Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"The fingerprint and iris records also showed no abnormalities."

The atmosphere in the car was a little weird for a moment. Qingliu Binguang frowned slightly and began to think about other possibilities - such as whether the identity information in the database had been replaced.

He had no doubt at all that Gin was being too paranoid.

"What's his code name?"

"Grain whisky, Glenlivet."

Chapter 115: What I am looking forward to is his face

ps: The previous text has been modified to remove the setting that the clone cannot be reflected in the mirror.

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Grain whisky.

Unlike pure rye or bourbon whose main ingredient is corn, grain whiskey uses a variety of grains such as oats, barley, wheat, etc. as raw materials, and its taste is softer and more delicate.

Qing Liu Bingguang had never heard of this wine name from Rabbit. He had some guesses, but he was not sure.

"Any other doubts?"

The light was red right in front of them, the Porsche slowly stopped in front of the zebra crossing, and Gin took out a cigarette.

"The last mission that guy had before he got the code name was to investigate an American whose identity was questionable and who entered Japan under a false name, just like what Bourbon is doing now."

Aoyagi Binguang, who was given additional information, sat up straight and said, "You mean..."

"Not sure. Glenn killed him, and then Rum sent others to wait nearby. No one else came to the door or investigated secretly, and there were no suspicious people among the phone and email contacts."

Gin took the cigarette lighter next to him and lit the cigarette quickly. He glanced at Aoyagi Binguang and saw that he didn't take out the cigarette, so he put it back in its place.

No suspicious people...

Gin's words not only failed to dispel Aoyagi Binkou's doubts, but made him more suspicious of Glenn's identity.

"Since you think there is a problem with him, transfer him away from the current important task, or hand him back to Rum and let him handle it." Aoyagi Akimitsu gave advice.

"Glenn has left." Gin said, "After I reminded Rum, Rum transferred him back from the prison. I went to the cup house in the evening to check if there were any suspicious points with the new one. Compared to this..."

He raised his head, looked into the pair of light brown eyes in the rearview mirror, and continued the conversation in the bar.

"——What kind of assistance do you need?"

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Twenty minutes later, Aoyagi Binkou got off the bus on an inconspicuous street.

Gin looked a little unhappy and drove away in his Porsche. Having just left Beihu Prison, he might have to go there again.

Aoyagi Binguang did not immediately cancel the skill clone and transmit the memories of tonight back to his main body, but walked forward alone along the quiet night road.

The night sky was pitch black, like a handful of poison slowly pouring through every corner around him. In this darkness, only the moon brought a hint of light that was reflected from the sun.

With this only light, Qingliu Binguang can see his future clearly and will not go wrong.

Grain whisky…

Aoyagi Akimitsu muttered the code name. Since he did not have high authority in the organization, he could not directly look up the specific appearance or real name of the grain whisky on the intranet.

But a pair of eyes clearly appeared in his mind.

——On a similar night, even after meeting Gin, he passed by a strange man on the road. The man had a pair of brown-red eyes like the afterglow of the sunset.

However, Aoyagi Binkou only thought about it briefly. Rather than worrying about someone whose whereabouts could not be determined for the time being, he had to keep a close eye on the people around him first.

He logged into the chat room with his phone and sent a message to the person who was also furious.

【Artemis: How was your day? 】

[Kamen Rider of Colombo: I'm home now. They're still following me today. I checked the room as you said. There are no cameras installed, only a few bugs...]

This was within Aoyagi Akimitsu's expectations. The intelligence department was really busy and had more suspicious and dangerous people to pay attention to, so they would not put their full efforts on her.

【Colombo's Kamen Rider: What should I do next? 】

【Artemis: Let’s go make a friend first. 】

[Artemis: If you operate well, I think you can get rid of the current predicament of being followed...]

Kotomine Jonah has an impulsive personality.

But in the face of great hatred, she can learn how to control her impulses and anger.

——Even when facing enemies, you can show a friendly smile and so-called loyalty.

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On the fourth floor of an apartment building, in a seemingly ordinary room, Toru Amuro is communicating with Yuya Kazami.

"Nothing unusual at this time."

Yuya Kazami knew that his boss was in a safe environment, so he reported in a normal volume.

Toru Amuro held the phone in one hand and quickly browsed the information coming from the other side with the other hand.

The above is a record of Kotomine Joanna's daily schedule, including what time she left home, where she went, and when she returned home, as well as several secretly taken photos from the back and side, and several audio recordings captured by the eavesdropping devices in the house.

Toru Amuro was well aware of the abilities of Kazami and most of his public security subordinates. After their preliminary review, he had to take the time to look at it carefully again himself.

These days, the newspaper gave Kotomine Janna an interview assignment, and she traveled almost all over the Kanto region. For example, today she went to Touto University to interview Professor Teiji Moritani, and the next stop is the High Energy Accelerator Research Institute.

