Coroner Ke Xue

"Gin, you disappoint me so much."

A strange male voice that had undergone mechanical transformation was echoing coldly in the dead air.

Everyone realized the owner of this voice:

"This voice is Rum."

"Rum shows up?!"

"Boss Rum?"

"Rum really can't sit still. Oh, all this is part of Mr. Noah's plan!"

The four people present, including Bourbon, Keel, Vodka, and Ireland, were either cautious, nervous, or excited and held their breath.

Even Gin, who had only shown himself cold and stern in the past, couldn't help but temper his edge at this time.

"Mr. Rum."

"Sorry, today's operation failed."

"Failure is not terrible."

"You have to know, where did you fail?"

"It's the mole."

Gin could hardly suppress his anger:

"There's a mole among us again!"

"Who is the mole?"

"have no idea"

"Who do you think is most likely?"

Gin was silent for a while.

Although he was very reluctant to do so, he silently turned his attention to vodka.

"Big, big brother."

Vodka was so aggrieved that he almost cried:

"No, it's not me, it's really not me!"

"Brother, think about it. If I were an undercover agent, how many opportunities would I have to betray the organization over the years? Why wait until now?"

Although his tone was panic.

But the defense is strong.

Yes, he can sell gin at any time, so why wait until now?

"That's impossible to say."

In order to avoid suspicion, Bourbon and Gere did not dare to come out to set the pace.

But Ireland danced happily:

"You have had countless opportunities to betray the organization before."

"But of the many opportunities before, which one can compare with today's opportunity?"

"You used to only work with Gin. If you want to betray, you can betray Gin. At most, you can also betray Cohen and Chianti."

"But what about today?"

Ireland's words are really heartbreaking:

"I am Bourbon, Kir, and Belmode."

"There are so many elite peripheral members"

"But they were all sold out in one go!"

After such an analysis.

Vodka's image suddenly changed from a simple and honest driver's boy to a forbearing spy who plays a long-term role in catching big fish.

He didn't sell the organization before because he didn't want to.

Instead, he was quietly waiting for the opportunity to catch all the fish in one go.

"Bastard!" Vodka's big face turned red: "How could I be an undercover agent!"

"I am a person trained by the organization, and the organization knows me very well."

"But so am I."

Ireland interrupted him disdainfully:

“I grew up around the organization.”

"Don't you and Gin still suspect that I am an undercover agent?"

"Why can't the cadres trained by the organization be incited to rebel?"

"you you?!"

Vodka didn't have time to retort angrily.

Seeing Ireland taking the lead and setting the pace, Bourbon finally stepped forward.

He said calmly:

"One thing to say, let's analyze it rationally:"

"The hiding locations of our three groups were all temporarily selected before the operation this morning. There is no possibility of leaking the secret in advance."

"And the only person who can master three groups of hiding locations at the same time is Vodka and Gin."

"Then if Vodka isn't undercover."

"Then how did the undercover agent know everyone's hiding location?"

"I" Vodka was speechless for a moment.

He saw everyone looking at him strangely.

Mr. Rum on the phone never expressed his position.

Vodka could only bite the bullet and explain for himself:

"That undercover must have used other methods!"

"Maybe. Maybe he took advantage of our meeting in the morning to secretly install positioning devices on other teams' vehicles?!"

"That's possible."

"but."

Miss Keel also started fanning the wind:

"We suffered such heavy losses today."

"Only a few cars can come back safely."

"As for whether the cars that have not returned have positioning devices installed on them, who knows?"

Others may indeed exist, but there is no proof.

The biggest suspect is his vodka.

"enough."

Rum finally spoke slowly:

"Gin, lock him up first."

"Mr. Rum." Vodka's breath was stagnant: "Wait."

"I'm not, I'm really not!"

"Shut up." Rum's tone became even colder: "Are you an undercover agent? Who is the undercover agent? I will naturally try to investigate these."

"But until the results of the investigation come out."

"Gin, you know what to do."

Gin was silent for a while, and finally his face turned cold:

"Vodka."

"I'll go to the gas chamber by myself."

"Don't force me to help you."

"I" Vodka's face darkened:

He knew that he was enjoying the treatment Miyano Shiho had received.

Once Rum finds out what clues are against him.

Then he would never get out of the gas chamber again.

Fortunately.

Rum is not the only one doubting him:

"Ireland, Bourbon, Kiel, including Cohen and Chianti who are now seriously injured"

"You guys should not move around for the next two days."

"Stay in this stronghold for me, do you understand?"

"Gin, watch them for me."

"Yes." Both Bourbon and Kiel secretly felt worried.

They knew that they were under house arrest in disguise by Rum.

The situation is actually no better than Vodka.

