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

Hotel entrance.

As a passenger elevator reached the first floor, another wave of guests poured out.

Miyano Shiho mixed in with them and followed closely behind Dr. Agasa.

As there were many important figures present, and Suzuki Sonoko was in a hurry to call home and leave temporarily, they were placed in the last few groups to register and did not leave until now.

In the anxious waiting, she made a simple disguise for herself: took off the hat that was photographed, put on a wig and changed her hairstyle, and took off her coat and handed it to the staff. This was all she could do in the limited time.

Dr. Agasa looked around and looked at her with worry from time to time. Seeing her pale face, he couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

The police started releasing people, and Dr. Agasa received an email from Kudo Shinichi.

He said his body had changed back and asked him to pay more attention to Shiho Miyano, as she had sneaked into the party before the accident and might have been caught on camera.

He also told them to take Miyano Shiho away as soon as the police started releasing people. He was with Aoyagi Akimitsu for the time being, so they didn't have to worry.

Miyano Shiho shook her head and whispered, "I don't feel anything. I ate more cake, so maybe the effect of the drug lasted longer."

Dr. Agasa's daily research rarely involves drugs. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he turned to the door and casually said, "Oh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked the waiter to help park the car. Now we have to go there and look for it one by one..."

Miyano Shiho was about to respond when a chill suddenly enveloped her.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she instinctively stopped and hugged herself. From the corner of her eye, she saw a man in black quietly and quickly walking towards her from the side.

Everything happened in a flash.

A silver light flashed before her eyes, and the man took out a dagger. When Miyano Shiho was about to be stabbed, she was pushed by Dr. Agasa. The blade avoided her body but brushed against the doctor's arm.

Suddenly blood splattered.

"!!!"

Miyano Shiho watched this scene in astonishment and pain, but the moment she opened her mouth, a greater chill surged from deep within her body, making her freeze in place.

They actually saw her.

This is directed at her. She can't get too close to the doctor. What she did just now could be said to be a kind-hearted person sacrificing herself to save others, but if she shows any concern or care for the doctor, they will immediately target him!
She couldn't stay here any longer. She wasn't sure whether the man in black in front of her had a gun. If she asked passers-by for help and pushed him into a corner, he might pull out a gun and shoot indiscriminately!
As several thoughts flashed through her mind, Miyano Shiho knew what she should do.

She pushed Dr. Agasa away, causing him to stagger back a few steps and bump his head against a pillar. Then she turned around and ran into the hotel!
The man in black was shocked. He didn't expect her to react so quickly and run so fast. Seeing that her figure was about to disappear, he didn't care about the fat old man next to him who was covering his head and feeling dizzy, and ran after her.

At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and quickly sent an email.

[Found the target! She returned to the hotel! ]

Recipient, Gin.

……

Some time ago.

[I found her. There were quite a few police officers at the scene, and a body was found backstage a few minutes ago. They were looking for guests to question one by one, so it was difficult for me to move freely. [Photo.jpg]——Kir]

Inside the black Porsche, Gin looked at the emails and photos sent by Kiel, wondering what to do next.

What Kil said made sense. She came to the scene this time as a TV host and was not even aware of the mission to assassinate the congressman. He asked her to find Shirley because he had no one else to use.

There are many police officers on the scene now. It's okay to leave for a short time, but if she is separated from her colleagues for too long, the police will easily become suspicious. Her identity as a host is still useful and cannot be scrapped at the moment...

After some thought, Gin temporarily gave up the idea of ​​asking Gil to help catch people.

He thought about it, opened his address book, sent messages and photos to several lower-level members who lived nearby, and asked them to go to the hotel.

Vodka was driving quietly on the side. He could clearly feel Gin's emotional changes along the way. He didn't dare to say a word about it. He just did whatever his brother said.

Gin suddenly asked him: "Why didn't you turn left at the intersection just now?"

Vodka shuddered. He understood that his elder brother was questioning whether he had taken a detour, so he quickly replied, "Brother, there is traffic control in the nearby area, and there was a major traffic accident on another main road. It is easy to get stuck there."

The eldest brother was checking the recent information from the organization and didn't pay much attention to anything else. As a driver, he was always concerned about the surrounding road conditions.

Gin didn't say anything, but Vodka knew that this was his consent. His tense heart relaxed and he continued to concentrate on driving.

Yokohama is very lively, but even in the most bustling and prosperous city, there are places where the sun and lights cannot reach.

