Conan: Another Famous Detective

At noon.

Yu Gongming and Meng Yu enjoyed their lunch while watching TV.

A piece of news was being broadcast on the TV at this time.

The content is about the large-scale chase and shootout that occurred near the Police Department building early yesterday morning.

Of course, all content is processed, and content about the invasion of the police station, black organizations, etc. will naturally not appear in the news.

Fortunately, the police were involved last night, so it was not difficult to hide it from the general public.

As long as you find a reason like "arresting a suspect", you can get past it.

At the end of the news, the wanted notice for the "fugitive" was indeed published in a decent manner.

The portrait above depicts none other than Curacao!

Yu Gongming knew at a glance that the police were using smoke bombs.

Meng Yu looked at the news on TV and blinked slightly: "I wonder if the police have already started an interrogation on Curaçao?"

"The time for the anesthetic should have passed by this time. The interrogation has probably started, right?" Yu Gongming speculated.

Meng Yu held her chin with her right hand and said with a pity on her face: "Oh! If only I had placed a bug there, maybe I could have overheard the content of their interrogation!"

Yu Gongming laughed: "It's a good idea, but I'm afraid it's useless."

"Both Manager Kuroda and Mr. Amuro are thoughtful people. Once their people take over Curacao, they will immediately determine whether she has a transmitter, bug or other equipment on her body."

"If the bugs we installed are discovered, it will make them wary of us, which will be detrimental to future cooperation."

Meng Yu heard the words and sighed softly: "I understand the truth, but I am still a little unwilling to do so."

Akira Hanomiya smiled and patted her shoulder gently: "There is no need to be discouraged. In the final analysis, most of the information Curaçao possesses is nothing more than useless to us."

"The only ones who can use that intelligence are the police and public security forces, which can mobilize a large number of manpower. For us, intelligence is more expensive than more."

"And I believe that Mr. Amuro wouldn't mind sharing some key information with us."

"I know, I know!" Meng Yu waved her hands: "I'm just complaining..."

Yu Gongming smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's eat first, otherwise the dishes will get cold."

As he spoke, he put the largest braised prawn on the plate into Mengyu's bowl.

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At the same time, in a certain villa.

Several men in black robes were sitting on the sofa. There was a laptop on the coffee table. One of the men in black robes was staring at the screen intently.

Suddenly, the man in black robe staring at the screen spoke: "She's awake!"

The other men in black robes who were still slightly relaxed immediately became energetic and gathered around.

"Really?"

"Let me see!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Curaçao, who was fixed on an iron chair on the screen, still had his eyes tightly closed.

"Huh? Isn't she still awake? Did you see it wrong, No. 5?" someone questioned.

The man in black robe known as No. 5 who was staring at the screen nodded with great certainty: "I'm sure her eyelids moved just now and her body also reacted!"

"Could it be a natural reaction during sleep?" someone speculated.

"Don't jump to conclusions yet." Another man in black robes said: "The other party is a very powerful agent. Don't take it lightly. Let's observe together."

The man in black robe who spoke seemed to be quite prestigious, and the other men in black robe did not make any comments after hearing the words.

As a result, all the men in black robes stared at the computer screen together.

After a long time.

"Hey! I just saw her eyes open a little!" No. 5 shouted!

"Huh? Is this happening?" Another person asked doubtfully.

"I saw it too." Someone else echoed.

"No. 5 read that right." The authoritative man in black robe said with a certain tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Curacao on the screen slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes moved slightly, as if she was looking around, with an obvious look of confusion on her face.

Upon seeing this, the authoritative man in black robe immediately stood up and said: "No. 3, you and I will go to the interrogation. No. 5 will be responsible for monitoring the surrounding situation. No. 2 and No. 4, as a mobile force, be prepared for unexpected events at any time. .”

"Yes!" The other men in black robes responded immediately, but they all deliberately lowered their voices.

The authoritative black-robed man nodded lightly and looked at No. 3: "Remember, our current identity is an unknown mysterious force that is fighting against the black-robed organization. Don't forget."

No. 3 nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, No. 1, I know what's going on."

"Okay, let's go." Number 1 said, heading towards the basement where Curacao was imprisoned, and Number 3 quickly followed him.

After a while, they opened the basement door.

The basement was quite empty, with only a set of iron desks and chairs fixed to the ground, and two other office chairs.

Curacao was naturally fixed on the set of iron chairs at this time.

Numbers 1 and 3 entered the basement, pulled up the office chairs, and sat across from Curacao.

The distance between the two sides is not far or close, about two meters.

Curacao, who had woken up at this time, looked at the two mysterious men in black robes and black masks with a slightly confused look.

After the two sides looked at each other for a while, No. 1's deep voice sounded.

"Hello, Curacao."

Curacao was stunned when he heard this. After two seconds, he said with some uncertainty: "Curaçao? Are you... calling me?"

Seeing Curacao's reaction, No. 1 raised his eyebrows slightly and continued without changing his tone: "Of course I am calling you, Curacao, the confidant agent of the black organization Rum."

When Curacao heard this, his expression became even more confused: "What organization? What rum? I have no idea what you are talking about... Also, who are you? And why am I here? You caught me here. ?"

Curacao kept asking questions, his tone filled with irritation and anxiety that he seemed to be trying his best to hide.

Number 1 and Number 3 frowned at the same time.

No. 3 couldn't help but look at No. 1, as if he wanted to say something, but No. 1 stopped him with a gesture.

Number 1 continued to look at Curacao: "Are you trying to tell me that you can't remember anything, even who you are?"

Curacao hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly.

No. 1 said "Huh": "Pretending to have amnesia is indeed a pretty good idea, but the information we know far exceeds your imagination!"

"Whether you are faking it or not, you just need to do a small test to find out."

The man in black robe said, taking out five color cards of white, orange, blue, green and red and a notepad from his arms.

Then, he opened the notepad and placed it in front of Curacao along with the five-color card.