"Wait, Mr. Rum"

Vodka is frantically trying to lure more people into the water:

"And Belmode, and Chartreuse!"

"They also know today's plan, and they are also suspected of betraying the organization!"

"Shut up--"

Rum's voice suddenly turned cold:

"Don't mention Chartreuse's name everywhere!"

"???" The ears of Bourbon, Keir, and Ireland all stood up secretly.

It seems that Chartreuse is the newly promoted core member of Legend a few months ago?

This man is almost as mysterious as Rum.

No one knew who Chartreux was or even what role he played in the organization.

But now.

Why did vodka suddenly mention him?

During the previous meeting, they clearly didn't see any Chartreux.

Why does Chartreuse also know today's plan?

Was he involved in today's action?

What about Keren?

The three undercover agents were eager to know more.

But Rum would not give them this chance.

He simply said:

"Belmod and Chartreux have other tasks and don't have time to come over."

Lin Xinyi is an undercover agent.

An undercover agent who is very important to the organization.

He has recently been playing an important role as an external expert for the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

Of course, you can't disappear from people for no reason and come back to "go to jail" with them.

"But I will naturally investigate what happened today."

"No matter who the undercover agent is, no matter where they are."

"I won't let him go back alive."

Rum's voice on the phone was mechanically deformed, and naturally had a sense of mystery.

But he would never have imagined that while he was on the phone with Gin,

The content of their call has been broadcast live by a more mysterious entity:

"Noah's Ark."

"Can you determine his current location?"

Lin Xinyi asked with implicit expectation.

Rum is cautious and mysterious. He uses a disposable mobile phone number that changes frequently when calling his subordinates.

And he is the only one who takes the initiative to contact others, and there is no chance for others to call and test him.

This time Rum couldn't hold himself back and took the initiative to show up, and finally Noah's Ark captured his latest mobile phone number.

"The location can be determined."

"The target is in Tokyo right now, right in Mikka Town."

"What's the positioning error?"

"According to the local base station density, the error should be about 300 meters."

"It's a 300-meter radius."

Lin Xinyi frowned secretly, then turned to Belmod for advice:

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Should we just look for rum based on location?"

"No." Belmode objected very decisively.

She recalled her experience of countless overt and covert confrontations with Rum over the years, and analyzed with a solemn expression:

"Rum is an extremely cautious and perceptive man"

"No, even I, who have been dealing with him for twenty years, don't know whether he is a man or a woman."

The range error of mobile phone positioning is a full 300 meters.

This range may include thousands of people in the densely populated center of Tokyo.

And they didn't even know what Rum looked like, or whether he was a boy or a girl.

Even the so-called "Rum has a prosthetic eye" rumor, I don't know whether it is true or not.

How can you find someone like this?

"I'm afraid we haven't found Rum yet."

"He's going to notice us first."

"And if he realizes that his location has been exposed inexplicably, then our mobile phone positioning trick shouldn't be able to hide it for long."

This time, Gin realized the danger in advance and issued a retreat order in time. This actually had both disadvantages and advantages for Lin Xinyi and Belmode.

The downside, of course, is that their plan to sell out their gin unfortunately failed.

Before the CIA and Japanese police had time to block off the street, they collided with Gin and others who had evacuated in advance.

The benefits are:

Before Gin even saw the CIA and Japanese police blocking the street, he had already bumped into them.

If the CIA and Japanese police had blocked the streets first, and then sent out a large number of manpower to search for them inch by inch within the blockade,

Then Gin will definitely realize immediately:

In fact, his specific location was not exposed at all.

In fact, the other party only knew an approximate error range of 2 or 300 meters.

Then further think of the existence of high-tech mobile phone positioning.

But Gin was lucky enough to escape the siege in advance, so he subconsciously believed that he had been betrayed by the mole around him and his specific hiding location was exposed.

"So far they haven't noticed the mobile phone positioning trick."

"But if we attack Rum rashly and accidentally alert the enemy, Rum will naturally take precautions."

"Then we will no longer be able to tap their phones and confirm their locations as we like now."

Belmode's explanation in a solemn tone made Lin Xinyi quickly give up the idea of ​​​​speculation and adventure.

"Then what do we do next?"

"It depends on Mr. Rum's next reaction."

Belmod looked at the phone thoughtfully.

By this time Rum had hung up the call to Gin.

"Rum said he was coming to take over the investigation of the organization's undercover agents."

"What I'm curious about now is, how is he going to investigate?"

Belmod couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Lin Xinyi, who had no understanding of Rum, was even more unable to answer the question.

Fortunately, Rum himself answered this question:

"Mr. Lin, Miss Chris."

"I detected another call from Rum to another mobile number."

Noah's Ark sent a timely reminder.

