Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

"A-Akai..."

A tentative call from a colleague came from beside him, but Akai Shuichi remained unmoved.

He is now standing in the church library.

And in front of him was a recently deceased corpse.

Today is not a church Sunday, there are not many believers and tourists, and the library is temporarily closed, waiting for cleaning in the afternoon. It wasn't until FBI agents came to visit that anyone else discovered that someone was dead inside.

It was a middle-aged man. He was lying on the table, wearing a palm-sized round hat and a linen scarf over his shoulders. His hands were clasped in front of his chest in a praying posture. Nine candlesticks were regularly placed in front of his head. Candles are lit at all the roots.

There were not many wounds on his body. There were finger pinch marks on the left and right sides of his neck. No bones were removed. There was a word carved on his forehead.

Amber liquid dripped from his mouth and nose, and his body exuded a strong and spicy smell of wine. There was an empty wine bottle at hand.

One of the headquarters agents opened his eyes wide when he saw the packaging of the wine bottle; another agent pulled him hard, and when he realized something, he suddenly fell silent.

The two looked nervously at Akai Shuichi's expression.

"..."

Akai Shuichi, who noticed his colleagues looking at him, said nothing and just continued to observe the body and the surroundings.

Before a more professional expert arrives, even if he is an FBI agent, he will not touch the scene randomly. In some cases in the United States, it is because the police improperly collected evidence, which led to defense lawyers seizing on this point to attack and overturn the case in court.

The library was not a secret room. Although the door was locked when they entered, the windows were open and large enough for an adult to dig in and out freely. It's just a pity that there is no surveillance nearby.

Among the four people present, the only female agent from the New York Bureau who did not know the inside story said: "I have contacted my colleagues and they will send someone over immediately... What is that?"

Several other people looked towards the door together, Akai Shuichi looked over the fastest.

The pastor and other church personnel who were about to faint from the corpse were gathered around the door, and they were talking among themselves. Akai Shuichi looked through Lin Li's legs and saw an animal walking behind them.

That's a wolf.

As if aware of his gaze, the wolf turned to look at him, its round light brown wolf eyes contracted slightly, then it flicked its tail and slipped away briskly.

...Why are there wolves here?

Just when Akai Shuichi had this doubt, his phone vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was from Judy who went to the conservatory next door.

——The deceased also appeared there, and the suspect was nearby!
……

Akai Shuichi immediately took people to the music school!

Then it came to nothing.

Kamel may have awakened the national spirit on the other side of the Pacific and realized his huge mistake. He was eager to bow to the rest of his colleagues and sit down.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

After people from the nearby FBI came over one after another, they reviewed the process of the two people from encountering the body to blocking the door and then missing each other, and they were almost certain that the cleaner was the suspect who escaped.

Faced with the suspect slipping away from his colleagues, Akai Shuichi did not get angry. He knew clearly that it was useless to be angry now.

Judy came over and asked with a tired look: "Otto said there is another deceased person in the church?"

Akai Hide nodded and looked at the boy's body on the ground.

An expert wearing a Tyvek jumpsuit squatted nearby and carefully cut the rope, taking care to avoid knots - this is evidence, and different knot tying methods can also help identify the murderer.

"They are father and son." Akai Shuichi said.

Moreover, the body in the church was a detective he knew.

Troya Hansen, James' good friend, retired early due to injuries a few years ago. This time it was his youngest child who died with him. Shuichi Akai knew him when he first entered the FBI.

Because of his obvious Asian ancestry, the family background of his parents being British MI6, and his British accent, Akai actually did not have a happy life when he first joined the FBI. In this place where discrimination is deeply rooted, Hansen and James helped him a lot.

But now, the man who helped him a lot died tragically on the table in the church, and his family members also died.

Shuichi Akai remembers clearly that Hansen retired before he left the organization last year, or even before he went undercover, and did not participate in the arrests at all.

If this is really the organization's revenge, it means that they are no longer satisfied with ordinary colleagues and have begun to attack the real relatives and friends around him.

Great anger surged into Akai Shuichi's heart, but he suppressed it faster. He regained his composure in just a moment.

Judy took in Akai Shuichi's silence. She knew that this incident had put a lot of pressure on him. She said nothing and turned her attention to the photos of the church in the hands of her colleagues.

When she saw the bloody letters on the deceased's forehead and the wine bottle beside him, Judy frowned: "CAN..."

Thirteen people have been killed in this serial murder case, but only the FBI agent among them has letters engraved on his body, and this is the fifth one in front of him.

If you string all five letters together in the order of death——

"Catch me if you can..."

Akai Shuichi read out softly.

"Rye."

Rye whiskey, this was his past code name in the organization, and it was also the drink placed next to the agent's body.

"It was really organized..."

Judy gritted her teeth. Akai Shuichi said before that there might be other possibilities, but as soon as the code name of the wine came out, she was almost certain.

But Shuichi Akai didn't answer. He turned around and entered the concert hall, followed the steps to the second floor, and walked out of the open door.

Judy didn't know what he was going to do and immediately followed him.

Akai Shuichi came to the corridor on the second floor. He stood at the door of a certain classroom. He remembered the name on the open day registration form he had just read, and quickly searched the crowd.

He met Aoyagi Binguang again.

There were students in the front row, and Aoyagi Binguang sat in the back. He was looking at his cell phone, and next to him was the boy who witnessed yesterday.

As if he noticed that someone was looking at him, he raised his head and looked over from a long distance, his light brown eyes slightly narrowed.

Moves like the wolf in the church.

——For some reason, Akai Shuichi had this inexplicable idea.

……

"Buzz..."

In the classroom on the second floor, a group of students who had just finished practice and heard a murder on the first floor were sitting there. Most of them were nervous and panicked. At this time, Qingliu Binguang's phone vibrated again.

[Pay attention to the time. Quickly deal with the traitors. ——Goldwasser]

Aoyagi Binguang read the email that came half an hour ago, and then read the other one he just received.

This was sent to him by the New York branch chief.

"What's wrong, Aoyagi-sensei?" Kudo Shinichi's voice was somewhat gloomy.

"I have to work overtime." Qingliu Binguang said helplessly. (End of chapter)