While crossing another deserted street, Gin finally finished explaining to the lower-level members, still staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

He wondered whether he should ask Rum.

If that woman wasn't Shirley and all this was a misunderstanding, Rum would definitely question him - this greedy second-in-command always suspected that he was closer to Goldwasser and liked to make things difficult for him.

Normally Gin is too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He has always been impatient with such boring infighting within the organization.

But if that woman is really Shirley...

Gin gripped his phone tightly, his eyes becoming even colder.

——An important internal researcher left without permission, and the second-in-command knew about it but did not report it and even deliberately concealed it for many days. This was a bigger mistake than the Hiroshi Haneda case 17 years ago.

Gin hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, his cell phone rang.

He looked at the number and found that it was from an intelligence agent in the organization.

This intelligence officer has mediocre abilities. He does whatever his superior tells him to do and has no ability to think independently. There are many people like him in the organization.

The possibility of promotion for such low-level members is very low, and they are often transferred around under code members. A year ago, he stayed with Glenn for a while, and then returned to Gin.

Gin had forgotten about this person for a while. If it weren't for the fact that he was the secretary who killed the congressman this time and was responsible for keeping an eye on the whereabouts of the people around the congressman, and had known a little about today's mission, he might not have remembered this person.

He picked up the phone: "What's up?"

"The photo of Mr. Pisco firing the gun was posted online!"

The other party got straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

Gin was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he sat up straight. The murderous aura emanating from his body was so strong that Vodka next to him trembled and looked at him in fear and confusion.

"It was a gossip reporter from a Japanese TV station. He took a photo of a celebrity couple kissing at a banquet. In the background, there was a picture of Mr. Pisco holding a gun. The photo was very clear and his appearance could be seen..."

Through the phone, the other party couldn't see Gin's gloomy expression and surging murderous intent, and began to explain the details in a torrent of words.

Gin didn't have the patience to listen to the other party, so he hung up the phone and started searching the Internet.

Information spreads quickly nowadays, and a few minutes ago, several media outlets participating in tonight's beauty pageant reported the incident at the hotel.

The contestant killed her sister and agent, and then her ex-boyfriend cut off the rope and she fell seriously on the spot. The ex-boyfriend was taken away... The falling crystal chandelier outside was determined to be an accident by the police, and the guests at the scene have already left.

——It was after the police announced the end of the incident that the reporter suddenly uploaded the scandalous photo to the Internet.

"..."

Gin looked at the reporter's personal website and saw the rapidly growing number of comments and reposts under the photo, and knew that this matter might not be suppressed.

"Where is Pisco now?" he asked Vodka in a deep voice.

Vodka heard the other party's words vaguely, and then stole a glance at Gin's face, and he immediately realized that something might have gone wrong with Pisco's mission. He pressed a few buttons on his phone with one hand and called up the location of Pisco's phone - this was a virus that Gin had secretly implanted on Pisco's phone not long ago because he suspected that Pisco had too close contact with the FBI. He didn't expect it to be useful at this time.

Vodka looked at the red dot on the map and said in surprise: "Brother, he is not far from here! He has already left the hotel!"

"Catch up."

Gin glanced at the phone screen and spoke briefly.

During the brief call, he received another email from a member of the organization who was sent to the hotel, saying that they had intercepted someone who looked like Sulli.

But Gin can't get there for the time being. Compared to the unknown Shirley, it is more important to deal with Pisco first. After all, no one knows when the police will make a comeback and catch this old guy who knows a lot of things.

Vodka immediately took the order, turned the steering wheel, turned left at the intersection ahead, and chased after the red dot.

Gin stared ahead, murderous intent surging in his heart.

This murderous intention was not only for Pisco who made the mistake, for that damned reporter, and for Rum who might have concealed the mistake...

Even Kil was angered by him.

——Your colleague at Nichiren TV took such important photos that could expose the existence of the organization and uploaded them to the Internet. You were right next to him, so why didn’t you stop him?
After briefly questioning the abilities of his team members, Gin called the organization's boss.

Killing Senator Tunkou was an important mission, and now Pisco had made a serious mistake. Even if this mission was not originally under Gin's jurisdiction, he should have informed Gin.

He dialed the number and waited patiently for the call to be picked up.

"Beep...beep..."

The ringback tone echoed in the silent car.

Not connected.

……

"Crench!"

