Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"Those guys from the headquarters haven't gone back yet?"

The colleague who was drinking coffee also leaned on his seat. He glanced there and replied: "Today is the last day. They will leave in the afternoon."

"What about the serial murder case of the detectives?"

"It's up to them to continue to follow up, there is no need for the branch to be responsible..."

The two looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

——Thank God, they can finally stop working overtime!

……

In a stadium.

"So Aoyagi-sensei prefers rugby?"

"Well, I personally think rugby is more physical and more enjoyable to watch. In the past few years, when I was not so busy at work, I would go to watch the game whenever I had the chance..."

Aoyagi Binguang, who finally got his vacation, was looking for a position while communicating with Kudo Shinichi about his favorite sports.

This football match is between New York City FC and the away Los Angeles Galaxy. Because Kudo Shinichi's favorite star Ray Catis is the goalkeeper of the Los Angeles Galaxy, he bought an away ticket.

Aoyagi Binguang walked in front, constantly scanning the seat numbers written low down. The seats assigned to visiting team fans in the stadium are often in a corner of the upper stands. They quickly find their seats and sit down one by one.

Aoyagi Binguang sat near the aisle, and Kudo Shinichi sat on his left.

After sitting down, he habitually looked around. It was not as crowded as other places, and it was very close to the exit. Even if there was an accident, he could evacuate immediately. The disadvantage was that it was too far from the competition venue, even for people with good eyesight like him. I don’t know the numbers on the players below.

Fortunately, Kudo Shinichi was prepared early.

"Here, I brought binoculars."

Kudo Shinichi handed over a pair of binoculars, and Aoyagi Binguang took it: "Thank you."

He checked it out and was a little surprised, "This is the latest model this year. Did you buy it specially?"

"No, I borrowed it when I went to the theater to watch a performance that day." Kudo Shinichi touched the pair in his hand, "Fortunately, I borrowed it and gave it to my mother to take with me, otherwise..."

Thinking of what happened that day, Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but look at the man next to him.

After he and Xiaolan escaped from the silver-haired murderer that day, he didn't dare to stay there any longer and immediately rushed to a nearby street to call a taxi.

He wanted to make a phone call in the car, but when he looked at it, he realized that his phone was out of battery. He wanted to ask the driver to borrow it, but the driver refused and looked at him with a wary look. Kudo Shinichi didn't dare to force it. Fortunately, the hotel was not far away. After arriving at the hotel, he borrowed the front desk phone to call the police.

When he got the antipyretic medicine and returned to the room, recharged his mobile phone and turned it on, he saw a missed call from Aoyagi Binguang, and the other party happened to call again, and then he realized that he had been to that street just now...

Aoyagi Binguang, who was playing with the telescope, noticed Kudo Shinichi's gaze. He put down his things and looked straight: "What's wrong, Kudo?"

When communicating with them, Aoyagi Binguang kept using Japanese. Kudo Shinichi, who was familiar with the language, came to his senses and waved his hands quickly: "It's okay! I was wondering if Lei would start. The previous slanderous reports had a great impact on him... "

Qing Liu Bingguang curled up the corners of his mouth in a half-smile: "I thought you were worried that another case would happen."

What does that "again" mean? Kudo Shinichi showed his half-moon eyes: "How can it be so exaggerated..."

After many days of continuous rain, New York finally ushered in a sunny day, and the sun shone softly into the stadium, falling on the young man and the teenager, who were 10 years apart in age.

They communicated at a volume that did not disturb others, talking about various topics with smiles on their faces.

Aoyagi Binguang didn't take out his mobile phone, but he occasionally rubbed the index finger of his right hand. Kudo Shinichi glanced over there curiously, but there was nothing on it.

The game started in such a relaxed atmosphere.

Somewhere where they couldn't see, a little black man stood at an exit, sneering furtively at the excitement in the stadium.

He turned around and entered the passage, and behind him, two more black figures followed.

……

Parsibai is a serial killer wannabe.

He's not uncommon. They'll set up fan sites for cool guys, or even propose to them.

Pasibai did not court, but he did admire these people very much. Therefore, he was very dissatisfied that the two cases were solved so quickly and both of them were killed directly by the police.

Dissatisfied, he planned to retaliate against the New York police and FBI.

In a certain remote passage, because most people were focused on watching the game, the place seemed even more empty. The distance was buried in large shadows, and only Pasibai, who was holding the remote control, walked quickly outside.

He looked at the bomb remote control in his hand. He planned to press the button directly when the game was over and the scene reached its climax.

He couldn't help but start imagining the scene after the explosion. What expressions would there be on the faces of these people who are laughing now? It's a pity that he was already hiding outside and could not watch this scene with his own eyes...

The more Pasibai thought about it, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but speed up his pace, wanting to rush to a safe place as quickly as possible. He walked past the bathroom with a bucket and mop at the door, and wanted to move forward——

His eyes suddenly went dark.

……

"Da da……"

In a remote passage, a member of the black organization who did not deliberately lower his footsteps because he was sure there was no one around and no one was monitoring him - Pear Brandy, or "William" for short, came to the agreed meeting place.

