Conan: The Mechanic

A minute later, a text message was sent to the phone.

"Here is the doctor, staring at this phone. Maybe I'll ask you to check something. If something happens, I need your help to call the police."

Qianyu walked out the door while digesting the meaning of the man before.

"What the **** is going on?" The voice outside the door startled him - Ai Haibara was actually sitting on the chair by the door.

"I originally planned to go downstairs," Hai Yuanai glanced at Qianyu and said lightly. "But, just as I was in the elevator, I saw the man who took Gregory away just now passing me on the phone and saying Gregory's name, and I'll come back and have a look."

"Then let's go back together now." Qianyu raised her eyebrows and said.

I always feel that there is something inconsistent. . .

. . .

On the way, the phone calls. Just when Chiba was about to ask about the current situation, she heard a voice that didn't belong to Gregory, but a woman's voice.

"That's one of our agents, who just came back from abroad, but his symptoms flared up when he came back to report on duty." On the other side of the phone, not only was the voice not Gregory's, but the voice itself was not quite right, as if it was Gregory. Rigory was using his cell phone to secretly play the voice over there to himself. "We suspect that because he stole valuable information, he was poisoned to retaliate. The symptoms we are more prone to are a certain isotope, or a poison unknown to us, so we asked you to help us diagnose. "

This information is very powerful. . . Agents returning from abroad? The police's hands and feet are really neat. . . Are you involved in U.S. overseas operations? Also, poisoned. . . isotope? Unknown poison? What are these things. . .

"If that's the case, what are you doing with me?" Gregory's voice appeared. "I'm not an expert in toxicology analysis, nor an expert in nuclear engineering."

"But our current means are almost powerless," came a female voice. "We've done six toxicology tests for this agent—forget it, I'll give him a pseudonym, Sheila Cuvas, last name after, for your convenience—involving various of heavy metal agents and biological agents, but no abnormalities were found."

"His own statement said that he ate a lot of chestnuts." A completely unfamiliar male voice.

"Uh... well, let me state in advance," Gregory's tone was not serious. "If Agent Squirrel was responsible for this incident, I would definitely not be involved in therapy because I hate being around these rodents."

"Could it be that you ate something similar to chestnuts?" The unfamiliar male voice continued. "Aesculus is very similar to chestnut, but if ingested, a toxin called aesculin is absorbed."

"The horse chestnut does look like a chestnut, but that **** is worse than a cocoon on a horse's hoof! As long as you have a brain, you won't eat a lot of it!" Gregory immediately retorted. "Although the taste is close to chestnut after being boiled in alkaline water, escin will also be decomposed due to high temperature. Speaking of which, can we take a look at the patient?"

"Yes." The female voice replied.

Next, there was the sound of walking for about 30 seconds, but since Gregory didn't hang up the phone, Chiba could only bite the bullet and listen.

"This is our agent, Mr. Shile-Cuvas." The female voice introduced.

"There are rashes on the skin all over the body, and there are burns on the skin..." Gregory murmured - probably describing the condition to Chiba.

"Five days ago, he still had 82 kilograms, and now I am afraid he is not even 75 kilograms." There was regret in the female voice. "He is very weak now, and he vomits up what he eats when he doesn't digest it well. His fingernails and hair are also damaged or even falling out."

Then there was another sound of footsteps, and apparently they left the ward where the patient was.

"Where did he go on a mission?" Gregory asked.

"That's classified."

"Unless we understand the local environmental factors and poisonous plants, it is difficult for us to give a reliable answer." Gregory insisted on the mission location.

"You know very well that we can't tell you." The female voice refused to give in at all.

"Then why are you looking for us here?" Gregory's voice was a little helpless. "Find those toxicology experts and ask them to go!"

"..." After silence, a female voice said softly. "They just told me that this guy has been in Bolivia for the past 11 months."

"Who are you going to kill?" Gregory suddenly asked a completely different question. "No no no, don't look at me like that... Well then, who are you planning to marginalize with your actions?"

"Can you not talk about this?" The unfamiliar male voice came again. "Our time is precious!"

"I think I have come to a conclusion." Gregory said calmly. "It's John, the kind that's poured out of a glass and gulps down."

"John? A big drink?" The strange male voice was confused.

"Your Excellency, do you mean beer?" The female voice said somewhat uncertainly~www.readwn.com~ Yes," Gregory said leisurely. "Only Australia's 'John' can drink freely. Alcoholic pancreatitis. "

"But he has no history of drinking, and how can the symptoms on his skin be explained?" a strange male voice asked.

"No one had a history of drinking before drinking for the first time," Gregory replied immediately. "Regarding the skin symptoms, do you think the fungus won't infect him because he's an agent? The sun won't burn him because he's an agent?"

"In other words, either this agent is an alcoholic who happens to get a fungal infection and ends up getting burned by the sun. Or, like I said, he's been murdered by some group in a clever, untraceable way— — like isotopes or something.”

"Well, let's follow the radiation therapy." The female voice made a choice.

The phone hung up after five seconds, and another half a minute later, a text message came.

[Buy some chestnuts, go to a place outside the Ministry of Public Security building that is not easy to be found, and send me a text message at that time. 】

This request is unexpectedly simple, after all, it's just to buy a chestnut—a wool?

【Where is the Ministry of Public Security? ? ? ] Qian Yu was a little mad-he was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department by police cars before, and he himself didn't know how to get to the Metropolitan Police Department. (The Ministry of Public Security belongs to the Metropolitan Police Department, which has jurisdiction over Tokyo, but in fact, the Ministry of Public Security directly belongs to the National Public Security Commission. Even the boss of the Metropolitan Police Department has nothing to do with the Ministry of Public Security. Therefore, there is no public security talent in 20 miles of the theatrical version. Take people under pressure.)

[To the south of the Imperial Palace, to the east of the National Assembly Hall, to the northwest of Hibiya Park]

Well, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is actually in such a cool place. . .

However, why buy chestnuts?