Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Even if none of the above happened, it didn’t matter. At least in this operation, he confirmed that one of Baijiu’s animal messengers was a cat.

Aoyagi Binguang glanced at the door, took off the emerald green contact lenses that appeared in his eyes, then took off the fake handcuffs on his feet and put them all away.

He put the book down as if nothing had happened and left the room.

It's a headache to write_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 79 Before the Storm

"...Sure enough, these high-ranking members of the organization are not simple characters."

As Morobushi Kagemitsu placed the tea on the coffee table, he heard Amuro Toru muttering to himself.

The room they were in was simply furnished with only the most basic daily necessities, and there was a faint musty smell in the air from not being cleaned for a long time.

But they don't care about such a simple environment.

This is one of the safe houses prepared by the public security, located in Shibuya. People can't come here often, but it's enough to ensure safe calls and exchange of important information.

This meeting was proposed by Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Now, two weeks have passed since the kidnapping.

This news involves an official related to the organization and a corrupt policeman who was bribed inside the Metropolitan Police Department. He had to inform his friend who was also an undercover agent no matter what.

Toru Amuro noticed the teacup, said thank you to Keimitsu Morobushi, and then opened the newspaper on the table.

This is a newspaper from two weeks ago. The front and second pages are about a serious murder case. In an inconspicuous position on the third page, there is an unexpected news.

——A gas explosion in an old apartment resulted in the accidental death of four people, including the apartment manager

When Morofushi Keimitsu saw the news, he knew it was the organization that did it. In order to cover up Teraoka Katsutoshi's crime, they disguised his killing of several people as an accident. Now Amuro Toru also knows about it.

He sat down on the single sofa next to him. Amuro Toru looked up and asked, "Did you report this?"

"I told the contact person," said Zhu Fujingguang, "I also reminded him not to take action against Teraoka immediately, and to be cautious even in surveillance."

Amuro clearly understood the purpose of this reminder.

Controlling the corrupt police and making him an informant of the organization is a secret within the organization, and only a few people know about it. If something happens to the other party, even a slight change in job position, the organization will suspect that there is an undercover among those few insiders.

Therefore, no matter how disgusted they were by this kind of traitor, they could only endure it and pretend that they didn't know so as not to expose themselves.

Aniset.

Toru Amuro silently recited this code name in his mind.

He had heard about her at Rum's place in the past, and because Rum and Goldwasser had a bad relationship, he spoke of Aniset in a bad tone. Before, he only knew that she was the one who killed the former undercover police officer Witt, but he didn't expect that his childhood friend would have direct contact with her.

Toru Amuro threw the newspaper on the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip, sorting out the information he had currently obtained about Aniseite.

Female, Eastern European descent, brown-gray hair, emerald green eyes, Osaka accent, can disguise herself, right-handed, has a good relationship with Gin, has Tequila as her subordinate, and wears shackles on her feet...

"What kind of handcuffs are those?" asked Toru Amuro.

"Electronic anklets. I observed them when I was drinking with her. They are the same ones that the organization uses on members who have made mistakes or are extremely dangerous."

During these two weeks, Zhu Fu Jingguang did not receive any other tasks from the organization, but received news from Aniset.

She invited him to drink three times. He was a little wary, but he really didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he agreed once. That time he carefully observed her handcuffs.

"Did she say why she was shackled?" Amuro Toru asked again.

It is definitely not a trivial matter for a member, a member of high status, to wear something like this.

"No, I asked her tentatively, but she didn't give me a direct answer." Zhu Fujingguang picked up the cup of tea in front of him and looked at the surface of the tea that reflected his face: "But there is one thing..."

He paused for a moment and continued, "She doesn't seem to be as cautious as Gin. I went there at the time and place she gave me, and she was waiting for me there. She didn't even bring tequila."

"Don't let your guard down, this might just be her disguise." Amuro Toru frowned and warned.

"Of course I know." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, "They are all very cunning."

Gin's multiple confirmations, the rumors about Rum's three appearances and his reluctance to meet people are all ways for them to protect themselves. Otherwise, as high-level members, they would have been captured by large numbers of undercover agents in the organization.

Anisete's methods were cruel. In order to gain more evidence, he did not hesitate to frame Teraoka to kill several innocent people. His behavior was bold. In order to lead people into the trap, he even dared to disguise himself as a passerby and act in front of several policemen.

Such a person is not simple.

Zhu Fujingguang looked at the clock hanging on the wall and put down his teacup: "I have nothing else to tell you. If you have nothing else, go back as soon as possible. You have to go to class tomorrow."

He knew that Toru Amuro was a teacher at school recently, and it was not an easy task to investigate an American FBI agent who had also infiltrated the school.

"Then I'll leave first. Be careful recently."

Amuro Toru stood up without any politeness. His eyes swept across the newspaper again, and when he saw a piece of news on the front page, he paused for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

He quickly left the safe house.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was left behind, began to clean up. He had to eliminate all their traces.

He washed the teacup, wiped off the footprints on the floor, wiped the fingerprints on the door handle and the coffee table, and when he picked up the newspaper, he also saw the news on the front page.

——Victims of drug cases continue to seek compensation

"........."

