Conan turned on the tracking mode of his glasses, and the red dots on the glasses moved very quickly. The other party had already gotten in the car, so he would definitely not be able to catch up with him with his legs.

Conan called Xiaolan, made up a reason to get out, and waited for Dr. Agasa to drive to arrive.

Before getting on the bus, Conan saw Haibara already inside.

Conan threw his eye knife at the doctor directly, didn’t he say not to let her know!

The doctor awkwardly, he had no choice.

Conan sat in the back seat helplessly. He had no choice but to do anything about it.

Haibara raised his eyelids and looked at him, "So, Detective, what have you gotten into this time?"

Conan had no choice but to tell her what had happened.

In Haibara's pocket, the unclosed phone shows the words on the phone.

She placed her hand on her chest to block some light from her phone.

"I occasionally met a female broadcaster and entrusted you to handle the case. You went to her house. For investigation, the sender that you stuck to the wall with chewing gum happened to fall off, and happened to stick to the sole of the woman's shoes. The woman was so coincidental that she was a member of the organization... It was a coincidence that she was a book..." Haibara's words were cold, as if she was listening to a bad story.

Conan laughed a little while ago. Reality is more exciting than novels, and it was just that coincidental.

Haibara was not in the mood to joke, and her face was quite serious and even solemn. She didn't doubt Conan's words, and some things were often so outrageous.

No one knows whether a client I occasionally meet will be a member of the organization.

"So can you be sure that the announcer named Shui Wurenai is the member of the organization?"

"Well. I heard her call the person on the other end of the phone as Gin, and I also heard her say on the phone that she sent an email to the boss. I have already recorded the key tone. If possible, maybe I can find some with my email address..."

"Can't!"

Before Conan finished speaking, Haibara interrupted him directly. Her face became ferocious, as if she had seen something extremely terrible.

"You can't investigate that email!"

Conan was stunned by her reaction, and her reaction was too great. Then, Conan thought that she should know the email address.

He was silent and didn't speak.

Haibara knows a lot of things, but she never tells him this. Even if she tells him, it is a last resort. There is obviously a person who knows a lot of things around, but he still has to investigate the information about the organization bit by bit...

"If you want to check that email address, there is only one ending. It is to be the organization's technicians find your trace through the Internet and then let you disappear into the world with the people around you."

Haibara did not intimidate him, it was completely true. Doing such a thing is no different from seeking death.

How can you find the information about that man through email? How could those people in the FBI have no movement at all?

"I understand." Conan said in a deep voice.

He had realized the size and terror of the organization. After being pointed out by someone, it was naturally impossible to do such a thing as seeking death.

Dr. Agasa was quite open-minded, "Then we were quite lucky. We got their information so easily."

"No, it's the opposite." Conan's face was deep, his brows frowned, and a huge pressure enveloped him.

"If the sender and eavesdropping device are discovered by the other party, they will definitely guess who was the one who caused it. The first person who was suspected was the detective Kogoro Mouri in the female broadcast room this morning..."

If it was discovered, in the style of that organization, the three people who have been to Shui Wuliana's house today will not let any of them go!

"Uncle and all of us are at risk..."

Mikacho.

Shunkawa walked slowly on the way to Poirot Cafe with an umbrella. He had headphones in his ears, and a long earphone cable was connected to his cell phone in his pocket.

The drizzle fell on the umbrella cloth, and there were still marks that had been pinched on the handle of the umbrella. He sighed in a complicated mood as he heard the sound coming from the other end of the phone.

If this is a fantasy world, Kamikawa Shun would have doubted whether these coincidences were artificially arranged.

But unfortunately, this is a world of Kexue, and there is no technology that can interfere with cause and effect.

When Jiayong, Hebian told him yesterday, he felt that nothing would happen, but something really happened.

If it is normal, it will be a chance to destroy or take back the eavesdropper. But Shui Wulianna obviously has to do a mission and also have to go back with Gin. Once Gin and their communication equipment signals are affected, they will suddenly find the existence of the eavesdropper, which will be really dangerous at that time.

"I really don't know what to say, it's too worry-free."

He was not particularly worried. After seeing the flames avoidance and falling off the protagonist's halo of the cliff hanging tree, he had a new understanding of Conan's vitality.

But the real world is not so smooth. A butterfly flapped its wings and swept a storm. And he didn't know how many times his wings had been flapped, and God knows what impact it would have on Conan.

Although Conan has the protagonist's halo, Kamikawa Shun really dares not block him and will not die.

