Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

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Different from the previous red-haired serial murder case, this time Aoyagi Binguang's body is in Tokyo and the other in Moscow. The two places are far apart, and it is impossible to use "quick travel" to explain the reason why he can appear in two places at the same time.

So on the surface, besides Gin, he applied for another person to be his assistant.

——Belmod, known as the "Witch with a Thousand Faces".

In the eyes of the organization, he stayed in Tokyo and was responsible for setting traps for undercover agents. Aoyagi Binguang in Moscow was played by Bermod. She is also the third person sent by BOSS to invite Pramya because he is worried about Rum. She will not take action until the other two miss.

But only Belmode knew that she was just staying in the same hotel as Minato Middle School and didn't care about what was happening in the outside world. The person who appeared in front of the teachers and students was not her.

She didn't ask any more questions about this, nor did she reveal this to the organization or Goldwasser. She only vaguely mentioned this to him, and then the two of them tacitly avoided the question at the same time.

Aoyagi Binguang noticed that the sound of water stopped, followed by the sound of gurgling and the slight sound of a glass rubbing against the wooden table. It must be that Belmod poured the wine and raised the glass.

"How are you now?" she asked. "You made so much noise in Japan today, and the BOSS is a little dissatisfied with you."

Qingliu Binguang's hand on the table clenched unconsciously. He looked at the chopsticks that were broken instantly and put them into the trash bag next to him.

His tone was still gentle: "It doesn't matter if it makes a big fuss. Sometimes Gin's actions are much better than mine... As long as I don't get caught later or someone takes the blame for me, that gentleman won't blame me."

"This time I helped confirm that Scotland was an undercover police agent. Although the arrest plan failed and he was rescued by others, Gin still unshackled me. This inexplicable test is finally over..."

Aoyagi Binguang's complaining voice was soundless.

This round table was a low table, and he could only sit cross-legged next to it. This posture once again exposed part of his ankle, with the snake-shaped tattoo deeply imprinted on it.

He peeled off a mustard toffee, didn't eat it for a while, and then took out a book from the side. He brought this from the tower because he was bored. He preferred paper books to e-books.

This is a shabby second-hand book with the title part torn off. There are two gallows on the dark gray cover. The background is white snow and passers-by hurriedly away. The author is Andreev.

He flipped to the back and read this supposedly well-translated edition while waiting for Belmod to speak.

The sound of drinking wine on the other side stopped and became silent. Belmode did not congratulate him.

Aoyagi Binkou realized something.

"After you return to the United States, that gentleman will give you a new and important task, Anis."

Anises.

After several months, Aoyagi Binguang finally heard this real codename that was little known within the organization and unique to him.

He lowered his head, looked at the poisonous snake on the insert, looked at the long fangs in the open mouth, and silently suppressed all the emotions in his eyes.

"understood."

"We will do our best to complete it."

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Inside a police hospital.

This day is definitely a nightmare for the Japanese police.

The shrine suddenly exploded, other explosives appeared in many places, three major accidents occurred in Abedo, a hospital was bombed, a residential apartment building exploded and collapsed, and...

"How about it?"

Kazami Yuya looked anxiously at the doctor who walked out of the ward.

This floor is the brain department, and all the wards on both sides are full. This was extremely rare in the past, but it happened today, and all the patients were from the Metropolitan Police Department.

They all suddenly had headaches in the afternoon and fainted after the pain was so severe. The Fourth Search Section and the Ministry of Public Security have the most people, and there are also people from other departments. Most of them are elites from the professional group, with a total of nearly a hundred people.

Not only the Metropolitan Police Department, but also many people in various places suffer from sudden headaches - some of them are driving and cause traffic accidents - current preliminary statistics from hospitals in various places indicate that more than a thousand people are affected.

The doctor shook his head; "I'm not sure. This kind of case of sudden collective brain damage without any trauma is so rare... It's simply unheard of..."

Feng Jian Yu was also speechless. He respectfully watched the doctor leave to check other patients, and then looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting aside.

Zhufu Jingguang, who finished his undercover mission today, sat there without saying a word.

After arriving at the police hospital, his injuries were treated more professionally, but he did not rest in the ward and refused the psychotherapist sent by the management officer, insisting on clarifying the casualties of all today's incidents.

Zhufu Jingguang listened to the conversation between the doctor and Kazami Yuya, and he thought of the news from the Metropolitan Police Department a few minutes ago.

——Baijiu is dead. He stabbed his parents more than a dozen times and then shot himself. Mrs. Baijiu died of excessive blood loss on the way to the hospital.

——Tojo Tooka is dead. Her body was found in her former port house. There were no injuries on her body and the cause of death was unknown. There was vomit on the floor and the TV was completely destroyed and it was impossible to determine what had been playing before.

——Jona Kotomine and Katsutoshi Teraoka are also dead.

They suddenly developed symptoms of nausea and convulsions in the interrogation room, and both died before they could be rescued. Venomous snake tooth marks were found on their bodies.

All the witnesses who might have clues were killed, and two of them were killed in front of several policemen... Zhu Fu Jingguang's fists were tightly squeezed.

At this time, his mobile phone vibrated. When he saw that the contact person was Kuroda Hei, he pressed the answer button regardless of the difficulty in answering the phone in the hospital corridor.

