Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 912 912 [The friend you mentioned]

the other side. Maurilan, Suzuki Sonoko and Conan also returned home smoothly.

   Although the high school students experienced two cases in a row tonight, it may be because there are not so many enemies in the air, and the mental state of the three is better than the vodka that has only experienced one case.

  …

  After washing, Conan pretended to lie down and sleep.

   In fact, in the sound of Mouri Kogoro's snoring, he secretly opened the door, slipped downstairs, and took out his mobile phone.

  Conan: "..." Unconsciously, the power of the black organization has penetrated so close to him, and vodka has actually become Jiang Xia's assistant...

  If the vodka is for him, Conan also intends to try to solve it independently.

   But now, this is obviously not his business alone - a little carelessness may be the life of an entire street.

so……

   By the light coming in from the street lamp, Conan pressed the phone, flipped through the address book, and found the number of his father, Yusaku Kudo.

  …

   Although last time, when Yusaku Kudo came to him, Conan proudly refused help from his elders in order not to return to the United States with his parents.

   But after so long, the proud high school detective has been discussing with Jiang Xia, the terrifying spoiler machine for so long... Conan has become a Buddhist, and his bottom line has gradually become more flexible.

  ——Compared to the ending of the group extermination, what's wrong with hugging your parents' thighs?

   In any case, being able to achieve the goal without killing and arson is the best way to deal with it.

   For such a big thing, rather than blindly choosing between a dilemma alone, it is better to try to get in touch with Interpol or FBI through Yusaku Kudo—maybe they will have a better understanding of this mysterious organization.

   Thinking so, Conan finally convinced himself completely. .

   He pressed the dial button. Call Kudo Yusaku.

  …

   rang a few times, and the other side picked up.

  Conan cleared his throat uncomfortably: "Dad, there is something important, can you talk now?"

"Hold on."

   The background sound on Kudo Yusaku's side sounds a little cluttered, like it's outside.

   After a while, with the sound of the door slamming shut, the other side of the phone fell silent, and Yusaku Kudo got into the car.

   Soon, an adult's reliable voice came from the receiver: "What's the matter?"

   "It's...that organization, it may have been eyeing Jiang Xia."

  Conan lowered his voice and told Yusaku Kudo about the situation he encountered tonight, as well as his thoughts and speculations.

  …

  The phone was silent for a long time.

  Conan waited patiently for a while, and couldn't help but say suspiciously, "Dad?"

   "Well, I'm thinking." Kudo Yusaku came back to his senses and reminded his occasionally aggressive son:

"It happens that I have a friend in Tokyo, and I will ask him to inquire about the general purpose of the organization's contact with Jiang Xia. Don't act rashly—if those people's goals were not originally Jiang Xia, and your abnormal behavior aroused the alarm of the organization, things would turn out to be It's troublesome."

  Conan is not surprised by this result, he has long known that Kudo Yusaku is very well-connected.

   But when I heard this sentence, I was still a little surprised: "What friend? Which organization has penetrated the organization to such a degree?" I can actually inquire about the details of "the organization is close to Jiang Xia's purpose"...

   Kudo Yusaku did not answer.

   He laughed and joked: "I remember someone saying, 'You don't need the help of your parents, you can solve things by yourself' - I don't know if these things that can be solved do not include the source of intelligence."

  Conan: "..."

  ... He originally thought that he had lost his integrity.

   But now it seems that there is still a little bit left.

  ——As soon as he thought about having to let Yusaku Kudo leak his secrets through the phone, and rolling around in a cute way, and by the way, he took back his previous speech... Conan couldn't help but want to grab the ground with his head.

   Moreover, it is undeniable that the questions he asked were indeed too sensitive - the identity of that "friend" might be an undercover agent who sneaked into the top of the organization. Even if he really asks without face, my father probably won't tell him...

   Thinking so, Conan snorted, barely maintaining his integrity.

   He changed the subject, chatted casually, and hung up the phone.

  …

   I'm very curious, but...

  Conan looked at the darkened mobile phone screen and sighed: Forget it. After all, he is his own father. If the information is really important, he probably doesn't need to ask for it, and his father will tell him.

   And now, since Dad doesn’t tell me, I can’t ask hard questions.

   Besides, even if the father is unreliable, isn't he still anonymous.

  —Following the anonymous habit of blocking organizations and saving high school detectives. If Vodka really had any conspiracy against Jiang Xia, Anonymous probably wouldn't watch it.

  Conan: "..." It's just that Anonymous isn't all a good organization. Those guys wouldn't kidnap Jiang Xia and become a group of mysterious people with them. Why don't you go to America...

   Alas, there is still too little information.

  Conan sighed dejectedly.

   At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out behind him and tapped his head.

  ——Mao Lilan was about to have supper just now, when he suddenly found that the child was missing, so he came all the way.

She looked at Conan's expression suspiciously: "What's wrong with you at such a young age? Don't think about it too much, I'll take you to the press conference tomorrow - Sonoko said that many celebrities will go there..." Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered the child's love for The star was not interested, and Mao Lilan changed his words wisely, "There are also meals and desserts that you can pick up at will!"

  Conan: "..."

  …is it time to think about what to eat? Now is the critical time to **** people from evil organizations!

  ...But it's true, it's useless to be in a hurry.

  Conan: "..." And, when it comes to dessert, he is indeed a little hungry - thinking about it carefully, in order to send the murderer in the mask case to the scene, they haven't had time to eat dinner.

  Conan sighed and went to dinner with Mao Lilan.

  …

   On the other side, on the road outside the airport.

   Kudo Yusaku hung up the phone.

   was different from the relaxed tone he had when facing Conan just now. He didn't know what to think, and his expression was a little dignified.

   Dr. A Li put away his luggage, opened the car door and entered the driver's seat.

   He just heard the last sentence of the father and son's phone call, and couldn't help laughing: "Xinyi would ask you for help? What's the matter, it's so rare."

"It's nothing, it's just that he ran into a member of that organization again." Yusaku Kudo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let's go to your house for a late-night snack today—I feel like you've gained some weight recently, so the food should be good. "

Dr. Li was startled and protested: "Nonsense! I obviously lost ten pounds! - Xiao Ai always took my fried chicken. I occasionally hid some fried food, and when I ate it, I found out that it was drenched by her. I have taken very bitter health medicine and can no longer be used as food..."

   (end of this chapter)