Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator - Page 271

It is common for several Americans to die in kidnappings, shootings and bombings in the United States, but if several Americans encounter these things abroad, it can attract the attention and investigation of both Japan and the United States.

Moreover, the police's law enforcement style is also different. Even if the matter becomes serious and the United States sends people to intervene, the main force of arrest is still the Japanese police. The police here are more docile and rarely shoot criminals directly. They will try their best to take them back to the police station first.

"…From now on it's all your job, Yoshino. I need you to shoot me dead after the arrest warrant is issued."

"The investigation was originally all about me, but I suddenly died, and it was 100% homicide. The police would think they had been looking in the wrong direction before, and the media would fan the flames, increasing their pressure and public attention."

Not only do they have to expose him, but they also have to be wary of someone discovering their intentions in advance and silencing him as soon as he is arrested.

He was in poor health and suffered from a terminal illness, and there were clear reports. If he had died in the Metropolitan Police Department, it might indeed be a "normal death"; but Yoshino was different. He was young and strong, and the "sudden death" of a healthy person would have faced a greater public opinion storm.

——He was gambling, gambling that the country he once fought for would have a little dignity and not dare to silence him too blatantly when the attention of several countries was focused on him.

"And then you have to get caught as quickly as possible — before people completely lose interest in the news."

He thought about it, and suddenly said: "In fact, the last step can be removed. I can do it all by myself. The attention is enough. I don't need you to..."

Seeing that Hunter was talking incoherently, Yoshino patted his shoulder seriously.

"Go ahead. Don't worry about me, just do what you want to do! No matter what the future holds, I'll support you!"

Hunter looked at him, tears flashing in his eyes. He seemed to have something to say, but his attention was attracted by something else and he looked fixedly in another direction.

On the windowsill, a tiny moth was flapping its wings towards the light.

A word suddenly popped into Yoshino's mind.

Moths fly into the flame.

……

Yoshino stood under the blue sky, basking in the soft sunshine, and felt that he was only one step away.

Hunter was wrong about something. He was not that good or loyal. He did all this for him to atone for his sins.

——He had saved him on the battlefield, but when he faced trouble, he once believed the slander in the newspapers and did not stand up to defend him at the first time.

The reporters finally arrived. They rushed over like wild dogs seeing food, surrounded him and the surrounding special police with even greater momentum, and took a lot of photos.

The Japanese police did not block his mouth, so Kevin Yoshino opened his mouth and said:

"I--"

The next words came to an abrupt end.

……

He looked extremely sick, as if he had suddenly fallen ill. Because he fell so suddenly, the special police who caught him didn't react immediately and surrounded him in shock.

Kevin Yoshino's mouth opened and closed, and under the flashing lights of the photos, he tried to say something, but no word came out.

Shuichi Akai saw a small snake with a round head and a blue-gray body covered with reddish-brown spots fall from his legs and land on the ground.

It nimbly avoided the trampling feet around it and quickly crawled down to the sewer. When passing by a street lamp, it suddenly opened its mouth and bit a moth corpse that had landed there at some point, tearing it apart easily and swallowing it into its stomach.

Chapter 320: Red and Black in the Bureau (V)

The suspect suddenly fell down, and there was an uproar around him.

The special police began to isolate the reporters. Those at the outermost edge kept waving to stop the reporters from taking pictures, but it was to little avail. The few closest to Yoshino quickly squatted down to check on his condition.

"He is dead."

"The lips are purple, probably from cyanide poisoning."

The others were shocked: "Cyanide? But we didn't do anything to him. Could it be...did he commit suicide?"

The SWAT captain looked around and didn't see anything unusual on the faces of those who had come into contact with the deceased, so he didn't say anything.

In a group of reporters not far away, Nichimi TV reporter Rena Mizunashi was watching this scene.

But the organization did not take any action. The CIA, to which she actually belonged, urgently contacted all CIA members in Japan, including her undercover agent, this morning and issued an instruction.

