After Crossing, I Made Conan Cry

At this time, Naoto Yamamoto was checking the safety rope tied to his body, and was about to turn over from the balcony to room 1917 downstairs.

Just now, he was going to drive away secretly while Camus and the man who had been with her were leaving.

In the end, before he could act, a message was inexplicably received on his mobile phone. In addition to telling him the agreed time and place, there was also a sentence that made him break out in a cold sweat.

"If you want to leave, maybe you can check the route first."

When Naoto Yamamoto saw this sentence, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

But in the end, he still had a little luck, he didn't care about the inexplicable message, but drove away from here.

As a result, just after driving out, it was blocked by road closures caused by road repairs.

Unbelievably, he changed another path, but in the end he couldn't get through either.

If he still doesn't understand that these should be arranged by Camus at this time, then he has been fooling around for so many years.

There was just one thing that made him curious.

Where did she get the hands to do these things?

Also, what exactly was she trying to use him for?

Now that Naoto Yamamoto has broken free from his fear, he can naturally figure it out.

If the organization really sent Camus to deal with him, according to Camus' ability, he could be dealt with quietly.

But she had asked him here, and she hadn't let him go.

In other words, she is actually under the surveillance of the organization now and cannot act at will.

The man next to her should be just a cover.

And this action is also her personal action and has nothing to do with the organization.

This made him relax a little bit.

Especially after he found out that room 1917 was the one directly facing him downstairs, he immediately understood that his every move was in the eyes of the other party from the very beginning.

While Naoto Yamamoto was terrified by this, he miraculously let go of his heart.

It seems that what he thought was right before, Kamu didn't intend to deal with him, at least not for the time being.

As for after...

Naoto Yamamoto gritted his teeth, and felt overwhelmed. Anyway, when he received the letter, he had secretly arranged for his son to be sent abroad.

He still used the dark lines he had accumulated over the years.

Calculating the time, he should have arrived at the United States by this time.

In this case, even if he really guessed wrong, as long as his son is safe and sound, it would not be in vain for him to risk his life.

Naoto Yamamoto carefully tied the safety rope around the railing of the balcony. From the balcony of Room 2017, he jumped, hooked, and turned over to the balcony of Room 1917.

Naoto Yamamoto reached out and gently opened the sliding door of the balcony.

Accompanied by the soft 'crawl' sound of the sliding door, it was the sound of people in the room turning on the lights after hearing the movement.

'pata'

Following the sudden light in the room, Naoto Yamamoto narrowed his eyes slightly in shock.

"It really is you."

He looked at the girl who was sitting on the sofa, slowly closing the laptop on her lap and putting it aside, and said almost word by word:

"Camu."

"Since you know me, I guess we can skip introducing ourselves, right?"

Yoyo's words seemed to be interrogative sentences, but the certainty revealed in those words made Naoto Yamamoto grind his teeth with hatred.

"Time is limited, why don't we take a look at the gift I prepared for you first."

Yoyo took out a few photos from her pocket, exerted a little force on her wrist, and threw them to Naoto Yamamoto.

Naoto Yamamoto raised his eyebrows, casually raised his hand to take it, glanced at it, and the originally casual expression instantly froze on his face.

In the photo is his son who should have been smuggled into the United States through his arrangement and lived in peace.

"You...how do you know..."

His eyes suddenly widened, and his teeth chattered as he spoke. He really couldn't figure out when his arrangement was discovered.

Yoyo didn't answer what he meant, but just hooked her lower lip at him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes:

"So what's your answer?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll get involved with that note? As a code-named member of the Black Organization, you actually have a good relationship with a note. If other people find out about this, even you will be troubled. "

At that time, no matter whether it is being censored or no longer being trusted, even in order not to be affected by the note, the other party is likely to be dealt with by the organization.

In short, even in Kamu's position, it will be very troublesome.

Hearing Naoto Yamamoto's threat, Yoyo narrowed her eyes unobtrusively, but her face remained indifferent:

"Then you have to try. Is the policeman more important to me, or your son to you? If you really want to try, I don't care."

Naoto Yamamoto originally wanted to use this matter to threaten Yoyo, but this was when his own weakness was not in her hands.

However, the current situation is that his weakness has been grasped by others, but the opponent's weakness does not seem to be what he thought it was.

The point is that he can't really use his son's life to bet whether Camus is just playing with that note, or whether he really values ​​it.

What if... it was really played for him?

"If I do what you say, will you really let my son go?"

Naoto Yamamoto resisted Juyi and confirmed with her.

He really loves his son very much, otherwise he would not have resold the organization's things for his son's medical expenses.

It's a pity that people's hearts are greedy.

After discovering that the organization hadn't noticed his small movements for such a long time, what he started doing originally because he was desperate, gradually became out of control.

Even without Yoyo's use this time, with his more frivolous behavior recently, sooner or later, other people in the organization would be suspicious.

At that time, it will not be possible to quell this matter with one life.

And after Yoyo's actions, Naoto Yamamoto's sanity, which had been dazzled by money, gradually recovered a little.

Recalling his frequent small movements recently, and the people in the research institute looking at him with increasingly suspicious eyes, Naoto Yamamoto only felt a chill on his back, and the cold sweat on his forehead burst out suddenly. Can't help looking at Yoyo in panic.