Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator - Page 279
Kudo Shinichi turned his back to the surveillance camera, pressed the baseball cap on his head, pressed the button, and sighed: "Fortunately Xiaolan didn't come, otherwise she would definitely be looking for me everywhere now."
Miyano Shiho remained noncommittal.
The elevator stopped once at the first floor and several guests came up. Kudo Shinichi quietly shrank into the corner and stopped talking to the two people beside him to avoid attracting attention from others.
Fortunately, those people didn't pay attention to him. After reaching the 20th floor, the group got off the elevator together. The guests walked towards the banquet hall, and the three of them walked towards the lounge on the other side.
"I'll go alone." Dr. Agasa said to them.
Kudo Shinichi nodded: "Then we'll wait for you here."
Dr. Agasa took a deep breath and walked over there. Kudo Shinichi and Miyano Shiho stood at the corner, half sticking their heads out and looking at him cautiously. After he knocked on the door, the two of them retracted their heads.
There was no one else in the corridor. There were less than five minutes left before the game started, and even the hotel staff would not walk around casually. Kudo Shinichi's expression finally relaxed a little.
He had a handbag hanging on his arm, which contained Conan's clothes. He opened his phone to check the information and muttered, "I really hope I can recover soon..."
Miyano Shiho, whose forehead twitched as well and whose clothes were completely damaged, had also grown bigger.
She really wanted to tell the detective that drug development was not that easy and might take more than ten or twenty years. Once they fully recovered their original bodies, they would be more likely to be hunted down by the organization...but when she saw Kudo Shinichi's expression at the moment, she swallowed the words back silently.
Miyano Shiho asked the question that was interrupted just now again: "What exactly do you want to discuss?"
"You said this..."
Kudo Shinichi said calmly: "I want to tell you that Xiaolan seems to still doubt my identity. I plan to tell her the truth."
Miyano Shiho looked at him in astonishment, and used all her rationality to control herself from yelling at him: "I told you that if we are discovered, everyone around us will be -"
"I know."
Kudo Shinichi whispered.
"Then you still..."
"I just figured out one thing these days."
Kudo Shinichi interrupted her, lowering his eyes so that others could not see the emotions in his eyes.
"If I didn't live with Xiaolan and the others after I became Conan, then I really shouldn't have told her the truth." He whispered, "But the reality is that I moved in on the first day I became smaller."
"Once 'Edogawa Conan' is exposed, the organization only needs to do a little research to find out that he has been living in the Mori Detective Agency."
"You said that it was an extremely vicious organization. They killed Professor Hirota who just accidentally came into contact with the information. What about the office? If that day comes, will the organization carefully investigate whether they knew about it and then decide whether to kill them or directly launch an attack?"
Kudo Shinichi pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly.
"As a former victim, I can't gamble on their 'conscience' and 'professionalism'. Right?"
Should I tell Xiaolan the truth?
When he became a child on the first day, when he met Haibara Ai, after hearing what Aoyagi Akiko said, after he met his parents... Kudo Shinichi had thought about this question more than once.
His parents fully respect him. The opinions of Ai and Dr. Haibara are opposite to those of Aoyagi Akimitsu. The former two believe that it should be kept secret from those who are not aware of the situation, while the latter believes that people who are involved in danger should have the right to know.
Kudo Shinichi was struggling with this, and he knew that both sides had their reasons.
What really touched him and made him determined to tell Xiaolan was that during the embassy bombing, Xiaolan was injured while protecting him.
——He wanted to protect Xiaolan, but the fact was that from the moment he moved into the detective agency, he had already brought the danger from the organization with him.
——If he had told them where he was going and that there might be danger there before he left that day, even if Xiaolan would still follow him, she would at least be prepared and would not be caught off guard by the bomb like she is now.
"So, I plan to be honest." Kudo Shinichi said, "At least let her be on guard. Knowing nothing is more terrifying than knowing nothing."
Miyano Shiho looked at this young and energetic detective who had decided to charge forward, and was speechless for a moment.
At this time, Dr. Agasa came back.
The two saw his frustrated expression, and Kudo Shinichi asked, "Doctor, didn't you get it?"
Dr. Agasa sighed, "Ms. Hua Lian has already gone to the backstage of the competition. I only saw Mrs. Shou who was about to go to the banquet hall. She said that it was Miss Hua Lian's exclusive recipe, and she had already signed an agreement with the cake shop, so it cannot be disclosed casually."
Miyano Shiho was silent. She had guessed that things would not go so smoothly.
"What should we do now?" Dr. Agasa looked at Kudo Shinichi.
Kudo Shinichi frowned and thought, his eyes moving around, "Let's go to the kitchen on this floor. The pastry chef said he got the recipe, or..." He looked at the closed door of the banquet hall in the distance, "Let's ask Miss Hua Lian herself."
"You're going to the banquet hall?" Miyano Shiho's forehead veins began to throb again. "There are countless video cameras there. The audience rating for this beauty pageant is as high as 20%. We'll be in trouble if we're photographed."
"There is more than one competition, there will be performances in between, we can go in then." Kudo Shinichi smiled, "Don't worry, the camera will definitely be focused on the stage, we won't interview the guests randomly."
This proposal sounded reasonable at first glance, but Miyano Shiho had a bad feeling.
Or rather, the feeling of uneasiness that had been lingering around her ever since she sensed a fleeting hint of organizational aura.
"It's okay." Kudo Shinichi showed her the phone he had been holding in his hand, "We still have external help."
I saw an email on the phone screen, which was sent a few minutes ago.
