Conan: Another Famous Detective

After a while, Yu Gongming walked out of the warehouse. Flute

He took a quick look and saw Conan with his hands in his pockets, looking at him questioningly.

Yu Gongming nodded slightly towards him and smiled, indicating that everything went well.

Conan also smiled when he saw this.

"Let's go." Yu Gongming said calmly.

Conan nodded slightly, and the two of them turned and walked towards the school gate.

Not long after, Asaka's figure also appeared at the door of the warehouse, silently watching the two people walking away.

After the two disappeared from sight, she took out something from her arms. Flute

That's a voice recorder.

The purpose of bringing this thing is also very simple. It is to keep a record of the information that the other party may reveal during the meeting. Maybe it can be used in the future?

She gently pressed the record button on the top of the pen.

There was a rustling sound.

sand--

sand--

After more than ten seconds, Asaka frowned. Flute

Is there something wrong with the recorder?

She waited for a while, and there was still a rustling sound.

Asaka's frown deepened, she turned off the recording, operated the pen again, and then casually said a few words to the recording pen.

When she pressed the play button again, her voice came out from the recorder.

Asaka's eyes flashed and she took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

She made two preparations and turned on the recording function of her mobile phone before the meeting.

However, when she looked at her phone, the screen was not the recording interface, but the application desktop. Flute

Asaka's pupils narrowed and she quickly turned on the recorder.

The interface is empty, without any recording records.

Now Asaka was completely sure that some external factor had interfered with her recording.

The source of this external factor is already obvious.

Qianxiang chuckled, with a look of amusement on her face.

"Extraordinary skill; extraordinary wisdom; cautious behavior; diverse methods..."

She suddenly looked forward to the follow-up of this cooperation. Flute

…………

Tottori Prefecture, in a European-style castle.

The middle-aged man in a neat suit knocked on the door at the end of the corridor and pushed in after receiving the answer.

"What's the matter?" the old voice asked.

"The police have made the final decision to transfer Rum." The middle-aged man spoke respectfully.

"Transfer location?" The old voice spoke concisely.

"Unknown." The middle-aged man's voice was low: "This matter was not announced at the meeting. Odagiri Toshiro claimed that the matter would be handed over to a dedicated person. The transfer location and the specific person responsible for the transfer will be kept secret for the time being."

The old voice chuckled: "It's really a lot of painstaking work."

The middle-aged man said quickly: "My subordinates will investigate the relevant information as soon as possible."

The old voice hummed, and continued: "We must rescue Rum this time. If we fail this time, there is no guarantee that Rum will not let go."

"I understand." A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "If nothing can be done, I will arrange for another group of dead soldiers to kill Rum directly!"

The old voice was noncommittal and just waved his hand: "Go ahead."

This actually expresses the attitude.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and then respectfully withdrew. Flute

…………

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Office of the Inspector General of Police.

Director Hakuba and Kuroda sat opposite each other with serious expressions.

"Has everything been arranged?" Director Baima asked.

"Yes! All transfer procedures have been arranged. If they dare to take action, they will be given a head-on blow!" Kuroda replied in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Director Baima clapped his hands: "Let's do it beautifully. It's best to catch everyone who comes. Let Rum see the strength and determination of our police, and understand that stubborn resistance will not end well!"

"My subordinates will definitely live up to the director's expectations!" Kuroda immediately promised. Flute

Director Hakuba stood up and patted Kuroda lightly on the shoulder: "I'm waiting for your good news!"

…………

Hanomiya Detective Agency.

"I'm back!" Mengyu entered the living room on the third floor carrying her schoolbag.

"You're back!" Yu Gongming poked his head out of the restaurant and said with a smile: "The meal is ready, wash your hands and eat."

Meng Yu's small and delicate nose moved slightly, and her eyes lit up: "Eh? Is it actually puffer fish hot pot today?"

Yu Gongming smiled and said: "Yes! I went to the fresh food market this morning and happened to come across the fresh goods that had just been shipped, so I bought them directly."

"You're lucky!" Meng Yu smiled with squinted eyes, changed her shoes and socks and entered the restaurant.

Not long after, the two were chatting while tasting the delicious puffer fish hot pot.

Akira Hagong swallowed the delicious fish in his mouth and said, "Today there was news from Conan that Uncle Maori will have a secret operation in three days."

"Combined with the intelligence we collected from the police, we can basically determine that Rum's transfer time will be three days later."

Meng Yu's expression suddenly became serious; "Oh? Has the time been determined? What about the specific route?"

"Still investigating." Yu Gongming shook his head slightly: "The police take this matter very seriously, and the confidentiality level is very high. I doubt that any records will even be left on the computer."

Meng Yu also frowned slightly when he heard this: "It would be more difficult if I no longer leave traces on the computer..."

"The situation is not too bad." Yu Gongming said calmly: "As long as we keep an eye on the detention center, plus the movements on uncle's side, it is enough for us to lock Rum's location."

"In the final analysis, our goal is just to ensure that Rum is not rescued, so the police are our natural allies, not to mention that this is a trap set by the police for the organization."

"As long as the organization cannot defeat the police in a short time, take Rum away, and get rid of tracking, we will still have a chance to take action."

Meng Yu thought for a while and nodded: "That's true, but we are always used to making decisions before taking action. I will try my best to collect information in the past few days."

Yu Gongming smiled: "Just do your best, I will also pay attention here, and we will inform the other operators of the news after dinner."

"Okay." Mengyu naturally had no objection.

Half an hour later, Akira Hanomiya first dialed Okiya Subaru's phone. Flute

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Tokyo Detention Center, in the cell where Rum is held.

Rum, who was dressed in prison uniform, sat on the edge of the single bed, looking at the small window without sadness or joy.

He has been here for quite some time.

He has done many things over the years that could warrant life imprisonment or even the death penalty, but this is the first time he has actually been caught.

In the past, the things he did were either clean enough from beginning to end, leaving no traces pointing to him, or he was suspected but continued to get away with it through some connections.

But this time, the situation was worse than ever. Flute

There is conclusive evidence for many of his crimes, including concealing arms, launching terrorist attacks and other serious crimes, which are almost equivalent to taking stolen goods.

After he came in, he also tried to use various connections. However, the connections he had made were either decisively cut off from him, or they were directly arrested by the police.

None of the lawyers he was familiar with were willing to defend him, and only an assistance lawyer hired by the police protected his most basic rights.

After several fruitless attempts, he finally understood that if he wanted to go out, he could only rely on the actions of outside organizations.