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

The best hostage
At dusk, the rain finally stopped.

Vodka was the first to leave after the rain stopped, and Gin soon followed him.

Even if there are no suspicious people around, he will not stay in the same place for too long - this is Gin's caution that makes the undercover traitors hate him.

Gin drove his Porsche alone and arrived at another bar in Miwa Town based on the email he received ten minutes ago.

This is also a meeting place under the name of the organization, but unlike the one where Aoyagi Binguang was introduced to Scotland before, this bar will not let ordinary guests in as long as there are members of the organization present.

Gin entered the bar after making sure there was no problem around.As soon as he entered, he saw Aoyagi Binguang sitting behind the bar.

Aoyagi Binguang still has a female face, and if you look closely, you can still find that he has very light lipstick on his lips.It seemed that he had just arrived, and the bartender serving the organization served him a freshly made cocktail.

Gin walked over. Of course the bartender knew him. He nodded respectfully and avoided it with a look.

"Scotland sent you here?" Gin asked as soon as he sat down.

"Ah."

Qingliu Binguang responded. He pushed the wine glass that the bartender had just given to Gin: "He left after specially seeing me off. He treats ladies much more gracefully than you."

Gin sneered and didn't respond.

"Where's the vodka?" Aoyagi Binguang asked another person involved in the daytime operation.

"He went to continue contact."

Gin was in a good mood when he mentioned today's results.

There are many politicians who cooperate with the organization, and the organization has come into contact with many criminal police officers on a daily basis, but it is still rare to be able to completely grasp the handle of a section leader-level figure - especially the fourth section, which is responsible for investigating violent organizations.

Gin has some trust in Vodka, and will temporarily leave him in charge of the subsequent investigation and surveillance of Teraoka Katsutoshi.

"His close subordinates at work should pay more attention - this incident has greatly stimulated him, and they may see clues in their daily work." Aoyagi Binguang reminded.

“Vodka knows what to do with it.”

Gin picked up the glass and found that it was a cherry blossom cocktail.

This cocktail was designed by a Japanese bartender. As the name suggests, the liquid appears pale pink like cherry blossoms from any angle.

The Japanese police badge is in the shape of a cherry blossom, so in this country, this flower can represent the police.

What happened today was simply the greatest blasphemy against the cherry blossoms. Aoyagi Bin's bad taste in just drinking this wine was evident.

Gin raised his glass, but unfortunately the wine tasted a bit sweet. He only took a sip and then put it down, turning to look at Aoyagi Binguang next to him.

There is a square chessboard in front of Qingliu Binguang. He is wearing gloves, twisting a black chess piece between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand and placing it next to another black piece.

There is not a single white stone on the entire chessboard, and it is all black at first glance.

——He is playing chess with himself, and he is still playing the same color.

The smile on Gin's face disappeared immediately.

His expression darkened, and he stared closely at Qingliu Binguang's unruffled face.

……

In one-color chess, both sides play with chess pieces of the same color, which is a great test of chess skills and memory ability.

This is one of Anisette's favorite games.

The first time Gin saw him playing Isshiki was nine years ago.

Anicet was 15 years old at the time. She had short hair and long bangs on her forehead. She looked like she hadn't taken care of her hair for a long time. She was wearing a simple black shirt.He was setting up the chessboard alone, replaying a previous game.

The 20-year-old Gin stood beside him with the smell of gunpowder smoke, staring at the chessboard in front of him.

The chess pieces that came into view were all black and densely packed occupying the entire chessboard, like the wings of a crow.

If you were a novice, you might think that you would have won a long time ago, but Gin knew that most of them were enemies - they were wearing the same color and mixed in. If you treat them as one of your own, you will lose everything.

"Did you win this round?" Gin only cared about this.

"Won." Anicet twisted a black stone and landed on the board with a snap: "311 consecutive games, this is the 109th game, the only game I almost lost, and in the end I only won one shot. "

Brain power is Anicet's forte.

He has a very good memory, and even if he were asked to replay the game a few years later, he would be able to lay it out perfectly—even the order of each move would not be misplaced.

"But you don't look happy." Gin glanced at his expression.

"Because there's nothing to be happy about." Anisette sighed softly.

"The whole chessboard is only so big, and every move of the enemy is clear at a glance. As long as you have a long brain, remember the specific place of the opponent's move, and then think about the opponent's next goal, it is impossible to lose."

"The reality is far more complicated than this chess game."

Anicet leaned back in his chair, his eyes falling on the chessboard, and Gin felt like he was looking at something else through the chessboard.

"Unexpected changes, enemies hiding in the dark from beginning to end, our own people who suddenly change their positions and goals..."

The members of the organization who are known for their brain power count them one by one and put the chess pieces back into the box at the same time.The back of his right hand was slightly swollen and had pinholes on it.

"...It's really difficult to win."

Anicet sighed again. After collecting the chess pieces, he looked up at Gin: "Is your mission completed?"

