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

The suspect suddenly fell down, and there was an uproar around him.

The special police reacted and began to isolate the reporters. Those at the outermost edge kept waving to stop the reporters from taking pictures, but it was a pity that it had little effect. The few people closest to Yoshino quickly squatted down to check on his condition.

"He is dead."

The captain felt the pulse and his heart sank. He told his teammates around him his conclusion, and then he smelled the scent coming from the dead man's open mouth.

"The lips are purple, probably from cyanide poisoning."

The others were all shocked: "Cyanide? But we didn't do anything to him. Could it be...did he commit suicide?"

The SWAT captain looked around and didn't see anything unusual on the faces of those who might have come into contact with him, so he remained silent.

In a group of reporters not far away, Nichimi TV reporter Rena Mizunashi was watching this scene.

The organization did not intervene in this series of cases that caused a stir in Japan. Gin even coldly reminded others that the police had been investigating strictly recently and asked them to act with caution.

But the organization did not have any, and the CIA, to which she actually belonged, urgently contacted all CIA members, including her undercover agent, this morning and issued an instruction.

- No matter who the murderer is, get rid of him as soon as possible and don't let him fall into the hands of the Japanese police and say anything that will affect the image of the United States.

The CIA is in charge of foreign affairs, and assassinating people who cause trouble in foreign countries is commonplace.

As for whether the FBI agents who came specifically to investigate the case will be blamed and suspected by the Japanese side and the Japanese people that they were the ones behind the case...what does this have to do with the CIA?
Rena Mizunashi was still worried about this matter, until she received the news of Hunter's death this morning and now saw Yoshino die with her own eyes, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what they are going to reveal, it’s good enough if they die.

——Rena Mizuno breathed a sigh of relief with a little helplessness, a little sigh, and a little pity.

She was just about to leave the crowd with her colleagues. After all, the person had already died and the police were driving them away forcefully. If they retreated now, the program director wouldn't say anything.

However, the police not only stopped them from approaching the body to take pictures, but when the reporters turned around to leave, someone stopped them again.

"Wait, don't leave yet!"

The leading policeman glanced at all the reporters in front of him and signaled his colleagues to intercept the reporters together.

"You all have to stay and be investigated!"

……

Yoshino is dead.

When the police hiding in the dark heard the news from the special police, they were shocked.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned and whispered to the captain to confirm the situation. When he heard that the other party fell down suddenly, there was nothing hidden in his mouth (he had checked when he was knocked down) or no missing teeth, and there were no obvious external injuries on his body, he stood there in a daze.

This way of dying reminded him of the Metropolitan Police Department three years ago.

"……leg."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice seemed to float out from the deepest part of his body.

"Check his calf for any signs of...snake bites."

When these words were spoken, the captain of the opposing team was quite confused, but he still did as he was told. Next to Zhufu Jingguang, his junior Eto Daizo was also puzzled.

"Snake? Why are you looking for a snake?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not answer.

His expression was unpredictable, and his eyes were faintly cold. This was the first time that Jiang Teng Da Zang had seen this reliable senior show such an expression since he joined the Public Security Bureau.

"Zhu Fu."

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned around suddenly and saw Akai Shuichi coming down from the rooftop with a sniper bag in his hand. He was standing not far from him and looking at him. "What's going on over there?" he asked calmly.

"Yoshino has died from the poisoning. There are reporters all over there now, so we can't go there."

Zhu Fushiki Jingguang answered that he reminded the FBI in front of him not to get close to the camera, and at the same time did not reveal the possible cause of Yoshino's death.

"How did the reporter know to go there?" Akai Shuichi asked again.

Zhu Fujingguang looked serious: "I have asked people to stop those reporters and ask questions."

This time the reporters arrived too quickly, and as soon as they arrived they went straight to the high-rise building where Yoshino was hiding as a sniper, as if someone had told them in advance where he would go.

Shuichi Akai nodded slightly, asked no more questions, and took out his cell phone, as if intending to contact his FBI colleagues over there.

At this time, Jiang Teng Daizo suddenly asked: "Agent Akai, the agent Aoyagi who was with you before, didn't he participate in today's arrest operation?"

Akai Shuichi looked at him and said, "This morning the embassy received news that a tour group was attacked by extremists in Osaka and an elderly man was injured. He rushed to the police headquarters there early in the morning."

Dealing with criminal cases encountered by citizens of the country is also one of the jobs of the police liaison officer. Zhu Fujingguang was a little surprised that his junior paid attention to this. He glanced at his face and did not see anything unusual for a while.

Just then, he suddenly thought of another question.

Morobushi Kagemitsu instructed Eto Daizo to contact the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department. Seeing this junior honestly take out his mobile phone and walk aside to dial a number, he quickly walked in front of Akai Shuichi.

His brows furrowed again, his expression becoming uglier than before, and he asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Akai, the person you're tracking down who forged a fake identity for Hunter, is he... a member of the organization?"

……

Kanagawa, Yokosuka military base.

Mark Spencer was standing by the window making a phone call. When he heard the news that Yoshino had died of poisoning without saying anything, his tense face finally relaxed.

Aoyagi Binkou was still sitting on the sofa. He won the game and was cleaning up the chessboard. When he played chess with others, there was no rule that the loser was responsible for cleaning up. Usually whoever was more convenient would do it.

"You did a good job." Mark Spencer turned around and praised.

He was familiar with Aoyagi Binkou's uncle and even more familiar with the Goldwasser family. He knew that Aoyagi Binkou had never liked his father, but his efficiency had never been low.

Aoyagi Binguang hummed casually, drank the remaining tea in one gulp, and placed the empty cup next to the chessboard.

Mark Spencer learned that his biggest enemy was dead, and finally had the heart to slowly review the whole incident. He grasped the key point that Aoyagi Akiko just mentioned:
"Who is that information dealer?"

He was able to obtain some data on human experiments and the whereabouts of some important researchers. He began to suspect that there might be a high-level agent from the intelligence agency working part-time in the underworld.

Qing Liu Bingguang said calmly: "That person has some connection with the organization."

"Has it been dealt with?" Mark Spencer came over and asked.

"Not yet. That's not something I'm responsible for."

Aoyagi Binguang said casually as he watched Mark Spencer sit back on the sofa opposite him, and suddenly pulled the gift box bag on the other side of the sofa over.

Mark Spencer was very confused as he watched him open the gift bag and take out a small box the size of a palm from it.

"This is for you." Aoyagi Binguang said, "It can be considered a gift from Goldwasser."

Mark Spencer was even more confused.

But he didn't wonder for too long. Because of his special status, Goldwasser and some members of the organization would occasionally give him gifts. Americans are used to opening gifts in person after receiving them, so he opened the box directly.

There lies a tie clip quietly inside. (End of this chapter)