[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

Dr. Agasa explained the general course of events, then said with a smile: "We are safe now. The robbers and the co-pilot who installed the bomb have been temporarily detained by the local police. It can be said that it has come to a successful conclusion. You don't have to worry."

Mouri Kogoro's mouth twitched: "Your trip is really exciting, but it's good that you are safe. It doesn't matter if you arrive here late. Anyway, there are still two days before the auction."

Mouri Kogoro and his friends came to the United States this time mainly because they received an invitation letter two days ago. Just when Mao Lilan and Conan were on vacation, he decided to go to the invitation to see the auction site and travel by the way.

I don't know why Conan, who didn't want to come at first, suddenly changed his mind and insisted on going with Dr. Agasa and not taking the same flight with them. Now, he encountered this kind of thing.

Mouri Kogoro didn't know that the reason why Conan regretted coming was because he happened to hear Amuro Toru asking for leave from Enomoto Azusa and saying that he had to go to the United States for something. His intuition told him that something big had happened.

Unfortunately, Amuro Toru not only didn't tell him anything, but also asked him not to get involved. As a result, Conan wanted to know the truth even more, and finally, he decided to come to the United States.

Amuro Toru greeted Maori Kogoro, and then asked: "Mr. Maori, are you going to the Emmy Auction too?"

After hanging up the phone, Maori Kogoro nodded and responded: "Well, are you going there too?"

"Yes." Amuro Toru said, "Isn't Conan here?"

"Ah, him, he and Dr. Agasa took the next flight together, because something happened, he will arrive tomorrow. Since we are all going to the Emmy Auction, why don't we go together?"

Amuro Toru thought about his mission. If he stayed with them, especially the sensitive kid, it would probably be more difficult, so he found an excuse to refuse.

Not far behind them, the pink-haired girl squinted her eyes and glanced over here, then slowly moved away and got on the black Toyota Highlander waiting here.

"This mission cannot afford to fail." Akai Shuichi opened his eyes, revealing dark green pupils, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "The Black Organization is determined to get the aging cell regeneration agent. We must stop them from getting the agent at all costs."

"This accidentally made agent is of great significance. In addition to them, many governments also want to get it. If it is just to stop the Black Organization, the task is not too difficult, but it is not easy for us to get it." Judy frowned, looking serious.

James nodded, and then said: "The above also considered the difficulty of this mission, so another order was issued. If it cannot be obtained, it will be destroyed."

Judy was a little confused: "This agent is so important, is it really going to be destroyed?"

"Some things should either be firmly in hand or not exist."

[Red side must win system: Mission 5: Aging Cell Regeneration Agent

Seize the finale auction item of the Amy Auction: Aging Cell Regeneration Agent

Clue: Amy Auction Underground Storage Warehouse No. 004

I Love Invention (Mechanic): Damn, there is indeed a main plot. I guess the red and black sides are focusing on this potion this time.

Prophet (Priest): I'm afraid it's more than that. The name of this potion tells you how valuable it is. There will be many "organizations" that want to get it.

I Love Invention (Mechanic): Then this Amy Auction is really awesome. It can actually keep this potion and prepare for auction.

Novel Creator (Novelist): Antique Dealer, this auction seems to be the one we are going to.

Antique Collector (Antique Dealer): Yes, maybe this is destiny.

American Tramp (Night Watchman): When are you going to get it? If there is anything you need my help with this mission, I will definitely do my best.

Popular Actress (Red Lady): I will also go to the scene this time, and hope to do my part.

Mysterious Man in the East (Umbrella): It's rare that the mission location is in the United States. Can those of us who have been waiting here to brush the gold finger finally come in handy?

Stray Cat Rescuer (Apostle): Just popping up, I suddenly found that most of the skills in the United States are "Supervisor".

Prophet (Priest): First notify the cheerleaders, Sawada You and Honda Shangui, and ask them to try to find useful information. My hole cannot be dug too far. I have to go to the United States tomorrow to explore the way. Before that, let's not mess around. Everyone should rest.

American Tramp (Night Watchman): I and Susan and others jointly built a base that belongs to us. Everyone can come and have a look when they are free.

Novel Creator (Novelist): Really? Can I come and have a look tomorrow morning?

American Tramp (Night Watchman): Of course, the [Location] password is 0311

Dog-Head Detective (Cowboy): I will go too!I Love Inventions (Mechanic): Aren't you with Maori Kogoro and the others? It's very rude to leave them behind and go somewhere else.

Dog-headed Detective (Cowboy): Okay, I'll go next time. 】

"Brother Kitagawa, what's wrong with you?" Maori Ran couldn't help asking when she saw Kitagawa Anshu's sad face.

"Nothing, I was just blinded by the wind and sand. Don't worry about it. Where are we going to play tomorrow?" As soon as Kitagawa Anshu finished speaking, Maori Kogoro couldn't help saying:

"Of course, we'll find a restaurant to eat and drink a lot. It's best to have a restaurant with more types of wine so that I can drink enough at one time!"

