The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

When a familiar voice came from the other side of the empty room, Binga's eyebrows first wrinkled slightly, and then his pupils were startled.

The slender woman standing in front of him was his old enemy on the road to rise, and also Rum's confidant-Curacao.

"Curacao!"

"Why are you here..."

Before Curacao could explain, Binga's voice fell naturally.

He was not a fool, and naturally knew what it meant for an organization's cadres to move around in the enemy's base camp without restraint.

"Curacao! You are a traitor to the organization!"

"Rum will not spare you!"

"Wait for death! Haha!"

Knowing that his former competitor was now standing on the opposite side of him, and his position was still inferior, Binga was not afraid, and his arrogant laughter echoed in the confinement room.

In response, Curacao did not get angry, but walked in front of Binga indifferently, looking down at the latter, as if looking at a poor person.

At this time, Binga also noticed that in the dim halo, one of Curacao's eyes was covered with a dark eye patch, and it was her special right eye.

It was the super memory of this eye that prevented him from making further progress in the organization for so many years.

At least Binga himself thought so.

"Your eye..." Binga asked with a hint of doubt.

"It's gone. It was taken away by Rum."

Curacao's answer was emotionless, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But when this answer reached Binga's ears, it aroused his gloating ridicule.

"You deserve it! Bitch!"

"I knew you would end up like this! Otherwise, why would Rum choose you as his confidant?"

"Abandoned! Hahaha!"

Binga laughed unscrupulously, as if he didn't care about his situation at all.

Curacao, who was ridiculed, remained calm and asked, "What about you?"

"Since you are not a pawn, why did you still lurk in this base when Gin launched the torpedo?"

"When Gin launched the torpedo, I was in the control room of the submarine, and he had no intention of notifying you..."

Being asked by Curacao, Binga's expression instantly froze in a very wonderful moment.

It's not that he hadn't thought about this matter. At that time, he thought about escaping back to the submarine and then looking for Gin to settle the score.

As a result, Akai Tsutomu showed up halfway, causing the escape plan to become an illusion and was imprisoned here.

Now that Curacao mentioned it again, it also aroused Binga's thinking.

Yes, why did Gin order the submarine to attack when he was still in the Pacific buoy?

Is it Gin's dictatorship?

But he is ultimately Rum's man. No matter how high Gin's status is, he has no power to bypass Rum and directly decide his life and death.

Or is this Rum's instruction?

Thinking of this, Binga's forehead and temples broke out into a few drops of cold sweat, and the muscles on his face twitched a little.

Curacao decisively sent a finishing blow at this time, "Yes, Rum also regarded you as a discarded pawn."

"Even a small character who can be completely abandoned without hesitation..."

"Impossible!"

Before Curacao finished speaking, Binga roared like a beast.

"Nothing is impossible, this is the real you in Rum's eyes..."

Curacao looked down at Binga, who was handcuffed to the chair, with a cold face without any extra emotions.

As a spy carefully trained by the organization, he even mastered a certain degree of disguise and voice changing. Binga's ability to read people's expressions naturally reached its peak.

Even he could not catch the slightest trace of lying from Curacao's face.

Curacao was like a ruthless robot, stating an indisputable fact.

"This is what Rum really thinks of you, a chess piece that can be discarded at any time..."

"Although I know that you have always regarded me as a competitor, as well as Gin, and all the cadres of the organization who are higher than you in status over the years, have you ever thought about whether your value has been truly recognized?"

"After all, you are just a pitiful little character..."

A trace of just the right amount of sadness and pity suddenly flashed in Curacao's eyes.

"Stop talking!"

Binga suddenly roared and violently interrupted Curacao again.

Now his head is swelling up and down, as if some stubborn idea is expanding in his mind and is about to explode.

Binga is an ambitious cadre of the organization who is extremely eager for power.

In Binga's eyes, only by constantly rising in the organization can he satisfy his desires, and it is also the basis of all his actions.

Although this path to rise is not bright and upright, even if he steps on the corpses of his companions, he will not hesitate.

But this is at least a determination to move forward in Binga's heart.

But now, Curacao has broken this lie, proving that this path to rise is a lie from beginning to end.

No matter how hard he tried to prove his value to the organization, no matter how many despicable means he used, he could not change the fact that he was a "disposable prop".

Even Gin, who he disliked the most, was ultimately controlling his fate.

"Why!"

"Rum! Boss!"

"Why do you do this!"

Binga howled to the sky, his grief, anger and other emotions erupting like a volcano.

At this point, he no longer expected the organization to send someone to rescue him.

After all, who would pick up a used disposable paper cup from the trash can?

…

With the disillusionment of the invisible "big pie" of the organization's status, Binga began to confess.

Compared with Vermouth, Binga's obsession is more obvious and it is much easier to break through.

In other words, the stronger the obsession with money and power in a person's heart, the more it is a person's weakness.

Of course, this does not mean that Binga can abandon the dark and turn to the light and wash his hands from then on.

The reason why he chose to confess everything was simply that he didn't want to make Rum, who regarded him as an abandoned child, and Gin, who was above him and even controlled his fate, feel good.

Qin Zhibo could still distinguish this point clearly.

Since the two were once Rum's subordinates, most of the information Binga confessed was also known by Curacao.

The only difference in the information they had was that they performed different tasks.

Binga was assigned to infiltrate the police organization as "Grace" and became one of the engineers of the Pacific Buoy.

Prior to this, Binga had approached Naomi Argent, the developer of the "cross-age recognition system", in another capacity, and wanted to buy the system, but was rejected by Naomi.

A few days ago, Binga received an order from Rum to delete the surveillance footage of some people from the system of the Japanese monitoring center.