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There was no doorbell at the door. The group walked in through the half-open door and were seen as soon as they entered. An employee looked at Chu Ming curiously: "Hey, aren't you Mr. Fujino who came last time? What else do you want this time?"
Chu Ming turned sideways to let the people behind him pass, and explained, "I am here with a friend today. This is Dr. Agasa. He is also asking about Dr. Miyano's whereabouts, so I brought him to visit President Dejima. Sorry to bother you."
The employee nodded and pointed to an old man with his back to everyone in the room: "The president is over there, you can go there by yourselves."
President Dejima also heard the noise at this time. He turned around and looked at the group of people with some confusion: "Didn't I tell you last time? Miyamoto Atsushi and I are indeed good friends who grew up together, but we haven't seen each other for almost 30 years. When we last met, he said that he would find a large organization that agrees with his theory to fund his experiment. After that, I really don't know where he went..."
"A large organization..." Conan muttered, knowing that this so-called large organization should be the Black Organization.
"Has Dr. Miyano never contacted you since then?" The doctor felt a little disappointed. It was rare for him to get a clue, but he didn't expect it to coincide with Chu Ming's, and he didn't find out anything.
"No, he just sent me a postcard more than ten years ago, saying that he was married." President Dejima seemed to be lost in memories.
"Not really. He came once before when the president was away." An employee stood up to get some water and overheard their conversation. "Whenever the president runs out of ideas, he goes out for a walk. That's when they came. He brought his beautiful foreign wife and a little girl of about five or six years old with him. I think her name is Mingmei."
Another employee seemed to have remembered something and started talking as well: "I remember that at that time, he seemed to have been looking out. Oh, yes, there was a black car parked outside, and the car windows were tightly covered with blackout paper."
Chu Ming narrowed his eyes. This should be the person sent by the organization to monitor them.
So are researchers in the organization so restricted when they go out? They are not as free as the action team.
Chu Ming frowned slightly. Logically speaking, the organization should have valued a researcher like Miyano Atsushi who came to the organization voluntarily. They should have tried their best to win him over, so why were they keeping him under such close surveillance?
At that time, they didn't have a sister like Haibara Ai who always wanted to take her out of the organization...
Oh, my head itches, as if it needs to grow a brain.
Don’t think about it. Wouldn’t it be better to just ask the BOSS later?
At this time, an employee had already bought a bunch of food and came back to invite everyone to eat. Seeing Chu Ming and others standing in the middle of the hall, he was a little confused: "Uh, hello? I bought some food. Do you want to eat together?"
Dr. Agasa quickly refused: "No, no, we are not hungry..."
President Dejima stood up and began to dismiss the guests: "Everyone, I really don't know where Miyano went afterwards. Sorry, we still have work to do later, so I won't entertain you any longer."
Dr. Agasa knew that he couldn't get any information out of them, so he could only ask Conan and the others to leave.
Conan had just taken two steps when he suddenly thought of something. He suddenly looked up at Chu Ming and laughed and teased in a very low voice: "Didn't Brother Chu Ming say that there would be a case when I go out? Look, there is——"
"what--"
"...?" Conan spit out the words he had just said in a daze, the smile on his face slowly disappearing, he turned around in a daze, and looked at President Dejima pinching his neck with a painful look on his face, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The slap in the face happened too quickly and Conan had no time to react. It was Dr. Agasa, a tool man who also encountered many cases, who skillfully controlled the scene, stopped the employees who wanted to rush over to shake the president, protected the scene, and called the police at the same time.
Conan was rarely the first to rush over to check for clues. Instead, he stood there stupidly, staring at the president's body, with a look of doubt and shattered faith in his life in his eyes.
Chu Ming didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Looking at Conan's current expression, he felt a little embarrassed to criticize him.
Conan's behavior now was more obedient than ever before. He actually stood obediently behind Dr. Agasa, waiting for the police to arrive.
Inspector Megure and his companions arrived quickly, and when they arrived, the moment Inspector Megure saw Conan, he looked around, probably looking for Conan's scapegoat, Mouri Kogoro. But after searching for a long time without finding anyone, Inspector Megure's gaze gradually fell on Chu Ming, and slowly became meaningful.
???
Chu Ming realized that it was his turn to take the blame for Conan this time, and was full of questions. Why did Inspector Megure prefer to suspect him who seldom appeared, instead of suspecting Conan who always appeared?
hateful.
"Another poisoning murder..." Inspector Megure was a little emotional. He always felt that his life this year was too colorful. He witnessed various killing methods that he had rarely seen in previous years.