Pisco's car was forced to stop at a remote intersection with no pedestrians and no shops along the street.

He looked at the Porsche blocking the way ahead, and his heartbeat quickened for a moment.

He was still thinking about Gin in the car a few seconds ago, and now he showed up, which made him feel a little guilty and flustered. Seeing Gin get out of the car and walk towards him, Pisco had to get out of the car considering his identity.

"What are you going to do..."

As soon as Pisco made a dissatisfied sound, Gin's Beretta with a silencer pointed at him and hit him directly between the eyebrows.

"?!!"

Pisco froze.

"You're old, Pisco." Gin said coldly, "The gossip reporter took a picture of you shooting at the chandelier, and you didn't get rid of him in time."

"Gossip reporter?"

Pisco was stunned. He knew that there were many TV crew members in the banquet hall, even Kiel, who often worked with Gin, was among them.

"That photo has been uploaded to the Internet." Gin slightly tightened the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, and sneered sarcastically: "When do you think the police will see it?"

It was only at this point that Pisco finally reacted.

At that time, the only lights on in the banquet hall were the spotlights around the stage, and the whole place was dim. He seized the moment when the accident happened to shoot, cleverly using the screams of the crowd to cover up the sound of the gunshot.

But he overlooked that the screams could cover not only the sound of gunfire, but also the sound of taking pictures. There were indeed flashes among the crowd, but he thought they were taking pictures of the more eye-catching stage.

Pisco was sweating coldly: "No, Gin, I am a veteran of the organization and have followed that gentleman for many years. You can't kill me without permission!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the muzzle of the gun pause slightly.

He felt happy.

The organization prohibits infighting among members, and if one wants to directly kill another member, it is only possible under two circumstances.

First, the other party is confirmed to be an undercover agent or a traitor.

Second, if the other party is surrounded by the enemy or in a very dangerous environment, the possibility of rescuing him is very low.

The above two types can be shot directly. If there is a mistake in the mission, even a major mistake, it must be reviewed by the BOSS to decide whether to execute, punish, let it go, or whether there is suspicion of undercover and further review is required.

Judging from Gin's reaction, he probably hasn't received the boss's decision on what to do.

Pisco's eyes turned. With his life at stake, he quickly recalled the news he heard at the banquet and thought he had caught some evidence:
"——It's not just me, Gin. In fact, you also made a fatal mistake."

Gin's eyes turned colder.

What is this old guy talking about?
Because Gin was facing away from the streetlight, Pisco couldn't see his expression for a moment. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he continued:

"I can choose not to report you and keep it a secret from the boss. I can also help you explain to Rum, as long as you help me say a few words in front of the boss..."

“Beep—beep—”

Just as Pisco was bargaining with something that Gin couldn't understand, a vague sound of sirens suddenly came from a distance!
Vodka, who was in the car, changed his expression drastically. He lowered the window and wanted to ask Gin to leave quickly. However, as soon as he stuck his head out, he saw Gin pulling the trigger without mercy!
"boom!"

Pisco's body fell to the ground with a bang, a hint of surprise still lingering on his face.

Gin turned around and got in the car. Vodka stepped on the accelerator. After they drove a distance and could no longer hear the sirens, the driver hesitated and said, "Brother, you killed Pisco without receiving the order from the boss. This..."

"He was about to be caught by the police, so I killed him."

Gin said coldly.

Vodka said nothing. He knew that the situation just now - the police were about to arrive - could be considered within the scope of direct killing, but it was a bit far-fetched...

The black Porsche blended into the night and drove forward. Vodka didn't know whether to go to the hotel. When he was about to ask, Gin's phone rang again.

Gin looked at the screen with a serious expression. He looked out the window and found that this area was not suitable for parking, so he made a gesture to Vodka to keep quiet.

Vodka immediately realized that it was the boss calling.

Maybe he just returned to the room and saw the missed call from Brother Gin, so he called back immediately.

He subconsciously straightened his body and his driving posture became a little stiff, as if the boss high above him could see his movements through the phone.

Gin pressed the answer button and waited for the other party to speak first.

In the entire organization, he will only answer the phone unconditionally for two people. One has a special identity. Even if someone calls him at three in the morning just to tease him, he has to tolerate it and settle the score with them later. The other one is the BOSS.

He was on the phone with one of them right now.

The call was connected.

Gin waited patiently. He waited for several seconds, but the other party still didn't make any sound.

There was a dead silence in the car. (End of this chapter)