If there was no appearance at Kazukawa Shun at the Koto Hotel that time, Conan would have been smoky to death by the smoke of flames even if he was not burned to death.

Conan was almost unconscious at that time, and there was obviously no one else who could save him except Kazukawa Shun. So Conan's life was really saved by Kazukawa Shun's sacrifice of his hair.

Even though Shangkawa walked very slowly, he arrived at Poirot Cafe in a short while.

He planned to see if Amuro is there or not.

I heard Conan say on the phone that Gin and the others were going to perform the mission. If Toro Amuro is not there, he may also be among the members who performed the mission.

If Tomo Amuro is also among the mission members, he only needs to tell Mizuno that there is something on her shoes and get it off.

It was okay for the thing to be discovered by Shui Wulian. She was an undercover agent and always had a little easier to talk to.

But things are often not satisfactory. Tomo Amuro is making coffee in a coffee shop, while Miss Azusa next to her is busy making her signature pasta.

Shangchuan Shun looked around the store. There were not many customers in the store. In addition to a few regular customers who looked familiar to Shangchuan Shun, there was another regular customer.

It was a man in a suit and holding a black cat with gray hair. He also saw him when he came a few times ago.

The atmosphere in Poirot Cafe is very good and the environment is very comfortable. Some old ladies often come here for an afternoon.

Seeing Guekawa Shin pushed the door and came in, Anmuro smiled and said, "Don't you need to go to class today?"

"Today is the weekend." Shangchuan Shin put away the rain and put it in the umbrella cage at the door.

"Yes, why do I feel that today should be Monday?"

The look of Kamikawa Shin looked at him was a little strange. If time didn't jump, today was indeed Monday.

However, there is no need to wake up Anmushi, so as not to change from a police undercover agent to a philosopher who thinks about the time wormhole.

He teased, "Are you stupid?"

"Maybe so, I didn't look at the calendar in the morning, and I forgot what day it is today." Amuro smiled and asked what he wanted to eat, "What do you want to eat?"

"No need, just pass by here and come in and take a look, and sit by the way and wait for the rain to stop."

"Then you do whatever you want, I still have to make coffee."

Shangkawa Shun found a seat by the window and sat down, just opposite the man holding the cat.

The cafe on rainy days is very comfortable and quiet. Shangchuan instantly watched the rain hit the road through the glass window, splashing water, and then being crushed by the car's tires.

The sound on the phone continued, and Kamikawa Shun was wearing headphones as if listening to music.

Conan looked at the tracking signal on his glasses and carefully identified the sound coming from there.

Shui Wuliana was in the car, and all he could hear was the buzzing sound of the car engine.

"Well? The transmission speed of the transmitter has slowed down." Conan cheered up. The slowdown meant that the other party was about to park. "The sound of the engine sound came from the glasses. She must have entered an indoor parking lot..."

Shui Wulian drove into the underground parking lot in her car. She drove very slowly and did not look for a parking space to stop. A Porsche drove out in the corner, and the two cars parked parallel in the middle of the road.

The car window slowly drew down, and Gin's eyes swept coldly to Shui Wulianai in the driver's seat.

"Kill, we made an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock?"

Hearing the sound of Gin, Conan was completely sure that Shui Wuliana was the member of the organization, and even directly knew the other party’s code name.

"Kill?" He looked at Haibara, "Do you know the code name?"

"No." Haibara shook her head. As a scientific researcher, her range of activities is limited and not many people know about it. There are not many ordinary organizational code members like Kiel.

Seeing Haibara, Conan didn't know, and quietly listened to the other side.

"There are strange cars following me on the road, just in case, let's spare some." Shui Wulian's voice was no different from the sound he heard in the parking lot at the beginning.

Facing the vicious members of the organization, most of them show their cold side. When facing gin, those who are lazy and hippie are either crazy and have some support.

Shui Wulianai obviously does not belong to the first two columns.

"Are you sure?" Gin was unmoved with cigarette in her mouth.

"It's probably because I'm over-thinking." Shui Wulian's expression remained unchanged. Half of her face was illuminated by the lights of the parking underground, and half of her face was hidden in the darkness. Her gentle eyebrows and eyes became sharp, as if she had seen something blocked by the Porsche door.

"So can you retract the holster from behind the door Bereta's aim at me?" Her chin raised her chin. "If you shoot me for a strange doubt, no one can help you get rid of the DJ."

Gin cracked a smile and stuffed the gun back into the holster. He held a cigarette in his mouth. The sparks on the cigarette were clearly extinguished, and wisps of smoke floated out of the car window.
Chapter completed!