After understanding the basic situation, Officer Megure first looked at Xia Juyong who was going to buy lunch: "You bought the lunch, so you should be the most likely person to poison, right?"
Xia Jueyong waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not me. Everyone is eating the same kind of burger, and the burger in the president's hand was chosen by him. If I poisoned it, how would I know which burger the president would choose?"
Seeing that the clue was broken, Inspector Megure slowly walked towards the next person: "Then it is probably that the tools that the president often uses are poisoned. Mr. Imai, you are sitting next to the president, so is there a chance to poison the president's tools?"
Imai Tetsufu complained: "How is it possible? The president was eating cookies at his seat. If it were me, wouldn't the president be poisoned when he ate the cookies?"
Stumped again, Inspector Megure turned his gaze to the last employee present.
"Before the president went to the toilet, you went to the top lane, so could you do something to poison him in the toilet?"
My goodness, the main point is that everyone is suspected, but everyone has a reason to shirk responsibility.
Chu Ming watched this scene, picked up Conan, who was still acting silly, from behind and shook him violently, waking the dazed man up.
"Chu, Brother Chu Ming?" Conan held his dizzy head and hung on Chu Ming's hand, looking pitiful.
"Go and use your expertise to solve the case, and leave as soon as you're done. This is Dr. Miyano's former house after all, and if someone from that organization decides to come and take a look..."
Chu Ming threatened Conan skillfully and threw him down.
Chapter 581 Bad Habits
Conan was thrown down by Chu Ming and fell on his butt unexpectedly.
He glanced at Chu Ming with a resentful look, patted his butt and climbed up, picked up his fragmented worldview and temporarily stuffed it back into his mind, intending to solve the case first.
After carefully listening to the police interrogation of several people, Conan began to look for his own police tool, Takagi, and asked him to investigate whether there were any poisonous residues on the road from the president's seat to the toilet.
While waiting for the police to arrive, Dr. Agasa kept a close eye on everyone and did not let anyone out of his sight, so all traces at the crime scene were kept intact. If poisonous residues were found anywhere, it might be possible to deduce where the poison was contaminated.
A moment later, after Takagi finished reporting to Inspector Megure, he quietly showed the report to Conan.
Only the holes in the deceased's right trouser pocket and belt, the fingertips of his left hand, and the places he touched afterwards were stained with trace amounts of toxins, and the amounts were very small.
While no one was paying attention, Conan began to walk around the room to see if he could find any subtle clues.
When Conan started to get busy, Chu Ming was not idle either. When Conan was not around and Professor Agasa and Haibara Ai were focusing on the case, he stood outside the window and looked outside. He was no longer interested in the movement here, after all, the magnetic field had been sucked away.
And what was outside the window attracted his attention even more.
Because he saw a Porsche 356a parked not far outside the design office.
It should be gin.
Chu Ming felt that his target should also be this small building, but due to the presence of the police, he did not have time to take action.
Chu Ming stood in front of the window so blatantly, staring at the window of the car, as if his eyes could penetrate the shading film on the window and see the scene inside the car.
But he stared for a long time, and the people in the car didn't move at all, and Chu Ming didn't feel that anyone was staring at him back.
Did Gin die in the car? Was it not worth his while to look at such an arrogant look? Was there no one in the car?
With doubts, Chu Ming took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the car outside, and took a picture of the car.
The sound of taking pictures was quite loud. Officer Gao Mu, who was standing nearby, thought Chu Ming had discovered some new clues. He followed his gaze and saw the black vintage car and smiled, "I thought you were taking pictures of something. Antique cars like that are not common in Japan. The daily maintenance of such a car is probably not cheap."
Chu Ming nodded. Indeed, it seemed that Gin only wore the same clothes all year round. Perhaps all his salary was spent on this, right?
He just joked that Officer Takagi was not as idle as Chu Ming, and then continued to work.
Conan, however, was very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and he automatically caught a word during the conversation between Chu Ming and Gao Mu - antique car.
The image of Gin appeared unconsciously in his mind. Without caring about investigating the case, he rushed to the window in two steps and happened to see the Porsche.
"Gin..." His eyes were burning, and a surge of anger rushed to his head. He turned around and was about to run out the door.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the door that was so close.
"Brother Chu Ming, please let me go. I finally--" Conan turned around and looked at Chu Ming anxiously.
Chu Ming's face was gloomy, and he pulled the man back: "You finally found the trace, are you going to plant a bug or a tracker? Have you had enough of living? Do you still want the doctor and Xiao Ai to be buried with you?"
Conan looked at the hand that was tightly grasping his collar, knowing that he couldn't break free. He also realized that if he couldn't convince Chu Ming, he wouldn't be able to leave the house today.
