member of the organization around him, and he couldn't contact the public security department to inquire about the situation. As for asking directly...

Just as Zhu Fu Jingguang was thinking about how to start, Aniseite suddenly asked, "Have you been here before?"

"This is the second time today." Zhu Fu Jingguang answered truthfully, not understanding why she suddenly asked this, "What's the problem?"

"I just checked the query records and found that someone came here to review the surveillance a few days ago..."

Anisette pressed a few buttons on the console and looked at the screens again. The scene jumped to a few days ago.

"The inquirer is Bourbon. In the surveillance footage that day, apart from him, only Binga came. Binga came in the morning and went to a room without surveillance. Only footage of him entering and leaving was captured. Bourbon came in the evening and went straight here. Did the two Rum's men come here for a meeting?"

Upon hearing the code name of You Xunran, Zhu Fujingguang became alert.

"I heard him say that over a glass of vodka, but I don't know if it's true."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was telling the truth.

Compared to Gin, Vodka often reveals a lot of things from his mouth, and can update them in real time, making him, an undercover agent, almost reluctant to capture this first mobile source of intelligence.

"Binga went missing five days ago after leaving this base."

Binga was one of Rum's henchmen, and it was he who captured and tortured Kotomine China. Because of his false arrest, ZERO had to kill the innocent woman who volunteered to serve as bait for the police.

Morobushi Kagemitsu, who also killed an innocent person today, looked at Aniseite calmly.

He carefully observed the descendant of the third-in-command of an organization hostile to Rum, not wanting to miss any detail of her expression.

There was no change on Aniseite's face.

"It's really... well, bizarre."

"He could have escaped, or he could have died, stabbed, poisoned, fallen from a height, shot, drowned, etc. All kinds of ways are possible."

She supported her chin with one hand and sighed softly.