Zhu Fu Jingguang calmly put the newspaper back into the guitar bag containing the sniper rifle.

He quickly cleaned up the room, checked to make sure everything was alright, then pulled his guitar bag onto his back, used a tissue to flick the light switch, and the room instantly fell into darkness.

Zhu Fu Jingguang left here quickly like a ghost.

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Shibuya is still bustling at night, with colorful neon lights flashing constantly, attracting passers-by to look up and admire from time to time.

This is one of the most prosperous commercial areas in Tokyo, with a wide variety of department stores, clothing stores, and restaurants. It is known as the "24-hour street that never sleeps" and is a favorite entertainment place for young people.

But the young Toru Amuro did not stop there.

He left all those dazzling and warm lights behind and walked alone in the darkness.

While keeping track of the movements around him, Toru Amuro reviewed the news about Anicet in his mind, and then somehow he remembered his mission to investigate the FBI.

This time he came to Shibuya not only to meet Shufushi Keimitsu, he also went to the home of an American who settled here in the afternoon.

This American is not from the FBI, but he is Aoyagi Akiko's former junior high school teacher. Toru Amuro sneaked into his house and found photos of Aoyagi Akiko's past class activities.

In the photo, Aoyagi Binguang is about 15 years old, with shoulder-length hair, running on the football field. Several people around him got angry and tried to stop him, but they couldn't stop him. His strong physical fitness is evident.

This teacher had dinner with Aoyagi Hikari last week, but other than that, he didn't take any other actions, and there was nothing unusual in his emails. Maybe he was just trying to contact an old acquaintance...

While thinking, Amuro Toru came to the parking lot. He stood beside the car and sighed imperceptibly.

It has been a month since he received this task. At present, he and Aoyagi Akimitsu will take the initiative to say hello when they meet on campus, and sometimes eat together at noon. They can be considered acquaintances, but are far from close.

He tried to follow him but was discovered within 50 meters. Fortunately, he was well disguised. He also failed to hack into his phone or computer. The IT technology in the United States was far more advanced than that in Japan. He could not break the defense software in his electronic devices.

It's not surprising to Toru Amuro. The FBI members are more police officers than agents, but they are not ordinary people after all, so their defense cannot be weak.

But if he wasn't in a hurry, Rum would definitely come to urge him. This boss has always been impatient...

Toru Amuro was about to open the car door when he suddenly smelled a faint sweetness in the air.

In order to gather intelligence, he often worked in various stores. He knew what the smell was just by sniffing it - it was the smell of a large amount of rock sugar and water melted in a pot at high temperature.

But there aren't any candy stores around here.

Toru Amuro slowly turned his head and looked towards the bushes in the distance. The smell came from there.

Green plants are planted next to street lights. Under the pale light, a touch of bright red is particularly eye-catching among the lush green.

After seeing clearly what it was, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was a human head.

The head was forced into the middle of the bushes, and the red hair was entangled in the dense branches and leaves like the red thread of the Chinese Valentine's Day.

The head had hollow eye sockets, and syrup was poured into the mouth, nose and eyes. It was unclear whether it was poured in before or after death. The sweet taste of the syrup covered up the bloody smell.

The sugar water dripped silently, and Toru Amuro saw some sweet-loving insects and ants crawling around on it.

Chapter 80 The Player Named Jealous

8am, Chiyoda-ku.

Misaki-cho is the least populated area in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, with less than 800 people living there, but it has a large villa area and the people who live here are either rich or noble.

The Baijiu family is one of them.

They used to run the relatively well-known Hakuba Pharmaceutical Company, which was acquired by another large conglomerate, the Karasuma Group, more than a decade ago. After the president sold all his shares, he bought this villa and moved in with his wife.

That morning, Mr. Baijiu looked through today's newspaper, cut out some important news and pasted them in his scrapbook. This was one of his hobbies.

He finished posting the newspaper and flipped through it. His wife brought him coffee and he said to her, "Seeing that they are still fighting for their rights, I'm glad I sold the company at that time."

"Yes, after this incident, it will definitely be more difficult to approve drugs and launch new drugs in the future..."

Mrs. Baijiu sighed and stopped talking about it. She looked up at the second floor and asked, "Haven't you gotten up in a few months?"

Da da da……

As she was speaking, the sound of footsteps was heard.

Bai Jiushu walked down the stairs quickly. His hair was a little messy, and his briefcase was tucked under his arm. He was tying his tie as he walked.

"Dad, Mom, good morning."

He said hello to his parents who had gotten up early, turned around and was about to leave without paying attention to the breakfast on the table. He overslept today and would be late if he was any later.

"Wait a minute, months!"

Mrs. Baijiu’s shout made Baijiu stop in his tracks.

He turned around and saw Mrs. Baijiu walking towards him with a frown on her face. She was shorter than him and had to raise her head to look him in the eye, but she was confident enough to teach him a lesson.

She raised her hand to help him straighten his tie, then checked to see if his clothes were fastened properly, and then handed him the breakfast and lunch boxes that had been packed long ago.

"You, don't leave in such a hurry. I almost forgot to bring food. You should eat well. Skipping meals is bad for your health. Be careful not to get stomach problems..."

While she was chattering, Baijiu took the thing.