"Brother Chu Ming, I will be very careful. Gin has seen me like this before. If he really sees me when I go out, I can also talk to him on the grounds that he saved us last time. I will be very careful not to reveal any flaws!"
Conan had a sincere expression and looked outside from time to time, fearing that the car would drive away without his attention.
Chu Ming looked at Conan like this, but he still didn't let go of his hand. Instead, his eyes became more serious, and even revealed a hint of coldness. He didn't respond to Conan's words: "You know, eavesdroppers and trackers are all based on signals. As long as there is enough technology, it is possible to trace the signal back to its source by chasing the signal."
He did not give Conan a chance to speak, but continued to speak: "You must understand what this means, right? It means that once the source of the bug's signal is found to be you, your clumsy performance will be of no use at all, and will instead expose everyone. Now that organization does not know of your existence, so all your actions are going smoothly. But once it goes from the dark to the light, do you think that organization will take action against you?"
"Dr. Agasa, Ai, your parents, Ran's family, Sonoko's family, and even Hattori who has had some interactions with you, who do you think can escape?" Chu Ming's eyes were fixed on Conan, "That is a bloodthirsty and crazy behemoth hiding in the dark, assassinating, poisoning, explosions, whatever means you have to defend yourself against it?"
There is one more thing Chu Ming didn't say: All you have is the all-powerful aura of a protagonist.
Conan looked at Chu Ming, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say a word.
Chu Ming stood up straight and looked down at Conan condescendingly: "So we have been reminding you to be careful. You think you are lucky. Many times they didn't find you even though you were right under their noses. But have you ever thought that they can ignore you many times, but if you are discovered once, everyone will be doomed."
It was rare for Chu Ming to speak so freely, and he had no intention of stopping: "The Doctor and Xiao Ai both listen to you. Even if they disagree sometimes, they will go along with you. But every time you act, you act out of passion, without any planning or retreat... If this is really the case, you might as well not hide your identity and confess to Xiao Lan honestly. After all, if you keep rushing around like this, everyone will be able to discover your identity, except Xiao Lan who you have kept a secret from."
These words were like a sledgehammer hitting Conan on the head. A rare look of helplessness and confusion appeared on his face, like a stray dog that was panicking and didn't know where to go.
Chu Ming loosened his grip on Conan's collar and said calmly, "That's all I have to say. If you still want to go, I won't stop you."
I guess no one has ever told Conan this. After all, this is an anime with him as the protagonist, and everyone in the story revolves around him, so he never realizes how dangerous what he is doing is.
Looking at Conan who was thinking with his head down, Chu Ming did not disturb him. After being criticized today, Conan would definitely curb his bad habit of putting eavesdropping devices everywhere, right?
Chapter 581 Beware of Granburch
Perhaps he had learned his lesson. Although Conan was still staring at the old car outside the window, he never mentioned it.
But seeing him lying on the windowsill and staring outside with such eager eyes, Chu Ming was afraid that his eager gaze would be noticed by Gin, so he directly pulled him away and signaled him to solve the case quickly.
Conan looked back every few steps. In front of Gin, the cases he always liked to solve were not so interesting anymore.
Seeing that Conan was not as active as before in finding clues, Huiyuan Ai came over curiously and said, "Brother Chu Ming, what's wrong with Conan?"
"What else could it be? He got excited when he saw the organization, but I stopped him." Chu Ming continued to stare outside and said casually.
Huihara Ai widened her eyes: "Organization?"
Chu Ming looked down at Huiyuan Ai beside him and pointed at the Porsche outside: "Here, Gin's car."
When Haibara Ai heard Chu Ming say the word Gin, her breathing became a little faster. She looked out the window with some panic, and what caught her eye was the familiar car outside the window.
"No, this is not Gin's car. Gin's license plate number is not this..." After observing carefully, Huihara Ai suddenly realized something. She tugged at the corner of Chu Ming's clothes, "And I don't smell the scent of the organization..."
"Not this one?" Chu Ming observed for a long time, but still couldn't see any problem. However, he touched his chin, a little unbelievable, "It's impossible. The model and appearance are almost exactly the same, and the car is covered with blackout paper to prevent peeping. Logically, it should be Gin..."
It seems we still have to ask the person involved.
While Haibara Ai was in deep thought, Chu Ming directly sent the picture to the group and got straight to the point.
[I am the boss's confidant (big trouble)]: "@Gin, Gin, come out and claim it, is this your car?"
[I am the boss's confidant (big trouble)]: picture.jpg
[Top Sniper]: I think so. I feel like it looks quite similar. I haven’t seen many of them in Japan over the years.