He never liked waiting for others, so he found that the other party had already arrived. This was a good thing, but...

William looked at Qingliu Binguang who was mopping the floor. He didn't know what was stained there. There was a large piece of sticky stuff, and there was obvious confusion on his face.

"What are you doing, Anis?"

Could it be that the other party sneaked in as a stadium cleaner this time? Isn’t this too dedicated?

"As you can see, there was a little accident and I'm cleaning up the mess."

Qingliu Binguang put down the mop helplessly, wearing a pair of thin black gloves on his hands.

After he straightened up, he seemed to want to brush up his hair out of habit, but failed. This action seemed a bit weird for him with short hair.

William was even more confused, but as an intelligence officer, he knew that sometimes he shouldn't ask more questions. He opened the satchel at his side and was about to take out the document bag inside when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qingliu Binguang holding a driver's license in his hand.

"Whose is this?"

He asked warily, while looking at the bathroom next to him. He was worried that there was someone inside.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to hear something unusual... like the sound of something dragging across the ground amidst the occasional noise in the distance.

"Mr Passerby's."

Aoyagi Binguang said gently, "Don't worry, William, there is no one else around."

Chapter 247 Leisure after the case (Part )

Pear brandy silence.

After a few seconds, he turned away and handed over the small document bag.

"This is something you forgot to take with you. Check to see if there is anything missing."

"Thank you."

Anis raised his right hand to take it, opened the bag in front of him, took out a USB flash drive and an adapter from it, and took out his mobile phone to connect directly.

William watched his movements, and looked away from the moment the phone screen lit up and text flashed on it.

But he wasn't too far away. His eyes slowly moved upward, looking at Anis's face, silently recalling what happened this month.

During the month that Goldwasser set out to kill the traitor and kill the undercover, Anis stayed at his house.

At first, William thought Anis was looking for help, but he said, "Just a small favor." During this month, Anis occasionally went out, but most of the time he was alone in the guest bedroom, borrowing an ordinary computer without organizational system protection, and kept tapping away.

William was once worried that being so "homely" would lead to the failure of the mission. When the deadline was approaching, he tried to persuade him, but he only received one sentence from the other party - "Thank you. Don't worry, I always know what I am doing."

Then the mission is accomplished and Venom suddenly dies. On the day Snake Venom left the bar, the emergency service team determined that he had taken hostages and was also a suspect in the FBI's serial murder case, and shot him directly.

Then the next night, Anis left without saying goodbye, leaving behind the computer with the USB flash drive inserted and the screen showing that the data had just been copied.

At that time, William was stunned for several seconds facing the empty guest bedroom. Thinking of the fate of those members who touched things randomly, he did not dare to stay in it any longer, and immediately sent an email asking what to do with those things.

As a result, Anis didn't know what he was busy with and didn't reply until late at night. He said that he could just unplug the USB flash drive and made an appointment to meet at the stadium today and hand the things over to him.

——He did not give any orders or threats throughout the process not to peek at the information inside.

After finishing his recollection, William stared at Anis' face, a little distracted.

Even though he was not threatened, he did not peek. He knew that Anis had a special status and was the only remaining descendant of Goldwasser, the third in command.

Real names are kept secret, age is kept secret, past is kept secret, surface work is kept secret, most tasks are kept secret...

William didn't even know whether the face was real or whether it had been "kept secret" in some way.

In the dim passage, under Anis' short black hair was a mediocre but gentle Asian face, with smooth and delicate skin, without makeup or disguise.

Maybe he looked at it for too long. Anis, who was already sensitive to sight, looked up, and his green eyes glowed like the scales of poisonous snakes.

"What's on my face?" Anis asked.

"……without!"

William came back to his senses and answered without thinking. Maybe he felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. This time he looked at the document bag Anis had casually tucked under his arm.

"The scratch papers on the table are also in it. I didn't know if you still wanted them, and I didn't dare to deal with them casually, so I put them all in..."

Anis asked: "Have you read what it said?"

"...I saw it accidentally."

William answered honestly, after all, all the content was written on the first page, and it was written in such a large size that it was impossible not to see it as long as you tidied it up.

"But I can't understand it. It's not written in English."

Many members of the organization, especially those at the top, basically speak multiple languages. William is just an ordinary member and can only speak two languages, one of which is his mother tongue that he has not used for many years.

After confirming that there was no problem with the content, Anis kept the phone and USB drive connected, put them into his pocket together, and then pulled out the scratch paper with the content written on it.

"This is... language."

He spoke a vague word, his voice seemed to be suddenly abandoned by God, William did not hear it clearly, he heard him continue: "[Justice], [Doubt], [Narcissism], [Infatuation] and... [Father and Son].”

This time William didn’t understand.

He looked at the Ultimate Riddler with a confused look, and Anis just smiled at this: "These are actually not important, you can just treat it as a rough draft when doing the questions... Of course, I am still very happy that you can remember to write it down." bring me."

Anis stuffed the draft back casually and changed the subject even more casually: "By the way, have anyone from the FBI been to the Girasol Bar in the past few days?"

When mentioning this, William's face looked a little ugly: "Been there."