Conan: Another Famous Detective

In the underground base of Katsuno Bar, in a somewhat dark room.

Gin's expression remained indifferent, and he put out the burned cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray.

At this time, his right shoulder and right wrist were bandaged, and the injuries he suffered in the previous two days had been basically controlled.

"Have you checked it out?" He looked at the tequila standing respectfully in front of him.

"Yes, according to our investigation, the police do not seem to have caught Miyano Akemi or found his body." Tequila Hui reported.

"Oh? Then why did the police cancel Miyano Akemi's wanted order?" Gin asked coldly.

"I don't know," Tequila replied.

"Huh?" Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"According to the spy's inquiries, this order was personally issued by Matsumoto Kiyonaga." Tequila added.

"Ha! In such a big case, involving the Siling Consortium, the cancellation of the wanted order cannot be decided by a small search officer."

"Brother, what do you mean...is this what that guy from White Horse meant?" Tequila frowned.

"Isn't it obvious enough?" Gin sneered.

"But why would he do this? This would risk offending the Siling Consortium." Tequila asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps he and those guys have reached an agreement, and Miyano Akemi has fallen into his hands, or, as the impostor said, Miyano Akemi has been dealt with by them."

"This...should we continue to investigate?" Tequila asked.

"No need, even if Miyano Akemi falls into the hands of the police, it won't provide any valuable clues. It would be better if he is solved by those guys." Gin sneered.

"Yes, I will order the investigation to stop." Tequila said respectfully.

"Well, is there anything unusual in the past two days?" Gin asked.

"No, according to your arrangement, on the day you returned to the base, we suspended all gray and black transactions and only maintained normal bar operations. In order to avoid being tracked by those guys, all internal members stayed at the base. No one is out."

"In addition, I also sent people to keep an eye on the surveillance. After the big brother came back, there were no suspicious characters wandering or gathering around the bar."

"Judging from the current signs, neither the police nor those guys should be focusing on this place." Tequila said.

"Well, that's good. During this period, everyone must be more cautious. Without my order, they must not act rashly!" Gin said in a stern tone.

"Yes!" Tequila responded solemnly.

Gin nodded slightly, indicating that Tequila could go out.

"Brother, please have a good rest." Tequila bowed slightly and then exited the room.

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In an apartment near Katsuno Bar.

It was already 1:45 in the morning, but there was still light coming from the living room of this apartment.

In the living room, two men were standing and sitting.

The man standing was over forty years old, tall and with a serious face. The most eye-catching thing was that he was wearing a headset on his ear that seemed to be used for communication.

If the police officers from the Organized Crime Countermeasures Department were here, they would immediately recognize that the man standing there is Hiroaki Fujiwara, the head of the fourth organized crime section!

The person sitting there was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome face and a somewhat decadent temperament.

Compared with the serious-looking Fujiwara Hiroaki, the young man is much more relaxed.

He was leaning on the sofa in the living room with a leisurely expression, holding a dark gray British shorthair cat in his arms.

Under the gentle caress of its owner, Yingduan let out a lazy "meow~" sound.

What was on the coffee table in front of the young man was not black tea or coffee, but a pile of messy drawings.

These drawings are composed of a number of lines and geometric figures. Looking at the whole, they seem to be the internal structure of a certain building.

On this structural diagram, places such as "restaurant", "corridor", "weapon depot", "storage room" and "living area" are also marked with text.

Although the composition is not professional, the content is quite complete.

Neither of them spoke, the young man was minding his own business petting his cat, while Fujiwara Hiroaki still wore his headphones with a serious expression.

This silence has lasted for nearly half an hour.

"How about it, Police Fujiwara, haven't the people arrived yet?" The young man finally couldn't help but ask.

"Don't be anxious. Either you don't start such an action, or once you start, you have to make a big impact." Fujiwara Hiroaki said calmly.

"Then I wish you good luck!" The young man shrugged and smiled.

"Hmph! I hope the internal structure and personnel distribution of the underground base you gave is accurate." Fujiwara Hiroaki said coldly.

"Haha! This is not the first time we have cooperated. Don't you still trust me? I took a big risk and let Roy wear a pinhole camera and sneak in through the ventilation duct to get this information."

Meow!

Eitan in the young man's arms immediately called out to Fujiwara Hiroaki, with dissatisfaction in his voice.

Fujiwara Hiroaki looked at the British shorthair with a faint look, and said with a complicated expression: "I have always been curious, how did you train this cat? Such an ordinary British shorthair turned out to be a lurker that is not inferior to professional agents. Master?"

Fujiwara Hiroaki still remembers the heartfelt shock when he witnessed with his own eyes through a pinhole camera that the British shorthair successfully sneaked into the headquarters of the famous Japanese gangster, the Black Gambit Club, and took out the important evidence he needed. !

"No, Roy is not ordinary. He is very smart. He is so smart that I can't treat him as a pet at all. I would rather treat him as a friend."

Meow~

The British shorthair named Roy seemed to understand the young man's words. He squealed happily and gently rubbed the young man's chest.

The young man smiled slightly, patted Roy's little head, and then looked at Fujiwara Hiroaki with a look of dissatisfaction:

"When you contacted me before, you didn't say there were so many dangerous people there. I thought they were just ordinary gangsters!"

"If I had known this, why would you want to send me away for just 10 million? Let me tell you, the price should be at least doubled!"

"Okay Ryuzaki, I already reminded you that there are many militants here. You paid 10 million yourself, and now you want to regret it?" Fujiwara Hiroaki sneered.

"Hey! There is a difference between militants and militants!" the young man complained:

"If the gangs I investigated before were just petty thieves, then the organization behind the [Katsuno Bar] I'm investigating now is simply a Middle Eastern mercenary! The difference is not even the slightest!"

"Okay, okay, I know you have taken a lot of risks, so I will increase your remuneration to 20 million!" Fujiwara Hiroaki waved his hand impatiently.

Anyway, the money can be reimbursed, and Fujiwara Hiroaki doesn't mind adding more money.

Judging from the difficulty and level of detail in obtaining the information, this price is not excessive.

"Well, that's pretty much it!" Ryuzaki nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Fujiwara Hiroaki suddenly made a silence gesture.

Seeing this, Ryuzaki said nothing.

At the same time, a voice came from Fujiwara Hiroaki's headset.