[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

【Bounty Hunter (Mercenary): Forget it. Don't forget that you are Vodka's informant. If you take him on a mission, he will definitely be suspicious.

Man Codename Electric Eel (Prisoner): I have an idea. Let Jingguang and Vodka complete the mission together. Then Jingguang will definitely tell Amuro Toru about this, and they will be shocked by Vodka's betrayal.

Spiritual Counselor (First Officer): But after they are shocked, they will start conspiracy theories.

I Love Invention (Mechanic): I think it's fine as long as Vodka doesn't go on a mission alone. There's no need to find a specific partner for him.

Novel Creator (Novelist): Indeed, by the way, we have completed five missions in total. How about a five-shot lottery?

Man Codename Electric Eel (Prisoner): Let's save up ten shots. Maybe there will be a guarantee. 】

On a new day, the first thing the professor did when he got up was to sign in. After signing in, he casually glanced at what it was and went to wash up. As soon as he put his feet into his slippers, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The thing he signed in seemed to no longer be a shit-yellow token, but something else.

With excitement, he opened the channel in his mind to look at the sign-in page. There were already thirteen tokens. In addition, the originally empty part had an additional "Fool's Gold Identity Template":

After an unfortunate death, this template can be applied, and the gold finger, skills, identity and appearance are all refreshed. It cannot be given to others for use, and it cannot be deliberately died, otherwise the template will be invalid.

Oh my God, he is still the European Emperor. It turns out that he has not had any good luck before. It turns out that he is getting a big one.

Before crossing, he always bought another bottle of water, always got gold when drawing cards, and won either the first prize or the second prize in the lottery... Although he is not as good as Mao Lilan, he is also a little European Emperor.

He was in a very good mood and met Lucky on the way to the office. Lucky looked like he had lost all hope in life.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I was just called by my professor for a talk because I passed every test perfectly. He asked me if I was playing dumb. I said no, and he told me that he deliberately increased the difficulty of the last two tests, and I still passed, which means I was lying.

But I really didn't. Every time I took a test, I would only do the questions that would allow me to pass. I couldn't understand the others, and the professor advised me not to control the score for almost an hour.

Originally, I wanted to fail the test, but the system said that this would violate the rules and forced me to answer the questions seriously."

The professor thought thoughtfully: "Putting aside what the professor thinks of you, let's think about your golden finger, never failing a course, isn't this a concept god? If the content of the test is all changed to making a perpetual motion machine, solving mathematical conjectures, and deducing the future of mankind, my God, the effect is too explosive."

Lucky thought about it and it was true This is true, but: "This must not be exposed. I don't want to contribute to my daily life. Otherwise, I will apply to study in Huaxia? While helping the Huaxia of this world, I can also find a way to remember the questions they asked me to answer, so that I can make some contributions to our country after returning home."

Even though he is not the protagonist, the professor feels that his blood is boiling: "This is good. Although I heard from other students that they can't go to Huaxia for various reasons, I still have to try. If you succeed, send me some specialties."

"Yeah, okay."

"Oh, by the way, I have good news for you. I signed in a Fool's Gold identity template today."

The lucky guy was shocked: "Why are you still so lucky? I have become a 'lucky guy', but my luck is still average."

"I can only say that things are unpredictable. I'm leaving first. Bye." The professor returned to the office.

Because there was no class in the afternoon, he took a task, probably to find a way to get a document recording a criminal record.

Others who chose this task included Miura Kagemitsu, the fisherwoman, and the patient. The patient even deliberately wanted to "escape from prison" to complete the task. He was much more dedicated than him.

Psychiatric hospital, director's office,

The patient and the psychologist were playing cards. They lamented countless times why there was not one more person so that they could play Landlord.

"You are going to do the task in the afternoon. How are you going to get out? I think the protection here is quite good. Let me make it clear first, you can't get out from me, otherwise we can't play together in the future."

The psychologist had four white strips on her face, one on each side of her mouth and on her eyebrows. She felt like she was playing the role of an old grandfather with a celestial appearance.

There was almost no place to put the strips on the patient's face. All that could be seen was his somewhat world-weary eyes. Of course, the eyes did not represent the person. The psychologist could talk about his dark history all day long.

"Don't worry, I found several loopholes. If nothing unexpected happens, I shouldn't be out for long. If you can cover for me, cover for me."

HeartThe physicist nodded: "Well, OK. I remember you said before that we should play bad together, why do you suddenly accept the task now?"

The patient looked at her resentfully: "You have done it once, how can I fall behind."

"Ah? When did I do the task?"

"That time, you blew the whistle to pass blood to the novelist."

"Does this count?"

"Why not? Anyway, I don't care. I will do the task once you do it."

Time passed in a flash. The patient quickly finished lunch and went to the toilet. While there was no one, he used a hook to hook the iron railing of the ventilation duct, climbed up to stabilize his body, and then turned on the switch and climbed in.

