The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

"Big brother, won't you take me with you in your next move? I'm very sad."

"It's bad luck that the winery knows about your relationship with me. That cocktail bar is the winery's property, and your big dog might be a code member."

"Speaking of this, the bug I put with him heard him threatening Mr. Amuro about half an hour ago, telling him to stay away from a man called Itakura Taku."

"What? Didn't Gin transfer that task to me? Is that guy still doing it?"

"About forty minutes ago, he received another call, and he called the other party Vodka."

"Interesting..."

Hinako narrowed his eyes slightly: "He made this call at such a critical moment. Depending on the time period, it might be related to Shirley... Could it be that the software developed by Itakura Taku is related to drug research and development?

I hope to give you a task."

Chapter 202 Xiaolan's shameful role-playing, mild

Seven o'clock in the evening

Maori Detective Agency, surrounded by the roofs of single-family houses, the protrusion of the attic formed a shadow, Yingsheng quietly crouched in it, watching Xiaolan's figure in the gap between the curtains not far away through the scope.

It didn't take long for Xiaolan to suddenly notice something and walked to the window and closed the curtains completely.

Yingsheng continued to stay in the same place for a while, until Xiaolan's question came from the headset, he moved back silently, like a venomous snake.

Changing to another position, Yingsheng removed the scope and turned to observe other observation positions that he thought were quite good.

After changing three positions in a row, the alarm device set up before did not give any reminder, so Yingsheng responded:

"The white Santana at the corner of the street, Xiaolan, walk close to the left wall and keep an eye on the right window."

"Understood."

After a while, Yingsheng also got into the driver's seat of the Santana and looked in the rearview mirror. Xiaolan, who had been buried under the seat, looked up. Like Yingsheng, she was also wearing a black fitted sportswear, made of cotton, which made no sound when moving, and a hood on her head.

Xiaolan picked up the mask at hand and shook it at Yingsheng. It was a blue and white painted and quite delicate mask of the Queen of Venice.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Of course, this thing can only fool NPCs who are not clear about our existence. Suspicious people can guess it by looking at our body shape and hairstyle. The mask is not that important."

Yingsheng started the car, also slowed down at first, and then accelerated after leaving this street.

"Eh?"

Xiao Lan touched her hairstyle, the super recognizable Angle, and hesitated for two seconds:

"Should I change my hairstyle?"

"No need. If you get to the point of close combat, you don't want your identity to be exposed, and the opponent will only die. By the way, try to speak to me in another voice."

"Ahem..."

Xiao Lan cleared her throat and said hoarsely: "Tianshu, I will do my best, but I hope it is best not to have to kill you."

"I will try my best, Alice, but your voice disguise is really not very good. Anyone who hears it will know that you are a girl. Just like the mask, it can only fool strangers and NPCs, and will be exposed immediately when facing familiar people."

"Oh, but you are the same."

"Yes, I don't have the skill of voice change, which is really distressing."

In Yingsheng's previous life, voice change and disguise can be done only with data. His citizen level is very high, and he has Xuantian behind him. Even if he needs to change his appearance when performing a mission, he never needs to use the primitive means of natural humans.

In fact, he didn't have biological organs like Adam's apple and trachea to change his voice at that time.

"It still depends on technology." Yingsheng said.

He had actually found a lot of voice changers on the Internet, but most of them were for female voices, and they couldn't be adjusted in real time or quickly clone other people's voices. They weren't even miniaturized, which was quite inconvenient.

"I feel that for professionals, this shouldn't be too difficult, but I really can't find one for the time being. Does Xiaolan know anyone?"

"Professionals... scientists..."

Xiaolan only thought for two seconds, and immediately her eyes lit up: "Shinichi's neighbor Dr. Agasa is a very powerful inventor. Well... Although he always makes some explosions and looks unreliable, my mother quite recognizes his professionalism as a scientist."

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Making an explosion is nothing. Isn't the Nobel Prize the Explosives Award? And exploring in a known direction won't cause so many accidents. You said he always makes explosions. If he wasn't sloppy to a certain extent, then He is very innovative in research and development. "

Xiao Lan thought: "When I was a kid, when I went to his house to play, he did introduce some very strange things, um... very imaginative."

"For example?"

"For example, the bamboo dragonfly in Doraemon, although it can't carry people, it can carry the model of Kamen Rider, but the direction control is very problematic, and it finally hit the electric fan. There is also a remote control football, which can be controlled by the handle. He originally wanted to give it to Shinichi, but it was despised. "

"Hmm..."

Hina shook his head and said: "If it's just this level, it's not clear.

The first key point is energy endurance, but you said it hit the electric fan, which cannot be verified;

The second key point is orientation recognition. A football is a rolling sphere. It does not have clear front, back, left, and right like a remote control aircraft. Considering that the operator will also run around on the football field, it is necessary to achieve this kind of real-time with an ultra-high refresh rate. For spatial orientation recognition, Dr. Ali can actually build a radar, but it is a pity that you have not used it and cannot verify it.

And in addition to this, there is another question. He will give footballs to Kudo. Is the relationship between them good? "

Xiaolan nodded: "Of course, they are neighbors. Xinyi often goes to his place. I live a little far away, and I am not very interested in them. Except with Xinyi, I rarely go there alone."

"In this case, will he make things for anonymous people?" Yingsheng asked. "After all, it would be too suspicious for a detective like Kudo to know that we have a voice changer."

"Sorry, I'm not very clear about this."

"It's normal, Frankenstein. Except for those who are very curious and familiar with him, most people will probably keep a polite distance. I will find someone to visit him tomorrow. If there is a voice changer, many things will be much easier."

"……Feel sorry."

"I told you it's nothing..."