- No matter who the murderer is, get rid of him as soon as possible and don't let him fall into the hands of the Japanese police and say anything that will affect the image of the United States.

The CIA is in charge of foreign affairs, and assassinating people who cause trouble in foreign countries is commonplace.

As for whether the FBI agents who came specifically to investigate the case will be blamed and suspected by the Japanese side and the Japanese people that they were the ones behind the case...what does this have to do with the CIA?

No matter what they are going to reveal, it’s good enough if they die.

——Rena Mizuno breathed a sigh of relief with a little helplessness, a little sigh, and a little pity.

She was just about to leave the crowd with her colleagues. After all, the person had already died and the police were driving them away forcefully. If they retreated now, the program director wouldn't say anything.

However, the police not only stopped them from approaching the body to take pictures, but when the reporters turned around to leave, someone stopped them again.

The leading policeman glanced at all the reporters in front of him and signaled his colleagues to intercept the reporters together.

"You all have to stay and be investigated!"

……

Yoshino is dead.

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned and whispered to the captain to confirm the situation. When he heard that the other party fell down suddenly, there was nothing hidden in his mouth (he had checked when he was knocked down) or no missing teeth, and there were no obvious external injuries on his body, he stood there in a daze.

This way of death reminded him of what happened three years ago.

"……leg."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice seemed to float out from the deepest part of his body.

When these words were spoken, the captain of the opposing team was quite confused, but he still did as he was told. Next to Zhufu Jingguang, his junior Eto Daizo was also puzzled.

"Snake? Why are you looking for a snake?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not answer.

His expression was unpredictable, and his eyes were faintly cold. This was the first time that Jiang Teng Da Zang had seen this reliable senior show such an expression since he joined the Public Security Bureau.

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned around suddenly and saw that Akai Shuichi had come down from the rooftop with a gun bag in his hand and was standing not far from him, looking at him.

"What's going on over there?" he asked calmly.

"Yoshino has died from the poisoning. There are reporters all over there now, so we can't go there."

Morobushi Keimitsu did not reveal the possible cause of Yoshino's death, but only reminded the FBI in front of him not to get close to the camera.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked serious: "I have asked people to stop those reporters and ask them questions."

This time the reporters arrived too quickly, and as soon as they arrived, they went straight to the high-rise building where Yoshino was hiding as a sniper, as if someone had told them in advance where he would go.

Shuichi Akai nodded slightly, took out his cell phone, and seemed to be planning to contact his FBI colleagues there.

At this time, Jiang Teng Daizo suddenly asked: "Agent Akai, the agent Aoyagi who was with you before, didn't he participate in today's arrest operation?"

Dealing with criminal cases encountered by citizens of one country in another country is also one of the duties of a police liaison officer, and Zhu Fu Jingguang did not find it strange. He just wondered why the younger generation paid attention to this.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of another question.

Morobushi Kagemitsu instructed Eto Daizo to contact the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. The junior immediately took out his cell phone and walked aside to dial the number. While he was away, Morobushi Kagemitsu walked in front of Akai Shuichi.

His brows furrowed again, his expression becoming uglier than before, and he asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

……

Kanagawa, Yokosuka military base.

Mark Spencer was standing by the window making a phone call. When he heard the news that Yoshino had died of poisoning without saying anything, his tense face finally relaxed.

Aoyagi Binkou was sitting on the sofa. He won the game and was cleaning up the chessboard. When he played chess with others, there was no rule that the loser was responsible for cleaning up. Usually whoever was more convenient would do it.

He was familiar with his uncle Aoyagi Binkou and even more familiar with Goldwasser. He knew that Aoyagi Binkou had never liked his father, but his efficiency had never been low.

Aoyagi Binguang hummed casually, drank the remaining tea in one gulp, and placed the empty cup next to the chessboard.

Mark Spencer learned that his biggest enemy was dead, and finally had the heart to slowly review the whole incident. He grasped the key point that Aoyagi Akiko just mentioned:

"Who is that information dealer?"

Qing Liu Bingguang said calmly: "That person has some connection with the organization."