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

The Black Organization has many supporters in the United States and European countries, but its headquarters and most of its research institutes are located in Japan.

There are two reasons for choosing that place. First, BOSS’s current nationality is unknown, but he is a mixed-race son of an Italian woman who married in Japan, and I am familiar with the place. Second, Japan has a special environment.

Surrounded by the sea, it has a superior geographical location. It is an independent island country and has no countries directly bordering it;
The gun ownership rate among the people is low, but it is the only country where gangsters are legal. Passers-by with a little bit of discernment will automatically avoid people with an unpleasant temperament and will not call the police in an attitude of minding their own business;

The internal class is as stable as a pool of stagnant water, and externally it is severely restricted by the United States. Overtly, it has the troops stationed in Japan, and secretly, it has the Special Investigation Department of the Prosecutor's Office. It has dual political and military restrictions, and occasionally suffers economic harvests.

The summary is just one sentence: no matter how disgusted you are, under such multiple restrictions, you can only and only deserve to be an honest dog.

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In the blink of an eye, Anatole and Artemis have been in Japan for two months.

Aaron was previously responsible for ending the betrayal incident. After completing this task, Goldwasser did not give him a new task. Apart from occasionally supervising the bottom-level training, he just sat in the lounge and fished.

On this day, Aaron stayed in the lounge as usual, sitting alone in the corner, browsing Japan's largest news website on his computer.

Since the headquarters is in Japan, many members - at least those with code names - know more or less Japanese to facilitate their tasks. Aaron has some basic knowledge and with the help of translation software, he can understand most articles.

He leaned lazily on the armchair and slowly slid the mouse with his fingers. There were not many cases in Japan recently, and those cases on the front page would only be worthy of waiting in the corner of the newspaper in New York.

The famous magician Kuroba Toichi starts a magic show tour around the world. The first stop is his hometown of Tokyo's Ekoda area, and the next stop is New York...

Aaron paused when he saw this name. He had heard of this name from Belmode. It was said that he was a genius proficient in all kinds of magic. She also learned more professional disguises and voice changes from him.

To facilitate the task, Aaron learned some simple disguise techniques from Belmode. Unfortunately, his skin is sensitive and will become red and swollen when it comes into contact with cosmetics, so he cannot use it often.

Since you are Belmode's teacher, book a ticket to see him when he comes to New York on tour.

The next piece of news is that the well-known pianist Keiji Aso is about to perform abroad again...

Aaron's mind wandered again when he saw this, but this time he was thinking of Artemis.

Artemis has an absolute sense of music and loves music, especially the piano. Goldwasser rarely looked like a normal father at this point, and asked the old housekeeper who knew music to teach him piano and guitar.

By the way, while his younger brother is a musical genius, Anatole is a music idiot - he can play the violin (also taught by the old housekeeper), and his singing is completely out of tune. The sound is so unpleasant that even Artemis dislikes it, so he must carry it with him. Prepare earplugs.

Anatole's artistic talent is all about painting. Last year he painted a large oil painting, signed it with Artemis's initials, and then sold it.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Aaron looked back and saw that it was Witt who opened the door and came in. He had stayed here since Cinderella's death, except for going out once last night.

Seeing it was him, Aaron didn't bother to say hello and continued to look at the computer screen.

"Where is Goldwasser?" Witt asked.

"Church, service. You won't see him today."

Aaron had no respect for this colleague who was completely of Asian descent and answered without looking up.

After two headline-grabbing show news, criminal news follows.

The case of a missing boy in Osaka... He is at junior high school age and living in a big city. How could he get lost so casually? I guess he ran away from home at the time of his rebellion, right? ... If such a small thing can be placed on such a front page, is there no news in Japan?
As soon as Aaron turned off this, the footsteps stopped behind him. A standing figure was projected on the heavy and thick computer screen, and Witt stood behind him.

"Are you okay?" Aaron was very impatient and his tone was a little aggressive. People like them are all disgusted by the inexplicable person standing behind them.

"How is Artemis doing lately? Has he contacted you?" Wit asked even more inexplicably.

"he?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and finally looked up at the other party. It may be racial discrimination, or it may be simple facial blindness. Aaron often cannot distinguish the appearance of Asians. In his opinion, they look similar. He could remember a white colleague who passed by occasionally, but he was never deeply impressed by the face of Witt, who he had worked with for a long time.

He glanced at the Asian colleague's expression, but couldn't read anything from that face for the time being. He took out the key, opened the drawer next to him, took out an envelope, and poured out the contents.

"He just sent a postcard back a few days ago. There is a photo of him and Anatoly in it. Judging from the tower in the background, it should have been taken in Tokyo." Aaron answered.

A few postcards and photos from Japan fell on the table. The top one was a group photo of two teenagers who looked the same but had different eyes.

Among them, Artemis's hair has become longer and may not have been cut in the past two months, while Anatoly's hair is still neatly short. This time the two brothers have different hairstyles.

Aaron withdrew his gaze and looked at Witt, guessing what he was worried about: "Are you afraid that they will go to Japan for too long this time and run away?"

Before Witt could speak, he answered: "So what if he runs away? If Goldwasser can catch him once, he can catch him a second time, and he can't run away at all. They know this very well, so they won't do it." Those stupid things."

Witte was silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything or leave, Aaron ignored him and continued to browse the news. He refreshed the page and found that there was a new piece of news in the short time he had just spoken.

"High-ranking police officials... suspected of being retaliated against?"

Aaron read the title in a low voice and clicked on the news that might also make headlines in New York.

The specific position of this senior executive was not specified - it may be that his position was too high, or he was a confidential personnel - he was at the Metropolitan Police Department when the incident occurred, and his wife and children were at home. The wife was stabbed and died on the way to the hospital. died.

The child was alive, not even injured, but he saw everything. This nine-year-old boy was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, let alone provide clues. He needs psychological treatment, which may leave a lifelong psychological shadow.

At present, the police have not found the murderer, there is almost no witness, there is also no progress in the physical evidence, and the other party has left no clues.

"The property was not lost, there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon or the door handle, it avoided all nearby surveillance, and the neighbors did not see any suspicious persons... The crime was sophisticated and the murderer had a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance, and the possibility of robbery has been basically ruled out. Sex, suspected to be the revenge of the Yakuza personnel..."

Aaron subconsciously read out some key contents.

Since the case took place in Japan, he was a little curious about what the colleague next to him thought. But just when Aaron was about to ask, he caught a glimpse of Witte's expression.

Different from the casual onlookers who were watching the excitement without taking it too seriously, at this moment Witte seemed to have seen something extremely horrifying. His eyes were fixed on the photo of the victim on the page, and his lips trembled.

This kind of fear made Aaron feel weird. He narrowed his eyes and quietly slid his hand to the gun at his waist. At the same time, he asked in the same tone: "What's wrong with you, Wit? Are you feeling unwell?"

"——I think you are worried because you saw something happen to an acquaintance, right?"

A familiar voice sounded behind them.

Aaron turned his head again and looked in the direction of the sound. A young man walked in, carrying the aura of being dusty after a long journey and a familiar smile on his face.

Those eyes were green, but after the last incident, Aaron couldn't tell whether they were Anatoly or Artemis in disguise.

So he called out the other party's shared code name: "Anicet, what do you mean?"

Anatole walked towards them and looked at Witte's stiff body with a playful look: "You have to ask him about this."

Aaron is not a fool. In just a short moment, he understood——

"Witt...no, I should call you Mr. Undercover from the Japanese Public Security Bureau."

Green-eyed Anicet smiled brightly.

"You're exposed." (End of this chapter)