Conan's Kingsman

Hoshino Kaede's words fell into Conan's ears, making him tremble. "The organization is infiltrating CIA?"

"What's weird about this?" Hoshino Kaede smiled slightly, "The FBI and the like are allowed to place undercover agents in the organization, but the organization is not allowed to reverse infiltration?" When he said this, his expression did not change at all.

It's like talking about a trivial matter. "Although I have always looked down upon this organization, it does not mean that I do not regard it as a threatening enemy."

"If CIA is really infiltrated by the organization, doesn't it mean that the FBI or ICA Foundation have a chance of being sneaked in?" Conan asked. "Of course, this is normal." Hoshino Kaede nodded, "

Have you read the comics? How was S.H.I.E.L.D. gradually eroded by Hydra? Then CIA, FBI, including the Foundation, may be eroded by the same means."

"It's unimaginable. Didn't you carefully select talents when you selected them?" Although Conan had thought about similar problems before, he had never thought about this situation, which in his opinion had almost zero chance. In Hoshino Kaede,

What you say can become reality.

"Yes, careful selection, but it's useless." Hoshino Kaede said lightly, "Generally speaking, no matter which intelligence organization it is, it will have its own youth training camp and the like, and these members have high hopes.

They almost form the core part of an intelligence agency. However, the number of these people can be described as insignificant compared to the people selected from various channels."

"And what if an excellent policeman or soldier has nails planted by other organizations from the very beginning?" Hoshino Kaede said lightly, "Cast a wide net to catch more fish. Anyway, there are a lot of nails.

As long as one reaches the top of the target organization, the benefits will be endless."

"What about those who failed?" Conan's face turned pale. He expected Hoshino Kaede to give him an ideal answer, but Hoshino Kaede shook his head and completely shattered his illusions. "Losers? You ask.

When you asked this question, you should have the answer in your mind, right?" Hoshino Kaede said, "Don't hesitate, the cruelest answer is the correct answer."

"What are you two talking about?" Xiaolan came over, leaned down and asked with a smile. She may have noticed that Conan's face was a little pale, so she focused her attention on Conan. "Ah, it's okay.

It's just that Conan asked me to tell him a ghost story, and he was scared." Hoshino Kaede rolled his eyes and opened his mouth as an excuse. "Hey, I didn't expect Conan to be so timid?"

"Eh hehehehehehe." Conan scratched his head and didn't know what to say. He could only follow Hoshino Kaede's excuse and go down the steps and giggle twice. Hoshino Kaede didn't say much when he saw this, and waited for Conan himself.

Think about this matter. Some words can only be understood by yourself. No matter what others say, it will be difficult to have an effect, especially this kind of issue that challenges the world view.

"Hey, I found it." My friend Yingyou took out a small book that was slightly yellowed, "My friend Yingyou, my blood type is O." He also showed the parent-child manual to Xiaolan to confirm that he had type O blood.

"That's true. Then we need to determine whether this guy's sister has given him a blood transfusion." Although Conan was startled, he quickly recovered and began to think about how to deal with the next matter.

After seeing this scene, Hoshino Kaede nodded and showed a smile. He was just waiting for Black Blade to send him a message, and other things were not worth worrying about.

At this moment, the car accident that happened two years ago and the murder of Master Touto in this family a year ago aroused his interest. The first traffic accident had a great impact on him.

It is not very attractive, but the murder case that happened on the same day later is very debatable. After all, on such a memorable day, a murder case occurred, and the deceased was related to the deceased in the previous traffic accident. If

If the two things are not connected, how low is the probability?

Conan's thoughts are more upright. He knows that Uncle Mouri has come to investigate the case. Since he knows the situation, he must help the uncle. This is different from Hoshino Kaede who just takes this case.

There is a big gap in the mentality of doing things to pass the time. Although both of them want to solve the case, Conan's reasons always sound much more comfortable.

"Now, now that our things are done, how about we go see what Uncle Maori is doing?" Seeing everyone starting to chat, Conan started to make excuses. "Well, that's okay, maybe dad needs us.

Xiaolan said with a smile, "And it's starting to rain outside now. If I want to go back, I have to wait until my father has finished the work before I can go back."

Hoshino Kaede is naturally good-natured, and he usually doesn't come out to speak out against such things. Most of the time when he needs an excuse, Conan is more anxious than him. So he just needs to wait for Conan-kun to jump out.

Conan naturally ran very fast after getting Xiaolan's approval, and his curiosity about the case had expanded beyond control. Hoshino Kaede followed Xiaolan and Hondo Eiyu like a child, listening to their chat and observing.

He looked at the furnishings and layout of the house. But not long after, Hoshino Kaede saw Conan-kun standing at the door of the study and saying something decisively, while the owner of the house, the old man named Kakuzo, turned pale and his forehead was still there.

Sweating.

"Hmph, you little brat, why are you here?" Uncle Maori was disturbed by Conan while working. Naturally, he felt very unhappy and walked to the door and asked. "Because our business has been finished," Xiaolan said.

"Now that the matter is done, just take a taxi back and don't run around here." Uncle Maori glared at Conan and gave him a gentle push on the forehead. But this action triggered a chain reaction.

The vase on the cabinet next to the door began to fall uncontrollably. "Ahhhhhhh!" The old man reacted hugely, his mouth wide open and his pupils constricted. His expression was so distorted that he looked like he was about to lose something important.

Fortunately, our hall Yingyou reacted quickly and quickly held the vase, then placed it carefully, and then turned to say hello to the old man.