【Where are you now?】
"This is a message from Mr. Aoyagi. He probably saw that I disappeared after the competition started and was worried about me, so he sent it to me." Kudo Shinichi smiled, "He is an FBI agent and knows disguise skills. I can ask him to help us change our faces with makeup..."
Miyano Shiho's expression changed.
She grabbed Kudo Shinichi's hand, pressed the phone that was still displaying the message, and blurted out:
"No, Kudo... don't ask that man for help!"
……
Ballroom.
There are still 1 minutes left before the game starts.
"It is indeed a pity that Miss Wynyard has retired from the entertainment industry, but I believe that your company will have more outstanding female artists..."
Miss White was listening to another judge's compliments as a figure quietly approached from behind her - if a shadow had not suddenly appeared on the ground, she would not have heard the other person approaching at all.
She pretended not to see it, did not speak to the other party, and continued to sip the wine in the glass.
After leaving for a few minutes, Aoyagi Binguang glanced in the direction of the backstage and put his phone away as if nothing had happened.
Chapter 331 The Falling Crow
The game started on time at 7:30 in the evening.
The bustle of the banquet hall on the 20th floor did not spread to the downstairs. The entire 15th floor was guest rooms. A sneaky black man sneaked out of the security passage.
Zhu Fujingguang walked to the door of Room 1504 where Tsunoguchi Shigehiko lived, took out the room card he got from the front desk and lightly pressed the sensor under the door. With a click, the door lock opened.
He placed his gloved hand on the doorknob and took another quick look around before entering.
The corridor was empty, no one else was there.
When conducting an undercover investigation, you must make preparations, such as whether there are other people inside, the surrounding residents, whether there are any staff passing by nearby...all of these must be investigated clearly.
This time, Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi did not bring a secretary or a bodyguard with him, he came alone.
When they found out this, they were very surprised. They repeatedly watched the hotel surveillance and confirmed with the colleagues who were monitoring Tunkouzhai. They were sure that the newly hired secretary was in the office and the bodyguards were at home. There was no trick of "pretending to be one person, with bodyguards disguising themselves as other guests, and then gathering together when the time comes."
As for other guests and hotel staff, the guests went upstairs to watch the beauty pageant finals. It was not cleaning time at this time, and the staff would not come if no guests called for service.
Can sneak in.
Zhu Fujingguang made a judgment, turned the handle, and slipped into the room.
The room was dark.
Zhu Fu Jingguang certainly didn't turn on the light carelessly. He walked to the living room area carefully and cautiously and didn't feel anything unusual.
The structure of the hotel's luxury rooms was similar, with the curtains drawn on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and it was quiet. After making sure that no one was in the room, Zhu Fu Jingguang first entered the bedroom where someone was staying and started searching.
There were several documents on the table. Zhu Fujing quickly scanned them with the flashlight, and after confirming that they were ordinary office documents, he put them back as they were.
There were two watches in the drawer. Zhu Fujingguang roughly estimated the price - probably the salary of a normal congressman for twenty years - and closed the drawer.
There was nothing in the bedding and pillowcases, and there was nothing unusual in the suitcase either, only some spare clothes. The congressman didn't even bring a laptop. Many public officials, especially the older ones, are actually not used to using computers for work.
Zhu Fujingguang opened the wardrobe and found nothing inside. He reached to the innermost part and knocked to see if there were any partitions. Everything was normal.
Before he knew it, Zhu Fu Jingguang had searched the entire bedroom and other rooms, but found nothing.
Do you carry it with you?
Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned slightly.
The report and the wiretapping only mentioned the account book, but no one was sure about the size of the account book. If it was a palm-sized booklet, it could be put in a pocket...
He walked out of the bathroom, his gloves soaked by the water, and he whispered to the person on the other end of the headset, "I didn't find anything."
There were only five police officers this time. Zhu Fujingguang had been an undercover agent and had the strongest ability in infiltration and search, so he was responsible for the infiltration. The other two sneaked into the venue and kept an eye on the congressmen nearby, and the other two kept an eye on the entrance and exit downstairs.
Eto Daizo was at the meeting, and it was very noisy over there: "Except for the reporters, no one else was near the congressman, and nothing was passed between him and the reporters... But he seemed very anxious, and after refusing the interview, he looked at his watch twice."
Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart skipped a beat.
"Did you see it clearly?" he asked.
"Yeah." Eto Daizo said, "The lighting at this wedding dress show is very bright, and everything around is clear, so there's no way I can make a mistake, but the next talent show..."
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. He quickly called out to the other two people who were watching downstairs nearby: "Senior Ishigami?"
There was no answer from the other side.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was just about to call the other person who was working with Ishigami, but at this moment, he heard a click not far away.
The guest room door was opened again!
The light from the corridor outside came into the room and into the living room. The moment the door opened, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly cut off the sound of his headphones and flashed into the bedroom again to avoid being seen first.
Gulu, gurgle, the sound of wheels scraping across the floor came from the living room, followed by a woman's shout: "Mr. Tunkou, the room service you ordered has arrived... Hmm? Are you not here?"
Room Service?
Would a person with a guilty conscience call room service and let a stranger into his or her room when he or she is not there?
In a split second, Zhu Fu Jingguang realized something was wrong, he reached for his side and pulled out his pistol, then shot directly, while dodging to the side. Almost at the same time he dodged to the side, a bullet rubbed past him and shot into the place where he was standing originally!
Two gunshots echoed in the room. Even the best silencer could not completely eliminate the sound of the gunshots.
Outside the bedroom door, a woman in a staff uniform also dodged a shot. She held the gun in one hand, and the cart slid forward by inertia without anyone to help.