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It’s hard to imagine that this is the bedroom of a high school girl.
But it is.
Wu Wanying was leaning back on the bed. She was wearing a white pajamas, and there was an unopened takeout box on the table next to her.
She held a small white board in her hand with several photos on it and a name written next to each photo.
She herself was staring at these things in a daze.
It is worth mentioning that two of the photos were marked by her.
The first one is a photo of Conan with Edogawa Conan written next to it.
The second one was a picture of the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi, with his name also written next to it.
And between these two photos, Karasuma Ying drew an uncertain equal sign.
Are they the same person?
Putting down the pen in her hand, Wu Wanying picked up the phone and dialed a number.
She didn't have to wait long before the owner of the number answered the call.
"Hello?" There was a very gentle female voice on the phone.
"It's me, Mom." Karasuma Ying said.
It's Xiaoying, why did you call your mother suddenly? "
The woman she called "Mom" was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect that Wu Wanying would call her on her own initiative.
"I just wanted to tell my mom that Tokyo is really an interesting place compared to New York."
"I see, Xiaoying, you ran away to Tokyo secretly..."
"Are you going to lie again, Mom?"
Karasuma Ying's tone suddenly changed.
"You knew I was coming to Tokyo a long time ago. The person I saw that day was you, right? Don't lie to me, Mom. I can see through your disguise at a glance."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before speaking again, his voice still gentle.
"Xiaoying, why did you suddenly call your mother?"
She did not respond to what Karasuma Ying said.
But many times, not answering is actually an answer itself.
Without dwelling on this issue any further, Wu Wanying stated the real purpose of her call.
"Mom, do you think time can be reversed?"
"Why do you ask?"
“I met a kid in Tokyo, an incredibly smart kid, and I always felt like I might have met this kid before.
It was ten years ago. I met him ten years ago, but I couldn't understand how there could be someone in this world who hadn't changed at all in ten years.
No, maybe it's not that he hasn't changed... but, he's changed back? He's changed back to the way he was ten years ago?
I don’t understand it because it doesn’t make sense.”
"Xiaoying, what's the name of the child you mentioned?"
"Edogawa Conan...no, maybe I should call him Kudo Shinichi."
In the middle of the whiteboard in front of Karasuma Ying, there was a somewhat old photo.
The photo shows four children who look no more than six or seven years old, with a beach as the background.
On the back of the photo, the names of the four children were written in neat handwriting, from left to right:
Ran Mao, Shinichi Kudo, Ei Karasuma, Masumi Sera.
Some friends in the group have guessed the ending, this chapter is an extra chapter
Damn it, I won’t remind you next time!
I was reviewing the article by myself until 1:30 in the middle of the night. I was so sleepy. I am sending it to you. I am going to sleep now.
Oh, by the way, if there are book friends who like Scotland, please don’t criticize me. Even if you really want to criticize me, please be gentle. Please…
Chapter 54: There is no way to kill all the undercover agents
"Umeshu, you didn't do well this time."
The rain has stopped. On the first floor of the Mori Office, Shirakawa Kiyoshi, disguised as Amemiya Rui, sits in front of the drawing board, painting on paper.
He was wearing headphones and communicating with someone.
"Huh? Why?"
Rickle asked in her nice voice on the other end of the phone.
"Bourbon and his men put on a good show with great difficulty, thinking they could fool me, but you deliberately revealed your identity to him.
You are telling him in disguise that the organization has seen through your tricks and you have been exposed."
“Oh—it seems so?”
The sound of splashing water was heard, and Ricker seemed to be taking a bath.
"You shouldn't have revealed your identity so quickly." Bai Heqing said. His tone was so calm that it was impossible to tell whether he was blaming Ricker.
"Sorry, Regal, I won't do that again. It's been a long time since I last carried out a mission for the organization, so I was a little excited this time.
Is there any remedy we can offer?”
“Yes, the only ones who know about this matter right now are you, me, and Bourbon.
As long as you don't reveal your relationship with me and don't show up again in the organization, he will definitely be lucky enough to think that I may not know the truth about Scotland's death and that he can continue to be an undercover in the organization. "
"Oh! We humans have a unique mentality of taking chances! Right?
But is this really okay? Do we really not have to do anything? I heard that Bourbon is also a very powerful person in the organization..."
"He's a very capable man, but he tends to make mistakes when it comes to matters involving his closest friends.
If you kill his best friend, he will definitely fight you to the death.
Next, he should first come to test my reaction. If everything is normal on my side, he will be very low-key for a period of time in the future, and will carefully observe all the subtle changes within the organization. "
"I understand. He wants to confirm the relationship between you and me, and to confirm whether Plum Wine has told you the truth about Scotland's death, right?
If not, he would continue to go undercover while carefully trying to find the 'plum wine' in the organization.
If so, he would immediately withdraw from the organization and end his undercover career, right?"
“In the current organization, Kiel is the only person Bourbon can trust, so in the next period of time, Bourbon will most likely go to Kiel to inquire about you.
I will let Kiel cooperate with me to create an image for you that has a grudge against Regel."
"In this way, as 'Plum Wine', I have a suitable reason and motivation not to tell Regal the truth about Scotland's death, because Plum Wine itself is to find fault with Regal!
Then Bourbon can continue to be an undercover agent in the organization! So that's it, so that's it, this is [Wang Yang Bu Lao]!"
"Umejiu, your Chinese pronunciation is too off. You'd better not say it next time."
Bai Heqing sighed softly, feeling a little helpless.
Even he couldn't stand Meishu's weird temper.
"Hey~"
There was a loud sound of water in the headphones, as if Ricker had gotten out of the bathtub.
"Reger, why do you want Bourbon to continue to be undercover in the organization?"
"Well, why?"
When asked this question, Shirakawa Qing paused for a moment with the brush in his hand, as if he was really thinking about the answer seriously.
Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling.
"Of course it's because it's more fun this way..."
"Wow! Here we go again! Regal's unique taste for evil! A biased man who only bares his fangs towards the Japanese police!
Well, I'm not a Japanese policeman anyway, and this has nothing to do with me, so let them cry on their own...
Now, Regal, does this mean that I won't have any missions for a while?"
Her tone seemed a little sad, like a little girl who had lost her favorite toy.
"Yes, you need to help me find someone in the organization."
"But isn't Buluo Osin better at finding people?"
"In organizing this operation, the final behavior of two people exceeded my expectations."
The paintbrush in his hand suddenly stopped, and in Reger's gentle eyes, murderous intent gradually spread.
Judy, and Conan.
The figures of these two people emerged in his mind.
“Although I had some doubts at first that it was Vermouth who did it, but when I think about it carefully, it’s impossible for her to do something like this.
Therefore, I am more inclined to believe that there is another undercover agent infiltrating our organization.
This undercover agent is very smart. He may have secretly figured out the whole plan of Xiaoqin and Kiel, and tried to let the FBI rescue Scotland in the end.
He should be from the FBI and should have some relationship with the organization's intelligence group.
Umeshu, investigate in this direction and find him."
"Obviously I don't like tasks like looking for people..."
"I have temporarily transferred the brother and sister from Europe. They will help you."
"Cointreau? Well, bye then..."
After the call ended, Shirakawa Kiyoshi put down his pen. He had finally finished the sketch.
On his drawing paper was a girl with short brown wavy hair.