Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Cupido Town.

Because of the sudden heavy rain, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who parked his car some distance away from the izakaya, had to temporarily take shelter under the eaves of a house with Anice.

"It's raining, we have to come later... No, I don't want to get wet in the rain, unless you come and pick me up..."

Anicet was talking on the phone with Gin next to Morobushi Kagemitsu, and her willful tone made him unable to help but look at her.

...You must be very familiar with Gin to dare to talk to him like this, right?

Zhu Fu Jingguang withdrew his gaze and pretended to look into the distance as if nothing had happened, but in fact he was still listening carefully to her every word.

There is a large gymnasium not far away. The gymnasium looks hazy in the rain, but the light of a large number of fluorescent sticks at the entrance still penetrates the rain and comes through clearly.

He remembered that there was no performance today, that was...

"Why are there so many people there? Is there a star concert today?" Aniset put down his phone and looked at the sea of ​​glow sticks curiously.

"No." Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "It was a spontaneous action organized by fans to commemorate a murdered idol. She was originally scheduled to hold a concert here today."

"The idol was killed?"

Anisette held his chin up and said, "Because he was exposed for secretly dating? He had a scandal with a star of the opposite sex? So he was killed by the extreme fans who were unwilling to give in?"

As an idol, falling in love is an insult to fans and is a serious disqualification.

"No."

Zhu Fu Jingguang denied this.

"She has no scandals or affairs of her own."

"In order to interact normally with her fans, she took a selfie at home and uploaded it to the Internet. As a result, a fan magnified the reflection on her pupils, locked her residence, and killed her."

This was just an ordinary murder case. Zhu Fujingguang, who had lurked and killed many innocent people, did not speak in a calm tone when he mentioned it.

This matter has nothing to do with him. Idol and undercover, one is the center of attention, every move is known to everyone; the other is hidden in the dark, should not leave any traces, these are two completely opposite professions.

Anisette was silent for a few seconds, then let out a sigh.

"How pathetic."

"I didn't do anything wrong. I strictly followed my professional ethics and worked hard every day, but I was still killed."

"It can be seen that sometimes people's love not only does not bring happiness, but will push the other person into hell..."

Thunder roared again, and Aniset's voice was soon lost in the sound of rain.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked up at the dark sky pressing down on him, wondering when this heavy rain would stop.

I haven't moved yet, so I'll update one chapter temporarily_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 77 The Best Hostage

At dusk, the rain finally stopped.

Vodka was the first to leave after the rain stopped, and soon after him, Gin also left quickly.

Even if there are no suspicious people around, he will not stay in one place for too long - this is the caution of Gin that makes the undercover traitors hate him.

Gin drove the Porsche alone and came to another bar in Beika-cho according to the email he received more than ten minutes ago.

This is also a meeting place under the name of the organization, but it is different from the one where Qingyan Bingguang introduced Scotland. As long as there are members of the organization present, this bar will not let ordinary customers in.

Gin entered the bar after making sure that everything was clear. As soon as he entered, he saw Aoyagi Akimitsu sitting behind the bar.

Aoyagi Binguang still had a feminine face, and if you looked closely, you could see that he was wearing a light lipstick. He seemed to have just arrived, and the bartender serving the organization brought him a freshly mixed cocktail.

Gin walked over. Of course the bartender knew him. He nodded respectfully and avoided him tactfully.

"Did Scotland send you here?" Gin asked as soon as he sat down.

"Ah."

Aoyagi Binkou responded, and he pushed the glass that the bartender had just handed over to Gin in front of him: "He left after seeing me off specially. He treats ladies much more gracefully than you do."

Gin sneered and didn't respond.

"Where's the vodka?" Aoyagi Akimitsu turned to ask another person who participated in the daytime operation.

"He went to continue the contact."

Gin was in a good mood when talking about today's achievements.

There are many politicians who cooperate with the organization, and the organization has also come into contact with many corrupt police officers on a regular basis, but it is still rare to be able to completely get hold of the handle on a section chief-level figure, especially the Fourth Section, which is responsible for investigating violent organizations.

Gin trusts Vodka to some extent, and temporarily entrusts the follow-up investigation and surveillance of Katsutoshi Teraoka to him.

"He needs to pay more attention to his close subordinates at work - this incident has had a significant impact on him, and they may be able to see clues in their daily work." Aoyagi Binguang reminded.

"Vodka knows how to handle it."

Gin picked up the glass and found that it was a sakura cocktail.

This cocktail was designed by a Japanese bartender. As its name suggests, the drink appears light pink like cherry blossoms no matter from which angle you look at it.

The emblem of the Japanese police is in the shape of a cherry blossom, so in this country, this flower can represent the police.

What happened today was simply the greatest blasphemy to cherry blossoms. The fact that Aoyagi Akira ordered this kind of wine showed his bad taste.