The eavesdropping content was rebroadcast in real time:

"Mr. Rum."

"What are your orders?"

The person who answered the phone was an unfamiliar female voice.

The voice was young but firm.

With the cold taste of wholesale from members of the organization.

"How is that plan ready?"

"Can it be executed now?"

Rum's weird mechanical male voice then sounded.

"Now?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but then she answered respectfully:

"I have replaced the identity of a public security employee and successfully sneaked into the police building to work."

"It's not impossible to carry out the mission now."

"But I haven't fully figured out the security situation in this building."

"If I carry out the mission rashly now, I'm afraid I will be exposed during the operation."

"So, Mr. Rum had better let me continue to lurk as planned."

Her tone was slightly embarrassed.

Rum also thought seriously about it for a while.

But his final answer was still:

"How confident are you if you carry out the mission now?"

"This is 5, no, 60%."

The woman answered as carefully as possible with a sense of natural confidence.

Although the public security police left behind at the police station are outnumbered, they are basically miscellaneous soldiers.

With her skills, even if she is discovered by the enemy during the operation, she may not be able to escape safely.

"60%? That's enough."

Rum pondered for a moment and then decisively issued the order:

"time is money."

"Perform the mission in advance"

"Curaçao."

After listening carefully, Lin Xinyi and Belmode finally figured out Rum's plan.

It turns out that there is a secret file in the Japanese public security database.

It contains a list of undercover identities of intelligence agencies from around the world who have infiltrated black organizations.

Rum's plan is to send Curacao to sneak into the Public Security Investigation Department to steal this secret file, thereby helping him find out the identity of the undercover who betrayed the organization today.

In this regard, Lin Xinyi wanted to say:

"Why are there lists of undercover agents from other countries in the Japanese public security database??"

Although the Japanese police and the intelligence agencies of various countries around the world are theoretically allies.

But the identity information of an undercover agent is related to the undercover agent’s wealth and life. Shouldn’t the fewer people know about it, the better?

Generally, undercover agents only have a single line of communication with their superiors, and they even have to hide it from their own people.

Who would be idle and share the intelligence of their own undercover agents with their allies?

What's more, they are superficial allies?

After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Xin could only come to one conclusion:

It is estimated that Officer Furitani has been busy investigating "his own people" since he infiltrated the organization.

"There's no time to dwell on this issue now."

Belmod interrupted his contemplation:

"Curaçao is already taking action."

"What we want to think about now is how to stop Rum's plan."

"Yes." Lin Xinyi nodded secretly.

Although I don’t know how many countries’ undercover identities are hidden in the Japanese public security database.

But Feng Guling's name must be among them.

If Rum is really allowed to get this list, then his old friend, Officer Shiratani, Mr. Bourbon, who is now under the custody of Gin and under house arrest, may be in danger.

"How about we remind the Japanese police."

"Let them take precautions now?"

Lin Xinyi tried to make suggestions.

But Belmode shook his head:

"Reminders are definitely needed."

"But what I'm worried about is that even if we tell the Japanese police the information now, they may not be able to stop Curacao -"

"This woman is very strong."

Lin Xin nodded secretly after hearing this.

The successful escape of Ginjiu and others today really made him see the huge difference between masters and ordinary soldiers.

And the experts from the Japanese police are still "in solitary confinement" at Gin.

"Speaking of which." After thinking about it, Lin Xinyi asked curiously: "Sister, do you know this Curacao?"

"Of course I do."

Belmode smiled:

"I almost killed her once!"

"ha?"

"It's an order from the organization."

"Because Curacao was born with a photographic memory, she remembered too many things that she shouldn't have known."

"The boss was worried about her, so he ordered me to kill her."

"But at the last minute, Rum showed up."

"He rescued Curaçao from me and then raised this woman to be an absolutely loyal confidant to him."

"This" Lin Xinyi was speechless when he heard:

Why do organizations always want to kill their own people?

The identity and background of the co-author in Curaçao is also so bitter and bitter.

Almost as miserable as Ireland.

"etc."

Thinking of Ireland, he couldn't help but broaden his mind:

"Is there any possibility that Curacao could be incited to rebel?"

"Don't think too beautifully."

Belmode sighed helplessly:

"She is now Rum's confidant."

"If even Rum's cronies can be easily incited to rebel, can this organization still survive until now?"

"But you are still the boss's confidant," Lin Xin muttered quietly.

"Then it's not your fault?"

Belmode glared at him complainingly:

"If it weren't for you, how could I betray the organization?"

"Really?" Lin Xinyi expressed doubt:

"Not even when meeting Conan and Mao Lilan?"

"You know, even without me, Conan would probably have to fight against the organization."

Belmode: "."

She thought about it carefully.

This organization is indeed going to end.