In her spare time, Kotomine Joanna is trying hard to take care of her parents who lost their eldest daughter. She is responsible for cooking and other housework. She also takes her overly sad mother out for a walk.

Looks normal.

It’s normal to the point of being... unbelievable.

Emotionally, Toru Amuro hoped that the Kotomine family could move on as soon as possible - it sounded selfish, but it would make him feel a little better - but rationally, he felt something was wrong.

"Mr. Fangtani?"

Yuya Kazami's call brought Toru Amuro back to his senses, and he realized that he had been distracted for a long time.

Too careless, if he was so lax in front of the organization members... Amuro Toru pressed his eyebrows and ordered his men: "Keep watching, don't let your guard down."

"Ok."

Yuya Kazami responded, and then he remembered something else: "By the way, you said before that the school will have a field trip next month, are you planning to participate?"

"Not sure, there may be a mission from the organization."

The lower-level members without code names will remain in their own country. However, it is different for those with code names. The organization will conduct foreign language assessments, and they will go to other countries to carry out missions except Japan.

Toru Amuro had heard that Gin often went to Germany and occasionally to the United States, and that Chianti Cohen had been to the United Kingdom and Canada - although their sniping skills were average, they had no problem with English at all - he himself had demonstrated his Russian skills to Rum.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly a cell phone rang and Amuro Toru frowned.

The other side, Yuya Kazami, suddenly became nervous: "Is there a call from someone else?"

Amuro Toru glanced at the caller ID and said, "Don't be nervous, it's from the school... If everything is ok, hang up first. If there is any problem, contact me immediately."

After Kazumi Yuya finished explaining, he picked up another phone.

"Hello."

"Teacher Amuro, something happened to the Hojo family."

The Dean of Academic Affairs' anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chapter 116 An Accident at the Funeral

Shinji Hojo, a second-year student at Minato Junior High School, died in a car accident.

He was fourteen years old.

The police found no signs of foul play and determined it to be an accident. The Hojo couple took their son's body back that day and contacted a funeral home to prepare for the funeral.

The farewell ceremony on the third day will be held at home.

After school that day, Toru Amuro, one of the teachers, put on a black suit and went to the Hojo family with several second-year teachers.

As if they were also sad about the young man's early death, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it started to rain heavily when they were halfway through. Fortunately, everyone brought umbrellas, otherwise they would have arrived at the farewell ceremony in a very embarrassing manner.

The Hojo family was immersed in sadness. Black and white constituted the main colors of the entire farewell ceremony. Toru Amuro signed a pseudonym at the door and entered the room with others.

"Please express your condolences."

Several teachers handed out incense bags, and then accepted gifts from the haggard-looking Mrs. Hojo, and then stayed aside. Other relatives and friends came to express their condolences one by one.

Toru Amuro's appearance, especially his hair color, was quite conspicuous in the crowd. He stood in a most inconspicuous position, yet could see people coming and going at the door.

"It's so pitiful..." A Chinese teacher who had a son of about the same age looked at Mrs. Hojo and sighed softly, "You are obviously sadder than anyone else, but you still have to entertain others."

The foreign language teacher was a young female teacher with the strongest empathy. Feeling the atmosphere of the scene, her eyes also became a little red, and she picked up a tissue to wipe her tears.

The physical education teacher who had the best relationship with Hojo Shinji frowned. He looked at the black and white photo in the front and suddenly asked in a low voice.

"What exactly is going on?"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but add: "How did this accident happen? Shinji is a little bit crazy sometimes, but he is definitely not someone who doesn't obey traffic rules!"

Hearing his voice getting louder, Amuro Toru, who had seen the most deaths among the group, lowered his voice and advised, "Keep your voice down. The family members will hear you. If you have anything to say, let's discuss it after we get out."

At this time, students who were a few steps behind them arrived one after another, including someone that Amuro Toru did not expect.

Shinichi Kudo, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag in his hand, expressed his condolences to the family.

When the person who had bullied him died, there was no gloating or satisfaction in revenge on his face. Instead, there was a sense of sympathy and sadness for the passing of life.

After he received the gift, he saw the teachers standing aside and greeted them briefly. When he was about to leave, Toru Amuro called him.

"You came here by yourself? Where's Mr. Aoyagi?"

Kudo Shinichi replied sullenly, "Teacher Aoyagi said he didn't know the etiquette of Japanese funerals and was afraid of making mistakes on such an important occasion, so he didn't come, but he asked me to send the incense money."

Toru Amuro noticed that he was indeed holding two counter-gifts in his hands.

Funeral procedures vary from country to country. Aoyagi Akiko, an American who is only a quarter Japanese, was worried about making mistakes so he simply didn't come. This is normal, and he himself was not familiar with Hojo Shinji...