"Dad - since we're going to travel, we must give priority to scenic spots and so on. When we get back, we'll take more photos as souvenirs and show them to mom."

...

The next morning, the antique dealer and the novelist got up, washed, dressed up, and took a taxi out of the hotel. After about an hour and a half, the two finally arrived at their destination.

This is a six-story building in a remote corner of Washington. The building has a plain appearance without any unique decoration or eye-catching logo. The wall color is dark and slightly mottled after years of baptism. The ordinary windows are neatly arranged, nothing special.

The door leading to the building is closed, mysterious and majestic. The metal door panel reflects a cold light in the weak sunlight. The surrounding environment is quiet and deserted, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the password door.

The above is what the novelist thought of after seeing the building. In summary, it feels like an old building that can't be sold was bought and renovated, and then the door is a bit out of place.

"Let's go in first." The antique dealer walked over first, confirmed the position of the password input, and then stepped aside, and then signaled the novelist to open the door.

"Why don't you open the door?"

"The antique dealer is too slow to open the door."

Silence, then the novelist stepped forward and pressed the password. In just three seconds, the door opened automatically. "We are not acting, you won't be slow to open the door."

"I know, I'm just kidding for fun."

"Surprise!" Three people suddenly came out from behind the door. The outermost one was a thin man wearing a gray mask, animal ear hood, and stilts. A gust of wind blew from his direction towards the antique dealers, making their hair fly in the air.

Behind him was another man. He was tall and dressed in a white robe with delicate dark cloud patterns embroidered on it. He held a translucent soul-soothing umbrella with countless stars twinkling in it. He wore an official hat, his long hair stood up, his face was white, his eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were deep and sharp.

He said: "The door is open for you, and the soul under the umbrella welcomes guests."

The third person said immediately: "Nice to meet you, Bangbang."

He was wearing the gentleman's outfit popular in the Victorian era, a top hat and a morning coat. The hem of the morning coat was cut in a tucked-in style, and he was wearing a bow tie. In his hand, he was holding a baton with several nails stuck in it.

The antique dealer and the novelist were stunned in place, and then the antique dealer spoke first:

"What are you doing?"

The second novelist: "Okay, you didn't tell us that you were playing Cosplay! This makes us look stupid, damn it!"

"Oh my, this is to give you a surprise, don't you think, stay under the umbrella."

"I see your trip, it's already ooc!"

"Hahahaha, you want to make me laugh to death, okay, take us to see what it looks like now." The novelist laughed.

"Ahem, okay, come with us." The night watchman turned around and fell heavily to the ground after taking two steps: "It hurts, it hurts, I should have practiced in advance."

"Let me help you, so you don't fall again." Susan reached out to pull the night watchman who fell to the ground. The night watchman stood up with his help. Although he walked crookedly, he didn't fall again.

The five people walked into the corridor together. At the end was a staircase leading to the basement. Several people went downstairs. The walls on both sides were mottled, and the air seemed to exude a decayed smell. After a while, everyone saw four carnival chairs.

These four carnival chairs are all made of wood, with heavy iron chains on the armrests and backrests. The rocket-like things at the back are raised diagonally upwards, and there is an alarm clock at the top. The blood red color makes them look like bad things.

But for the few people who have played the fifth personality game, they think this carnival chair is very familiar. Although it is not a 1:1 restoration, it is good to be able to do it like this.

The layout of the basement is roughly the same as in the game, which shows the care of the designer.

"Awesome, this carnival chair is so well restored, and there are still many signs of wear and tear on it.It's like sending many people to heaven."

"Of course, I found the materials for this chair myself." The night watchman raised his head proudly, "I searched through several garbage dumps."

The novelist and antique dealer who wanted to sit on it and try it out silently gave up the idea: "Well, is there anything else besides the basement?"

"Go upstairs. "Susan said, and then walked in front to lead the way.

Opening a door on the second floor, it was very dark inside. Susan pressed the light switch, and then the dim light poured down from the top of the head, barely illuminating this space.

A black tablecloth was spread on the long table, and a few candles were placed in the middle of the table, which were not lit at this time. Except for the side where they were standing at this time, there were wooden chairs on the other three sides.

There seemed to be a strange door standing not far behind the long table, and behind it were three windows about three meters high. It was obviously dawn outside, but it looked gray from here. From time to time, there were black things shaped like hands on it, and they disappeared when I looked again after a while.

"It will be so exciting to sit here together in the future. "The night watchman is very satisfied with this place, after all, most of it was made by him, because he is the only one who has the idea of ​​restoring the scene and is not busy. The other classmates in the United States are basically busy with their own work and busy brushing the golden finger.

Speaking of his golden finger, in addition to the night watchman's super wind control ability, another one that matches his identity is the manual skill. Is this a reminder for him to make a fortune with this ability and get rid of his wandering identity?