[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

Miura Keimitsu told Amuro Toru not to worry: "The organization is preparing a new identity for me. I was thinking of going to find you and tell you later. Now that you've come to me, I'll tell you straight away."

"The organization arranged for me to fake my death this afternoon. The new identity is not yet certain. I'll contact you then."

Amuro Toru was relieved: "That's good. What was your mission yesterday?"

"It was to retrieve a certain document in the basement of that restaurant. The content of the document was probably some criminal transaction records of the organization. What surprised me was the other code members, such as the patient. He seemed to have a mental illness and had an attack when others were about to attack him. The other two members looked normal."

"And the fisherwoman, her means of attack was to throw a harpoon, which was surprisingly effective. The professor should have worn protective equipment, so he would be fine even if he was crushed under the car, but the protection was limited, and he still died."

Speaking of the professor Professor, Miura Keimitsu said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, he saved my life. If he hadn't pushed me away, he might have had a chance to survive."

Amuro Toru didn't expect this to happen. He was afraid and grateful to the professor at the same time: "When there is time, I will go to his grave with you. Now that things have come to this, we can't change it. Does he have any family? If so, we can do our best to help."

"No, he is two years younger than us, his parents are dead, and he is unmarried and childless."

Amuro Toru was silent, and didn't know what to say for a while, and only spit out a dry sentence: "Does he have anything he likes or any unfulfilled wishes?"

"According to other members of the organization, he has always wanted to taste the mint fried pork ribs, and his wish is to destroy the Black Organization."

The two looked at each other and made up their minds to make this dish well and destroy the Black Organization as soon as possible.

In the top-floor office of a company, Fool Gold leaned on a comfortable sofa with his legs crossed. His current identity is the chairman of the mining industry. It's so nice to have a lot of money every day just by looking at the report.

【Chairman of the Mining Industry (Fool's Gold): Fortunately, I am not a miner of the game "Fool's Gold", otherwise I would really cry to death, the goddess of luck favors me, Amen.

Wilderness Survival Player (Savage): I would really be jealous, ah ah ah ah, why! The contrast is too tragic.

American Tramp (Night Watchman): Guess why I don't laugh, even if I go clubbing every night, I can't heal my wounded heart. Every time I see you, I feel that God owes me more and more.

Rice Flower Worker (Jack): Someone who has never drawn treasures: Hurry up, tell me the secret of your good luck!

Chairman of the Mining Industry (Fool's Gold): In fact, although I have gained good luck, what I have lost is beyond your imagination.

Novel Creator (Novelist): You have never mentioned your family situation to us. Could it be that! You have a broken family with an alcoholic father, a gambling mother, and a super handsome brother? [Random guess]

Rice Flower Worker (Jack): Tears in my eyes [crying]

Chairman of the Mining Industry (Fool's Gold): No, how could you believe such an outrageous guess? ! Was I dressed too low-key before? My family is not bad, although my monthly pocket money is not much, it is at least hundreds of thousands.

Rice Flower Worker (Jack): But I remember that the clothes you wore for a week were all torn and the shoes were also dirty.

Chairman of the Mining Industry (Fool's Gold): That's design! Design! The back-leaking T-shirts and beggar shoes of the Bali family are deliberately designed like that! I was wondering why you suddenly invited me to eat this and that, it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Rice Flower Worker (Jack): Huh? [Grayed] Leaving the tears of poverty, I don't understand the world of the rich, I'm leaving [forcing a smile]

Chairman of the Mining Industry (Fool's Gold): I'll give you a car when I go back, just as a return gift for treating me to those snacks, you are my good friend and brother. [Pat Jack on the shoulder]

American tramp (night watchman): So what did you lose?

Mining chairman (Fool's Gold): I lost poverty, troubles, misfortune, pain, inferiority, confusion... In short, I lost a lot [Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle] [Melancholy]

Wilderness survival contestant (savage): I'm going to drag him out and kill him! 】

Fool's Gold trembled. His classmates were too cruel and scared his weak heart.

He came to the French window and looked at the miniature of the city. He was filled with sorrow. His classmates didn't understand that he had been carrying too much when he was very young.

Carrying too much happiness, there is a poem that fits his current state: I force myself to be sad in order to write new words.

"Ahahaha, this is the feeling! If I hadn't been born, Fool's Gold, Tokyo would have been like a long night forever. Just watch me go go go!"

Miura Kagemitsu faked his death as planned and came to his new residence. The little girl and the mercenary were already waiting there.He.

"This is the scale that the professor asked us to give you. Wearing it can help you resist most attacks. He asked us to tell you that he will live in another way. Don't think that he is in danger to save you."

The mercenary held a small scale in his hand. It was hard to imagine that its effect was so strong.

