Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

As the last branch agent to join the investigation, in addition to the first initial case, he was more interested in the two cases that occurred in New York.

He quickly asked about the girl: "How was that girl yesterday?"

"I have contacted her grandparents and her maternal grandparents in Japan."

Mentioning this, Judy's voice was muffled: "Although I don't know why the prisoner let her go, her situation is still very dangerous, and people have been sent to protect her closely."

The female branch agent sighed. She also felt pity for the young child, and then she frowned as if she remembered some key clue.

"Could it be..." She muttered.

"What?" The person next to her looked at her in confusion.

"Could it be that the prisoner had a child close to her age, so he didn't have the heart to attack?"

The female detective made a guess that she had not thought of yesterday.

"The bear doll was a model from several years ago. It is not available in the toy stores in shopping malls near the crime scene. Moreover, it has been washed many times and is very clean. It does not look like it was picked up from the trash can. It is most likely something that the prisoner brought with him. … When he saw that the girl was very similar to his own child, he gave it to her without having the heart to kill her…”

"impossible."

Aoyagi Binkou interrupted her almost rudely.

"——Steelin and Kamal have encountered the criminal and are basically sure that he is a man. Father rarely has that kind of mercy."

"........."

Shuichi Akai, who went undercover to find his father to join the FBI, fell silent when he looked at the father-hater in front of him who seemed to have a little prejudice against his father.

This is the first time Aoyagi Binguang's true emotions have been leaked since he entered the conference room.

……

When the meeting ended, it was already dark, and everyone left the room.

They will not go back today. They plan to borrow the bathroom at the training ground to take a bath and then take sleeping bags to sleep here.

Akai Shuichi saw Aoyagi Binguang going to the branch director and stayed in the office for nearly half an hour. After he left, Akai Shuichi also went in.

When the branch director saw him coming in, his expression was a bit complicated. Akai Shuichi asked first, "Sir, does Aoyagi know about my situation?"

"I told him in the morning email." said the branch director. "He just came to report the progress to me. In addition, he has doubts about Kudo and his son, and asked me to find someone to monitor their residence."

Akai Shuichi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood the reason.

There was no reason, just the paranoia of the undercover.

Yesterday, he read the transcripts of Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Shinichi. They arranged a time and place to meet with Aoyagi Binguang, and then met the scene;

Today is the same, because Kudo Yukiko wanted to visit her friends at the music school, so she invited Aoyagi Binguang, who loves music, to come with her, and then she encountered a case again;

It was okay once, but it happened twice in a short period of time, and it was the same inviter. With the undercover's paranoia, he would definitely suspect that there was something wrong with the inviter.

Akai Shuichi even thought of Kudo Yusaku - the report to the IRS was so sudden that it was impossible to find out who it was. Moreover, according to a colleague who was also at the IRS at the time, it was Kudo Yusaku who first spoke to Aoyagi Himitsu, and then the two parties started talking to him. become friends.

"Then did he doubt me?" Akai Shuichi asked calmly.

The branch director's expression became more subtle: "He... it's not suspicion at all. He just asked you when you arrived in New York and how many people were with you at the time."

The middle-aged man paused and added: "I also asked you if you have a fixed partner this time. If not, he can go with you tomorrow."

Akai Shuichi felt as if he had expected it.

Yesterday, luckily, they didn't have much contact; but today, in the concert hall, especially in the conference room, he could faintly sense Aoyagi Binguang's gaze.

Not only was he observing Aoyagi Binguang just now, he was also observing himself.

Many undercover agents will die in hidden organizations, and those who finally return must undergo psychological treatment and examination to determine their mentality and true position, because some of them cannot stand the pressure or the temptation of wealth and have already surrendered to those people.

Therefore, being an undercover agent does arouse empathy to a certain extent and make Aoyagi Binguang willing to help. However, it also arouses suspicion—doubts about whether he is really back, or whether he has been instigated by a criminal organization and has come back to cause trouble for the FBI. .

Especially Akai Shuichi knew that his aura was not that of a good person. It’s perfectly normal to arouse caution and suspicion.

And strong desire for control is the second characteristic of most undercover agents.

Because they have been walking on a tightrope for a long time, this kind of trembling mentality will make undercover agents only trust what is in their hands - in other words, they will feel relieved if they do important tasks by themselves and keep an eye on dangerous people by themselves.

Therefore, it is normal for Aoyagi Binguang to propose to accompany him and want to keep an eye on him in person...

Akai Shuichi thought for a moment and nodded.

"I have no opinion."

……

Akai Shuichi went to the training ground, and when he entered the locker room, he saw Aoyagi Binguang again.

The other person was changing clothes with his back to him, and his long, unrestrained hair was spread over his shoulders. He saw a tattoo from his right shoulder to his upper arm.

It was a wolf in a hunting posture.

Akai Shuichi knew what organization Aoyagi Hikaru was working as an undercover agent, and naturally also knew the code name of the other party in it.

Wolf.