The other party brought him another bad news.

"On that book there are only the fingerprints of the college student responsible for issuing them and yours. There are no traces of a third person."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was unwilling to give in. Even though he had already subconsciously thought of this result - it was impossible for members of the organization to leave clues about their identities to undercover agents - he still gritted his teeth and said: "I looked at her hands at that time, and there was nothing on her fingers. Protection.”

"I'm afraid she used other methods..."

Kuroda Bingwei was also unwilling to accept it. Two undercover police officers who had received code names were inexplicably taken away in a wave. Anyone else would not be able to accept it. But after all, he was not a party involved, and his mentality was far less broken than Zhu Fu Jingguang's.

He paused to let Zhu Fu Jingguang relax, and then provided a new clue to the undercover agent who had suffered a lot today.

"Because the impact of this incident was too great and there were too many victims, I asked my superiors for instructions, and they allowed me to transfer an organizational investigation report from many years ago."

"The reporter is Wheat Whiskey (Witt), and the reporting time was fourteen years ago."

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Next is the life experience of the protagonist.

Arnis is the real codename of the protagonist, and it appeared in Chapter 90 - after Toru Amuro ordered bourbon, he ordered a glass of ouzo accordingly.

In addition, in the pre-rewrite version of "How to Play Undercover in the Start", this codename was mentioned in Chapter 2.

Chapter 164 How snakes grow venomous fangs (Part )

Fourteen years ago.

Moscow, Russia.

Another heavy snowfall has fallen, and the sky is gray.

The spire of St. Basil's Assumption Church is covered with a layer of snow-white, and the surrounding bare trees are covered with gold and red balls. The tall Christmas tree brings a strong festive atmosphere.

The Red Square market has been prepared for a long time. In addition to the huge ice rink, there are also entertainment facilities such as carousels and flying chairs. The food stalls are also filled with fragrance, attracting tourists from all over the world.

"happy holidays."

In front of a small shop, an older female shopkeeper handed a glass of mulled wine to tourists who spoke a foreign language. After watching them leave, she noticed a woman walking in the distance.

The woman is wearing a thick black winter coat and a scarf tied around her neck. She is tall and tall, with long brown-gray hair with an inconspicuous curvature, and a pair of light brown eyes under the messy bangs.

Seeing her approaching, the shop owner greeted happily: "Would you like a glass of mulled wine?"

Her familiar tone told her that they knew each other. As soon as she finished speaking, a boy appeared from behind the woman.

He was about early ten years old, wearing a down jacket hat, with a few strands of black hair peeking out from under the brim, and a pair of identical light brown eyes looking at her.

The shop owner was even more surprised when he saw him.

"Artemis, are you here with your mother today?"

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Sofia, who runs a sundry shop near Red Square (and sells mulled wine part-time in winter), is a neighbor of Lyudmila and her son. They have known each other for ten years.

Lyudmila is the coach of a shooting club in the city center. She is beautiful and has outstanding work ability - it is said that no one in the entire club can shoot better than her - but she is a bit suspicious.

She rarely chats with her neighbors, sometimes looks behind her when she enters the apartment building, never eats the food handed to her directly, rarely drinks, and is very careful about garbage cleaning...

——"Just like a secret agent."

People around her commented on her and thought she was a weirdo. Only Sophia felt pity for her.

Her own husband died early due to alcoholism, leaving her to take care of her children alone as they grew up. She felt sympathy for her neighbor, who was also raising her children alone and whose husband or boyfriend was never around, and she couldn't help but want to help her.

Lyudmila was resistant at first, but gradually they became familiar with each other, and Sofia taught her and her son how to play Go.

Lyudmila shook her head: "No, we are going to the hospital, we just passed by here."

"He's in the hospital again?"

Sofia sighed, not surprised by this. She suddenly remembered something, took down a gift box from the shelf next to her, and handed it to Artemis, who was leaning against the food outlet.

"Here, here's your Christmas present."

Facing the boy who was old enough to be her grandson, she smiled kindly.

"Every day from now on, live happily."

Artemis did not take the gift immediately. He glanced at Lyudmila carefully first, and when she nodded slightly, he smiled and stretched out his hands.

"I will!" he said seriously.

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After receiving the gift, Artemis and her mother left the market and continued walking towards the hospital.

The road was slippery in the snow, and Lyudmila couldn't walk fast. Her eyes turned around the corners of vehicles and houses from time to time, holding her son's hand firmly.

"It looks like a Go chess piece inside." Artemis held the gift and shook it with one hand. After hearing the voice inside clearly, she felt happy and embarrassed at the same time: "Mom, what gift should I give her in return?"

"The pots of sunflowers you have at home are nice. You can give her one," Lyudmila replied.

“Will it be too simple?”

"No, the most important thing in giving a gift is your thoughts and blessings. She will like it."

Artemis hummed happily: "Then I'll bake some more bread for her. Last time she said the big lobster I baked was delicious, and my bread-making skills have surpassed hers!"

At only ten years old, Artemis was a good cook, and when boys of the same age went out to play, he often cleaned and did housework at home, for which he was even teased by his classmates.

But he had no complaints about this, and even always felt that he had not done enough and was not good enough - he had always been a child who respected and loved his mother and was willing to take care of his family.

"Okay." Lyudmila smiled.