Dong Dong Dong——!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door from the speaker of Yingsheng's cell phone placed on the passenger seat. He immediately pulled over and handed the cell phone to Xiaolan:

"Now it's my turn to apologize to you. Remember what I told you before? Your breathing should be a little more rapid, but don't be too deliberate."

A blush immediately appeared on Xiaolan's cheeks. She nodded and took the phone. After another louder knock on the door came from the other side, she pressed the phone:

"who?!"

"Sorry to bother you, I have something very important to entrust to Mr. Mori."

The man's voice sounded rather embarrassed.

"Sorry, my father is injured and hospitalized. He will not be able to accept commissions for the next month. Please find another firm."

"Well, what's going on over there? Your breathing is a little short."

Xiaolan covered the phone, took two deep breaths, stopped her deliberately disguised rapid breathing, and let go of the phone:

"It's nothing. If you don't know who to entrust, I recommend Amuro Detective Agency. They work very efficiently there."

"Is it really nothing?"

"Thank you for your concern. If your request is troublesome, do you need my help to call the police?"

"Uh... no, sorry for bothering you."

The conversation ends.

On the surface, everything is calm.

Chapter 203 Xiaolan’s natural and excellent acting skills

"Does this really work? What if they sneak in secretly?"

Xiaolan turned off the microphone, the blush on her face was still there, but she had already returned to business and asked nervously.

Yingsheng chuckled: "They will guess where I am. How do you think I would react if I bumped into a thief who broke into an empty door when I was doing that kind of thing with you?"

"Um...will he die?"

"Of course not in front of you, but other times, who knows. And they are just suspicious of me now, there is no need to make the relationship so tense."

Xiaolan is still a little worried: "They can find other people to be thieves. Anyway, if you are really just an outsider, you will not investigate in depth when you encounter a thief. Once you investigate, it will mean there is a problem."

"That's right, so I also left an automatic stunning device there. If someone really enters the third floor, he will faint immediately and then be thrown from the window to the street."

"Eh? Is there such a device? When did you install it?"

Yingsheng laughed: "What do you think? In short, when that happens, remember to open the free question box and ask 'what happened'. I will reply to you 'nothing, just a cockroach'. After a while, there will probably be some answers." The call came, guess whose it is?”

Xiaolan thought for two seconds: "It's still Miss Aangda."

Only about five minutes passed. Sure enough, there was a faint sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from the Maori Detective Agency. Xiaolan and Yingsheng said their lines and continued to drive on the road. After another five minutes, Yingsheng took the The cell phone rings.

In order to avoid noise that was inconsistent with the Maori Detective Agency, Yingsheng drove into a quiet alley and waited until the phone rang for the second time before answering.

"Hey, Miss Aida, what's the matter?"

Yingsheng's tone was calm, no different from usual.

"Mr. Mori called me again and said..."

"If it's just such a small matter, can't he solve it by himself? Can't you solve it by yourself? Miss Aida, you are Mr. Mori's doctor, not a nanny. He is also an adult, not a baby, OK?"

Yingsheng interrupted with a cold tone.

There was no response from the other party on the phone, so he sighed softly: "Sorry, do you have anything else to do?"

Didi - beep! !

There was a honking sound of a passing car coming from the other end of the phone. Yingsheng had already expected it, so he turned the speaker of the other phone to the maximum and held it slightly closer.

After waiting for two seconds, Masato Aida hesitantly said: "It's not about dinner, it's about a document at the hospital that requires a guardian's signature. Can you trouble Miss Lan to go there?"

"Aren't you his guardian? Didn't you sign an agreement with the police?"

"I'm still in the institute and can't leave."

"Is it still there? Is it still the bombing case? Miss Aida, you won't accidentally get into any trouble, right?"

"Mr. Kurosawa said it was just for safety reasons, nothing happened, but I can't leave until later."

"Oh, have you eaten?"

"Uh... I have eaten, Mr. Mori..."

"What document must be signed immediately? Let's talk about it tomorrow. Xiaolan is not free now. Just like that... what? Tsk." Yingsheng handed the phone to Xiaolan, "Ms. Aida, to prevent you from calling Xiaolan again, she has something to say to you."

Xiaolan took the phone: "Sorry, Ms. Aida, I can't leave now. Let's talk about my father tomorrow."

She also followed Yingsheng's instructions and deliberately suppressed her tone to a calm state.

But the implied meaning of these words was too shameful, and her voice was still inexplicably lacking in confidence.

Yingsheng silently gave her a thumbs up. This acting is really first-class.

"Ms. Aida, I have something to ask you." Yingsheng took back the phone. "You didn't take the initiative to call me the past two days. Today's situation is a little abnormal."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. Yingsheng paused for two seconds and lowered his voice and whispered:

"Did they embarrass you?"

"No, I'm just... a little nervous."

"Something's wrong. You're not on speakerphone, are you? Someone is watching you? Sir, are you there? Can I help with the bombing investigation?"

"Mr. Shuiyue, you think too much. There's really no one here. It's just... Alas, you know, they actually illegally carry guns. I'm really a little scared."

"Is that so? Sorry, I will give you mental compensation. In addition, don't call me again, OK?"

"Okay."

The phone was hung up.

In the Aoyama Pharmaceutical Research Institute, in the reception room that looked like a private cinema, Masayo Aida looked at the phone on the coffee table and ended the call and returned to the homepage. He didn't touch it, but just sat up straight with his slightly forward body, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man on the sofa on the other side.

He was muscular, wearing a black suit and black hat, and wearing sunglasses late at night, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the sofa.

Based on the most basic judgment of a psychological counselor, Masayo Aida felt that the man who called himself Kurosawa was now somewhat uneasy.

"Call again." Vodka said.

"Okay."