Gin took out a cigarette, took out a match and lit the cigarette butt, and said calmly: "It's done."

Aniset's expression changed when she saw him smoking, and she covered her mouth and coughed violently several times.He finally put down his hands after coughing, his expression was particularly helpless. "Gin, can you stop smoking in front of me? I can't stand the smell..."

……

The smoke slowly rose, and Gin saw Aoyagi Binguang with long hair hanging on his shoulders, and lit a cigarette.

He smoked a kind of women's cigarette that is common in Europe. It has a lighter taste and a hint of sweetness, which is not easy to choke.

Gin's eyes moved down to his ankles under the black skirt.

The snake-shaped tattoo is lifelike crawling on the skin, and an electronic shackle that can take someone's life at any time is locked on the snake's seven-inch position.

"...You did a good job in these two missions."

Gin commented without any personal feelings.

Aoyagi Hikou came to Japan at the end of August and was handcuffed. The organization gave him three months to prove himself.

Now, just a few days after mid-September, he has completed warning congressmen in prison, handling 10 billion counterfeit banknotes, and semi-controlling a rogue police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department for the organization.

This mental state is normal enough. As long as someone else besides himself speaks a few words in front of the BOSS, he can dismantle this thing now.

As for the candidate, Gin quickly thought of: Aoyagi Binguang's father, the third in command Goldwasser.

He is different from Aoyagi Binguang.Although the two were biological father and son, Goldwasser's bloodline was flawless and he was closer to that gentleman. He was the ultimate relationship partner above Rum.

He is 41 years old and was only 17 years old when his son was born.In the future, he may have children with other women, but now, he only has Aoyagi Binguang left, and it took him more than ten years to cultivate it.

if he could...

"...The shackles don't matter. I already have a direction for finding an undercover agent."

Aoyagi Binguang's words made Gin take his thoughts back.

Ginjiu didn't expect that he still regarded finding an undercover as his goal, so he directly asked: "Who is it?"

"Not sure yet." Aoyagi Binguang said, placing the last black stone on the chessboard, "Now I can only tell you that he is an undercover agent of the Japanese police."

In the previous meeting, Aoyagi Binguang mentioned that the Japanese local investigation organization has been longer than the FBI. After his death, the previous undercover police officer Wheat Whiskey, there will definitely be new people coming in.

Hearing the word Japanese police, Gin looked at Aoyagi Binguang with a scrutinizing gaze again.

He asked abruptly: "For revenge?"

"...It is only natural that members of the organization arrest undercover agents. Why do you think so?"

Aoyagi Bin's light was stuck for a moment, and he asked incredulously, as if it was the first day he met this organization accomplice who hated undercover agents and would kill them regardless of what he heard.

Gin's eyes were cold, and he mentioned the first task he handled this time: "In the kidnapping case, you chose the eldest son of Kawajiri and his ex-wife, not the youngest son of his current wife."

"You made this choice not just to pin the suspicion on that woman, nor to prevent Kawajiri, who loves his younger son even more, from leaping over the wall. The most fundamental reason is..."

"-Kidnapping a biological child to threaten a mother is too much."

Qingliu Binguang took the initiative to complete.

"I have killed people, set fires, set off bombs, and done all kinds of bad things. At the same time, I am willing to stick to some trivial bottom lines..."

He dropped the last chess piece and the entire chessboard was arranged. He looked down and smiled. He seemed to be very satisfied with his results and began to collect the chess pieces bit by bit.

"But does this have anything to do with the fact that I'm now looking for a police undercover agent?"

Gin looked at Aoyagi Binguang without saying a word.

There was a smile on that face, and even he couldn't tell what he was thinking at this time.

He suddenly remembered the last chess piece Qingliu Binguang had just put down.

——Which side does that black chess piece that determines the outcome belong to?

……

After Aoyagi Binguang collected the chess pieces, the two walked out of the bar together.

The air after the heavy rain was chilly, and puddles gathered on the road in front of the bar.The water reflected the colors of the sunset, like a pool of bright red blood.

Gin came to the car, glanced at the rearview mirror first, and then looked at Aoyagi Binguang.

"Do you want me to show my 'grace' now and send you back?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

"No, you have many tasks, and I don't want to disturb you too much." Qingliu Binguang refused in a gentle tone.

Gin got in the car, and before they were about to leave, he gave a final reminder.

"Native rats need to be treated with more caution." Gin is very knowledgeable about this, "As long as you poke one, their partners will continue to pour out of the rat nest, and even a powerful wolf will be unable to resist it. "

"Don't worry, I'm sure." Qingliu Binguang smiled, "I have something that can threaten them."

"What?" Gin was curious.

"It's right under my feet."

Gin looked down.Qingliu Binguang was standing next to the car door. He was disguised from head to toe, with light makeup on his face. On his feet were a pair of stiletto heels that he couldn't stand firmly even if he had no ability at all.

The sharp heels dug into the ground, and there was nothing underneath his soles.

——Only this country is being trampled under his feet.

(End of this chapter)