Tattoos are not so frowned upon in Europe and the United States. Although public officials must be careful, Aoyagi Binguang has worked as an undercover agent. In order to blend in with those black characters, tattoos are nothing at all, especially the members of that organization have the habit of tattooing codename animals on their bodies.

His dirty clothes were thrown next to him, and Akai Shuichi saw the necklace thrown on top. One of the stainless steel sheets had a wolf head printed on it, and the other was pressed underneath, making it impossible to see the pattern.

Before Shuichi Akai could speak, Aoyagi Binguang had already put on his shirt, covering all the tattoos on his body, and turned towards him.

There was still doubt and inquiry in those light brown eyes, but it soon disappeared, and a friendly smile appeared on his face.

"What time shall we set off tomorrow?" he asked.

Akai Shuichi did not avoid Aoyagi Binguang at all when he entered the office. Since he was sure that he had met the branch director, he must have obtained the itinerary.

"Nine o'clock in the morning." Akai Shuichi said.

……

Aoyagi Binguang came to the lounge, where he slept in a sleeping bag for a month last month and continues today.

The people in the room were all his colleagues from the branch. He listened to their chat for a while, then suddenly walked to the window and opened it.

An eagle flew in and landed lightly on his right shoulder, where there was a wolf tattoo.

The others were not surprised by this; they all knew he kept a hawk, and one even tore a piece of toast to feed it. It had been hungry for a long time and ate it all without being picky.

The colleagues continued chatting, and one of them said: "I was having dinner with Kamel just now, and he accidentally revealed to me that the serial murders of the agents this time were related to Akai."

"what is the relationship?"

"It seems that he once lurked in some organization and later became a traitor. The other party came to take revenge on him..."

Aoyagi Binguang listened to this scene, which was like neighborhood gossip, and felt deeply that the level and professionalism of FBI agents had seriously declined in recent years.

——Undercover and traitor are two different things.

Chapter 225 Snake Venom and Poisonous Snakes and Wolves (Part )

New York, Brooklyn.

This is the most populous area in New York. Residential areas are arranged on both sides of bustling commercial streets. There are not many high-rise apartment buildings, and most of them are two-story buildings of different styles.

In one of the villas with a garden, the hostess Philo Lucas looked at the carefully repaired branches and leaves, put down the flower shears with satisfaction, and returned to the house.

She bent down and put on her slippers and stood up straight again. The loose clothes could not hide her obvious bulge. She checked the clock in the living room and turned to work in the kitchen.

The TV in the living room was playing boring programs, and there was a faint sound of dog barking in the room, but the dog did not run out.

The whole house was empty, she was alone, but her face was filled with a happy smile.

At half past five in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Philo's eyes lit up, he put down the steak he planned to grill for another five minutes, took off his gloves and hurriedly opened the door.

Sure enough, at the door was her husband, Aaron Lucas, who had just finished a long day at work. They had been married for many years, but they still hugged each other at the door like newlyweds and kissed each other on the cheek.

Philo ended the kiss and his worried eyes fell on her husband's cheek: "What's wrong with your face?"

Aaron raised his hand and touched his cheek. His originally fair complexion was abnormally flushed and even slightly swollen.

"fine."

As he spoke, he took off his black gloves and thicker than ordinary coat, hung them on the hanger, and added to his wife with a smile:

"There was a small event in the morning, and I had to use some cosmetics. Now I have a skin allergy."

……

"I still have to go to my room to take care of some work."

"Okay, honey, do you want me to send dinner over?"

"No, soon, I'll have dinner with you."

The gentle husband explained to his wife and asked about her physical condition. She went for a pregnancy test today. Then he carried his briefcase and entered his own studio in the villa - the basement.

The basement is not big. There is a wooden bed in the center. The tabletop is covered with common tools such as sandpaper and tool boxes. A wind chime design drawing is pressed at the bottom. There are fourteen parts in total.

There are two freezers in the corner of the room, and a sink and an air dryer he made himself on the other side.

It was very cold in the room. Aaron shivered as soon as he came in. He quickly put on the clothes next to him that were thicker than the coat before and closed the door tightly.

He placed his briefcase on the wooden bed, walked to the air dryer, and carefully observed the hanging bones on it.

The bones were long and short, of different sizes, and swayed slightly under the action of the dryer.

——These, without exception, are all human bones.

Aaron stared at these white bones with a cold look in his eyes. If you look closely, you can see that the way he looks at these bones does not look like looking at the same kind at all, but more like a butcher looking at the ribs of livestock in the market.

……

Aaron (Alone) Lucas, male, thirty-six years old.

Living on 30th Street in Brooklyn, New York, he is Scottish-American, white, a bit racist, and hates other races, including Native Americans.

He immigrated to the United States from his grandfather's generation, and three generations of his family have worked for the underworld. He got married twelve years ago and got married, and now works as a bodyguard for a magic troupe in Brooklyn and occasionally does odd jobs.

His wife loves him very much. She knows about his past, but she doesn't mind at all. She always felt that it was her love that influenced him, and they now have a happy family.

He also loves her very much.