Miura Jingguang took it solemnly. It was very light, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds in his heart. The professor will always live in his heart. He will witness the demise of the organization with the professor's wishes.

"I know." He knew that the professor said this because he didn't want him to blame himself. He was really a good person. No wonder he was popular in school. The eyes of the masses were sharp.

"Now I will change your appearance. You take off the disguise on your face."

When the little girl said this, Miura Jingguang was shocked. Such a young child can change his appearance?

Many questions popped up in his mind uncontrollably:

Is the organization exploiting children? Are there many children undergoing inhuman training in places he can't see? Many of these code members now look ‘immature’. Is it because they grew up in the organization and rarely come into contact with the outside world…

If so, then this organization is definitely not a good thing.

Miura Kagemitsu made a puzzled expression: “What? Disguise?”

The organization doesn’t know that he has recovered his memory yet, so he has to keep it a secret.

The little girl thought that his acting skills were pretty good, and said calmly:

“Yes, your current appearance is disguised. Now pull it off. Remember to use force, it is very strong.”

“Okay.” Miura Kagemitsu pulled his face hard, and the disguise material was torn off, but his face was also red.

The mercenary looked at them from time to time, and then touched his face: How about I let the little girl help me with a disguise? New face, new atmosphere, maybe the mood will get better.

“Little girl, please change my face later.”

Miura Kagemitsu’s ears moved. Another code member? She is still so young.

"Why?"

The mercenary made up a story: "I accidentally offended an enemy during the last bounty mission and was afraid of being retaliated."

He didn't know that someone really wanted to retaliate against him, but they couldn't find him because he changed his appearance, so they gave up.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll help you after I've dealt with him."

"You're so nice, thank you."

In order not to waste time, the mercenary told Miura Keimitsu about his future identity while they were changing their appearance:

"From now on, you will be called Yusuke Moribushi. Both your parents are dead, you have no brothers or sisters, no relatives, you dropped out of school in junior high school, and worked in various places. With years of frugality, you bought a cheap house in Beihua Town, which is here..."

As soon as the surname Moribushi was pronounced, Moribushi Keimitsu was sure that the organization had known his true identity for a long time, and his hands hanging by his side unconsciously clenched.

"That's all for now. I've sent them to your phone. If you forget, check them out."

"Okay."

At the Maori Detective Agency a few blocks away,

Conan got up after a nap and went to wash his face sleepily, and then heard Maori Kogoro and Maori Ran lamenting about death.

He listened carefully for a few more sentences:

"Mr. Miura died just like that. He was fine yesterday, but now... it's so sudden."

"Yeah, death is like this. It often catches us off guard. It's a pity that we won't be able to eat his cooking in the future."

Conan woke up in an instant:

"Uncle, Xiaolan, who did you say died?"

"It's the chef named Miura Kagemitsu. He died in a car accident an hour ago." Maori Ran said regretfully.

"He's dead?!" Conan couldn't believe it. Although he had only met Miura Kagemitsu a few times, the feeling he gave him was very similar to Mr. Amuro, the feeling that he was not easy to die.

Especially since he is a member of the fifth personality, how could he die in a car accident?

"Yes, he is indeed dead, and his death is very tragic. It is said that his whole body was burned beyond recognition because of the car explosion."

'Beyond recognition', there is a certain possibility that he is faking his death. Conan thought, but whether it is real death or fake death, he can't get any information from Miura Keimitsu. I hope he is faking his death. He doesn't feel like a bad guy.

Conan changed his clothes and prepared to go out:

"Uncle, Xiaolan sister, I'm going out first and will be back before dinner."

"Okay, you go, be careful." Maori Ran waved goodbye to him.

Maori Kogoro: "What an energetic kid."

Conan went downstairs. The purpose of his trip was to find Amuro Toru. Of course, he was not talking about Kitagawa Apricot Tree, but Muse. He wanted to use the power of Amuro Toru Public Security to find out who she was.

ThisAt this time, there were no customers in the Poirot Cafe. Toru Amuro was cleaning the shop. Azusa Enomoto happened to be out buying groceries. It was a good time to talk.

"Mr. Amuro, I have something to tell you." Conan looked serious. Toru Amuro put down the broom in his hand and sat on a seat. Conan sat opposite.

"There is a novel author whose pen name is Muse. You can search for her book "Sad Love and Black Hot Girl". The content inside will definitely surprise you."

Toru Amuro looked complicated: "In fact, I was already shocked by the title of the book. However, the pen name is Muse. I will check it out right away."

It was also a coincidence. When Toru Amuro searched for the Muse mark before, he found nothing. A few days later, the popularity of the novel written by the novelist accumulated to a degree, and then it became a little popular. That post was searched by Conan.

Conan observed Toru Amuro's expression with hidden expectations.