Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Will, 34 years old, criminal profiler, affiliated with the BAU analysis department, is very good at serial murder cases, and is said to have empathy. His mental state is not stable enough, so he often seeks help from a psychologist."

A photo was thrown on the table. It was Will that Sakaki Cheng saw in front of the door of Syndorra Company in the afternoon.

However

The real person is more haggard than the photo.

"Jack, 37 years old, criminal director of the FBI New York Branch, specializing in homicide investigations, and often relies on his subordinate Will when handling cases."

Another photo was thrown on the table.

"Lecter, 35 years old, a very famous psychiatrist in the United States, usually responsible for psychological diagnosis for FBI agents, full of humanitarian spirit, and would not interfere in police affairs. For some reason, this time, he came to Boston"

The third and last photo appeared in front of Sakaki Cheng.

Sakaki Cheng recognized him at a glance.

"Psychiatrist"

Scanning through the lines of information, Sakaki Cheng had a general understanding of Lecter's life.

Four-word evaluation:

Three good students.

That's right, since kindergarten, Lecter has been the most obedient, smartest, and most emotionally intelligent student in the class.

At only a few years old, he knew how to deal with parents and teachers. Even if he made a mistake, the teachers and parents thought he was right and punished those students who did not make a mistake.

This made Lecter taste the sweetness.

With top grades, good communication skills, and considerate attitude, he has been a celebrity in the class since elementary school. In high school, he has become a celebrity in the whole school.

In order to ensure his excellent resume, he avoided all irregular businesses, did not smoke or drink, and was fascinated by psychology.

Until college, Lecter was admitted to the top university in the United States, where there are endless resources and even a long list of professor titles.

To this end

He learned the pinnacle of psychopathology and psychoanalytic psychology, killer-level fighting skills that can kill one person in ten steps, the exquisite cooking skills of a five-star Michelin chef, extremely high artistic talent, and mastered everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He even learned languages ​​of various countries, surgical anatomy, etc.

Lecter has a very high IQ, is handsome and talented, and can be called perfect.

However.

The more perfect something is, the more indelible demons will appear.

He likes to play God, but he can't be God.

"Where is Lecter now?"

Putting down the file, Sakaki Cheng asked.

"In the FBI headquarters in Boston."

The man in black hesitated and said:

"It is heavily guarded there. It is the headquarters of the FBI. It is impossible to attack it with only two people."

"What's more."

"Even if you attack it, when you kill Lecter and expose your identity, you will be surrounded by the SWAT team."

The suggestion is very mediocre, nothing outstanding, and nothing wrong.

When Sakaki Cheng knew about the so-called precautions of the FBI headquarters, it was not the first time he had dealt with the FBI.

He also knew the other party's usual methods clearly.

"These things are not your concern."

Belmode lit up a cigarette elegantly and took a puff:

"After delivering the things, you can leave."

"Yes."

The man in black walked out the door a little disappointed. When he was about to leave the living room, he suddenly turned his head:

"Big sister, when will you come back?"

"Not sure."

Belmode's face was indifferent:

"Maybe not."

"Ah"

The man in black said anxiously:

"But if you leave, what should we do?"

"Boss will send someone else."

Waving her hand impatiently, Belmode said:

"Okay, hurry up and leave. Don't stay here and get in the way."

The two men in black left the apartment in disgrace.

After they left.

"Are these people members of the organization?"

Standing up, Makoto Sakaki put the FN57 on his waist and asked casually while putting on the equipment:

"They seem to be interested in you."

"There are many people who are interested in me."

Smoking a cigarette, Vermouth's mood remained calm:

"After so many years in the United States, how can I lead the overall situation without any means?"

"The reason why the boss transferred me back to Japan is that the APTX plan has reached a critical period."

"The organization has begun to close the net, so it is natural to gather all the backbone forces, Eliminate the traitor. "

"How did they get these documents?"

Pointing to the files on the table, Makoto Sakaki narrowed his eyes:

"I remember that the information of FBI members is top secret."

"No matter how tough the lock is, there is a way to open it, not to mention confidential documents?"

Vermouth smiled slightly and looked at her meaningfully:

"Could it be..."

"Do you think I have been in the United States for so many years, just to deal with some insignificant trivial matters?"

"Boss is an unfathomable person, don't underestimate him."

Makoto Sakaki laughed.

Through the conversation just now.

He confirmed two things.

1. The organization arranged an undercover in the FBI, and the position is not low.

2. Vermouth has ulterior motives.

About Vermouth, Makoto Sakaki has never obtained much information.

She is very mysterious, and Gin is unwilling to reveal any news about her, let alone Vodka. With his brain that is not bright, he drills into his art every day, and he is almost a fool.

Pisk should know a lot of secrets from the past, but unfortunately.

Makoto Sakaki didn't have the chance to interrogate him.

Why did Vermouth protect Conan?

This is a question that puzzled Makoto Sakaki.

Obviously, if Conan was given to the organization, it would be of great help to the APTX plan, but Vermouth still suppressed the matter secretly, even killing the insider.

Could it be because she had studied with Kudo Yukiko and had feelings for her?

No, no, no.

Makoto Sakaki didn't think that the relationship between Vermouth and Kudo Yukiko was that close.

"Before departure"

Vermouth took out a black bag from the sofa, which contained a large amount of skin-like silicone and C4 explosives:

"We can't go out in our current appearance, otherwise we will be caught before we go far."

The two FBI agent certificates brought by the man in black were prepared for this moment.

Based on the photos on the certificates, Vermouth made two masks, one for Makoto Sakaki and one for her own face.

If you ignore her figure

The current Vermouth is exactly like the agent on the ID.

"Come upstairs with me."

Under her guidance, Makoto Sakaki came to a room on the second floor.

The room was decorated very simply, without any special features, just like a motel.

"Interested in a girl's room?"

Walking to the closet, Vermouth found that Makoto Sakaki had been looking at her room, and said half sarcastically and half mockingly:

"Well"

"You are a man after all."

"I'm just curious about the structure here, and"

Makoto Sakaki retracted his gaze and said lightly:

"You don't seem to be called."

"Girl."