Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 328 - Disposal of the Violators
Gin's purpose of calling the other party was to quickly locate the other party's location, so he didn't say anything nutritious on the phone.

After hanging up, Gin didn't call Noah, but dialed another number again.

This time, the call was held for a while.

Probably when the call was about to end, the phone was connected, but the other end was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of breathing...

And Gin's reaction was also very strange:
After confirming the connection, he put down his hand and started to redial with his mobile phone.

After pressing a few buttons, Gin suddenly stopped, looked at the phone and thought for two seconds.

"Noah, what's the last three digits of Xie's phone number?"

[is 73*0]
"...and an asterisk?"

[Yes, so it should be four digits...]
Gin: "..."

Well, he hasn't contacted Xie for so long that he forgot his contact number.

Sighing silently, Gin pressed a few more times on the phone, and the number was dialed out, "Xie, do me a favor, I asked him to locate the coordinates of a person on Noah's side, who is a lower-level member of my organization. See if you can make him forget this experience, if not, it’s okay to be stupid, but in this case, I have to ask you to help find someone to help take the blame, the specific incident happened about seven years ago..."

Gin chattered in Chinese on the silent phone for more than a minute, which made Vodka in the driver's seat break into a cold sweat——

He seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to fully understand...

My God, could it be that he has learned Chinese for nothing in the past few years?

Vodka racked his brains to figure out the meaning of these words that Gin said... However, he could understand every word, but he didn't understand it at all?

Vodka, who didn't know she was dragged out of the plan by gin, plunged into self-doubt.

After Gin finished chatting, there was still no sound on the other end of the phone, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he put the phone back in his pocket after telling Noah a few more words.

Turning his head, he found that Vodka's eyes... the sunglasses were very dull.

Gin looked at the front, then at the vodka, "Green light, what are you thinking?"

Vodka: "...Huh? Ohhhhh!"

Gin: "..."

Vodka is getting more stupid every day, how can he be relieved?

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apartment.

Kyosuke Fudo put down his cell phone, the cold sweat in his hand was still wet.

His identity is a psychiatrist, and he is currently working in the Yaoshiye Hospital in Mihua Town.

However, few people know that seven years ago, he was the most promising surgeon at the Affiliated Hospital of Dongdu University...

A year ago, after he killed the hateful colleague who intentionally cut his wrist to prevent him from working in the surgical industry, he switched to the psychological industry.

Not long ago, he learned from his patient, a criminal police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, that the incident a year ago was suspicious, so he decided to re-investigate.

Knowing this, Fudo Kyosuke was a little panicked: the incident was too long ago, he didn't know if there were any traces left by him at that time that caused the police to find suspicious points and start investigating again...

Coincidentally, his patient was one of the main persons in charge of investigating this case, and he was also the person who restarted the investigation.

He quickly used his identity as a psychiatrist to extract some general information from the policeman, and he knew that the people who re-investigated this time were the same as a year ago.

In order to ensure that his affairs were not exposed, Futo Kyosuke made a decision-that is to silence these policemen.

only……

He really didn't expect that his actions would involve the FBI!

"... No, I have already solved one, and the remaining two must be cleaned up!"

Fudo Kyosuke is worthy of being a psychiatrist who has been working for seven years. He quickly calmed down the uneasy emotions in his heart and strengthened his determination.

He has his own ambitions and will not be bound by the rules of the organization...

This is also the reason why he joined the organization for seven years and was still only a peripheral member among the peripheral members.

Kyosuke Fudo walked to the window and looked at the bustling city with malice on his face, still wiping the gun in his hand.

He had hidden the rifle he bought from the black market in an unknown place... After all, it was too big and it was too conspicuous to keep at home.

He turned around, ready to plan how to clean up his next goal.

The room was dark, with no lights on, just lit by the moonlight outside the window.

But Kyosuke Futo suddenly felt his back go numb:

On the sofa in the living room, unexpectedly, there was someone sitting there!

"Who?!"

Kyosuke Fudo immediately aimed his gun at the other party, his eyes instantly turned fierce, "Who are you? How did you get in here!"

He remembered that he had locked the door...

Even if it wasn't locked, the other party came in too silently, right?

The figure didn't make a sound, just looked at him lightly.

It was obviously a very dark environment, but those eyes were shining with a strange brilliance.

The moment Fudo Kyosuke saw these eyes, he felt his mind was about to burst.

"Who do you work for?"

The gentle tone, but with an irresistible force, asked from the mouth of the figure.

Fudo Kyosuke's hand holding the gun suddenly trembled, his lips trembled, and he said uncontrollably, "Group, organize..."

"What organization?"

"Black, organization..."

"forget it."

The figure ordered lightly.

However, Fudo Kyosuke's face became ferocious again, shaking his head constantly, looking extremely painful.

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.

His eyeballs rolled with difficulty, and then shrank violently——

His hand is broken!

Strange thing, not a drop of blood flowed from the broken arm, but he really felt the pain...

"forget it."

The voice of the figure was still irresistible.

But Fudo Kyosuke was still trembling, gritted his teeth tightly with a ferocious face.

He didn't even know what he was resisting, and he didn't think about anything, but there was an inexplicable force that made him resist the other party...

There was another heart-piercing pain.

This time it was his entire arm, torn off by some invisible force like a piece of paper.

A frightened face appeared on his face, and his mouth grew to an exaggerated range, but no sound could come out.

The figure in front of him spoke softly again:

"forget it……"

……

Same apartment, same layout, same people.

In Fudo Kyosuke's apartment, the doors and windows were closed, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lights in the room were extremely bright.

As the owner of the apartment, Kyosuke Futo was sitting on the sofa, his eyes glazed over, his expression indifferent and dull.

Sitting opposite him was a handsome young man with slightly long brown hair, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Is the willpower so good?"

The brown-haired young man tilted his head, and put his hand on Fudo Kyosuke's forehead. A trace of cool air radiated from his hand and penetrated along Fudo Kyosuke's skin.

"There are only three things... If you don't obey me again, I can only turn you into a fool."

The young man's tone was very gentle, but the words he said made people shudder.

However, Fudo Kyosuke still didn't respond to these words, and his eyes were out of focus.

No one but himself knew what pain he was suffering.

(End of this chapter)