Gin raised his glass, but unfortunately the wine tasted too sweet, so he took only one sip before putting it down and turned to look at Aoyagi Akimitsu beside him.

There was a square chessboard in front of Aoyagi Binkou. He was wearing gloves and picked up a black chess piece with his middle finger and index finger of his right hand and placed it next to another black piece.

There is not a single white piece on the entire chessboard, and it looks all black at first glance.

——He was playing chess with himself, and the pieces were all the same color.

The smile on Gin's face disappeared in an instant.

His face darkened and he stared at Qingliu Bingguang's calm face.

……

In the game of one-color chess, both players use chess pieces of the same color to play, which is a great test of chess skills and memory.

This is Anisette's favorite game.

The first time Gin saw him play Isshiki was nine years ago.

Anisette was fifteen years old at the time, with short hair and long bangs that looked like they hadn't been taken care of for a long time. He was wearing a simple black shirt. He was alone, setting up the chessboard and replaying a previous game.

The twenty-year-old Gin, reeking of gunpowder, stood beside him, staring at the chessboard in front of him.

All the chess pieces in sight are black, densely packed across the entire chessboard, like the outstretched wings of a crow.

If it were Xiaobai, he might think that he had won a long time ago, but Gin knew that more than half of them were enemies - they were wearing the same colors and mixed in with them. If he treated them as his own people, he would lose everything.

"Did you win this game?" This is all Gin cared about.

"We won." Anisette twisted a black piece and dropped it on the chessboard with a snap. "We've won 311 games in a row. This is the 109th game. It was the only game I almost lost. In the end, I only won by one point."

Brainpower is Anisette's strong point.

He had an excellent memory, and even if he was asked to replay the game several years later, he could still play it out perfectly—even the order of each move would not be wrong.

"But you don't look happy." Gin glanced at his expression.

"Because there is nothing to be happy about." Aniset sighed softly.

"The entire chessboard is so small that every move of the enemy is clear at a glance. As long as you use your brain, remember where the enemy specifically places the pieces, and then think about the enemy's next goal, you will never lose."

"The reality is far more complicated than this chess game."

Anicet leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the chessboard. Gin felt that he was looking through the chessboard at something else.

"Unexpected changes, enemies hiding in the dark from the beginning to the end, and our own people suddenly changing their positions and goals..."

The member of the organization who was known for his brainpower counted them one by one and put the chess pieces back into the box. The back of his right hand was slightly swollen and had pinholes on it.

“…It’s too difficult to win.”

Anisette sighed again. After collecting the chess pieces, he looked up at Gin and asked, "Have you completed your mission?"

Gin fished out his cigarette, took out a match and lit it, then said calmly, "Done."

When Anisette saw him smoking, his face changed, and he covered his mouth and coughed violently several times. After finally coughing, he put his hand down, his expression was particularly helpless.

"Gin, can you please not smoke in front of me? I can't stand the smell..."

……

The smoke slowly rose, and Gin saw Aoyagi Binkou with long hair draped over his shoulders, and lit a cigarette.

He was smoking a common type of women's cigarette in Europe, which had a lighter taste, a hint of sweetness, and was not easy to choke.

Gin's eyes moved down to his ankles under his black skirt.

The snake tattoo crawls vividly on the skin, and an electronic cuff that can take a person's life at any time is locked on the snake's vital point.

"...You did a good job on these two missions."

Gin made his comment without any personal feelings.

Aoyagi Akimitsu arrived in Japan at the end of August, handcuffed, and the organization gave him three months to prove himself.

Now, just a few days into mid-September, he had already accomplished warning a congressman in prison, handling 10 billion in counterfeit banknotes, and semi-controlling a corrupt police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department for his organization.

This mental state is normal enough. As long as someone other than himself says a few words in front of the boss, he can take this thing down right now.

As for the candidate, Gin quickly thought of: Aoyagi Akiko's father, the third-in-command Goldwasser.

He is different from Aoyagi Akimitsu. Although they are biological father and son, Goldwasser's bloodline is flawless and he is closer to that gentleman, the ultimate relative above Rum.

He is 41 years old this year, and his son was only 17 when he was born. In the future, he may have children with other women, but now, he only has Aoyagi Binguang, the only child he has, and it took him more than ten years to cultivate him.

If he could...

"…The shackles are not a big deal. I already have a direction for finding an undercover agent."

Aoyagi Binkou's words brought Gin back to his senses.

Gin didn't expect that he still regarded finding the undercover as his goal, so he asked directly: "Who is it?"

"Not sure yet." Aoyagi Akimitsu said, placing the last black piece on the chessboard. "Now I can only tell you that he is an undercover agent of the Japanese Public Security Bureau."