Not long after, he climbed outside the mental hospital. Because the location was relatively remote, no one noticed him.

Miura Keimitsu was the first to arrive at the meeting place: a restaurant.

This restaurant doesn't seem to be anything special, but it's actually full of hidden dangers. Their mission target is here, or more precisely, in the basement.

He tried his best to act like an ordinary person waiting for someone to eat here. Many people at the front desk, the guests at the next table, and the people in the private room had problems.

"Sorry for the long wait. Let's eat something to fill our stomachs."

The visitor was a young woman in a blue and white dress. She was very beautiful and attracted the attention of at least half of the people around her. Her eyes were very clear, like a college student who had just entered society. It was hard to imagine that she was a code-named member of a mysterious organization.

Fisherwoman, does it have any special meaning?

"Okay."

The fisherwoman ordered two signature dishes. She had been on the road since she came out of the water and was very hungry.

Miura Keimitsu also ordered a dish:

"Do you like fish?"

"It's OK. This is the signature dish. I want to try it."

"It shouldn't taste bad. Many people order these two dishes."

"Yeah, I hope I can be surprised."

The two chatted awkwardly. Miura Keimitsu was because he had played cold men after joining the Black Organization before, and he rarely chatted with women alone before; the fisherwoman was hungry and nervous, nervous about being with a familiar but unfamiliar person.

Fortunately, the professor came:

"You came so early. I thought I would be the first to arrive, but I almost arrived last."

"I don't know where he is."

The patient who was being talked about was buying clothes under the strange eyes of the owner of the clothing store. It seemed that the owner was about to call the police.

"I'm not mentally ill. I dress like this to cosplay a certain character."

The owner didn't watch much anime and thought he was telling the truth, so his attitude became kind, and the patient successfully changed into normal clothes.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the other three were eating. The food looked delicious. The patient who was tired of the food in the hospital was very hungry. Although he had already eaten lunch, it was normal to be hungry after walking all the way. He smoothly blended into the army of people eating.

Ten minutes later, several people slowed down and prepared to talk about the mission.

A voice that was very familiar to Conan fans came from the door:

"Really, there is no hot spring nearby. I walked so far in vain. I'm starving." Maori Kogoro pushed the door open and came in. Behind him were Maori Ran, Conan and Kitagawa Kyoshu.

"In the future, we should figure it out in advance before leaving, otherwise it will be like today." Maori Ran wiped the sweat from her forehead, and Conan and Kitagawa Kyoshu walked side by side.

Coincidentally, there was only one table left in the restaurant, right next to the fisherwoman and the others. Kitagawa Kyoshu was a little surprised to see them, and soon realized that he was doing a mission, so he looked away as if nothing had happened.

Conan and the others recognized Miura Kagemitsu, and when he nodded to them, they also nodded and greeted him.

Seeing the beautiful fisherwoman, Maori Kogoro hurriedly sat in the seat closest to her. Maori Ran clenched her fists, and Maori Kogoro wisely changed his seat.

The four of them sat down, and the fisherwoman, the professor, and the patient all felt a jolt in their hearts: a murder was about to happen, and they didn't know if it would affect the mission.

After struggling for a few seconds, the fisherwoman sent a message in her brain channel asking everyone to take action now, otherwise when the police came, they would not only not find a chance to take action, but the files might also be moved.

"I'm going to the toilet, you continue to eat." The fisherwoman got up and left. Miura Keimitsu knew that this meant the action had begun. Sure enough, the patient also used this excuse to leave.

The two came to the secret door in front of the toilet, pressed the switch, and a wall moved away, revealing the passage inside. After the two entered, the wall closed automatically.

There was only dim light in the passage, barely illuminating the road ahead. After going down the stairs, they saw the locked room at the end.

The lock is a traditional lock, which is easier to pry than other types of locks, but they don't know how to pry.

It's a pity that the priest's cave gave a more difficult and urgent task, otherwise this task could be completed in minutes.

The two stood in front of the door staring at each other, and the patient spread his hands. His only way to deal with this was to break the door. The fisherwoman made up her mind, took out the harpoon and aimed it at the lock. Good news, the door opened, bad news, it seemed that some device was triggered, and the red light above the door flashed twice.

Regardless of the consequences, they hurried to go in and find something. The file was on the bookshelf. The fisherwoman stuffed it into her skirt and signaled the patient to retreat.

After returning to the toilet smoothly, the two breathed a sigh of relief. Intuition told them that this matter was not over yet. It was about time, so they went to their own seats.

The atmosphere changed. Some guys looked at their table almost blatantly. Maori and his group also felt something was wrong. They stopped eating, either worried or vigilant.

Miura Kagemitsu's body was tense. The professor put scales on himself, the fisherwoman released water vapor, and the patient reviewed the videos of mental illness that he had watched in the past.