Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The feud between the CIA and the FBI is no secret.

Hearing the identity of Yinghai Hondo, the FBI investigator's expression immediately became indescribable: "Sorry, this is our FBI's own business, you..."

"Please don't get me wrong, we have no intention of interfering in the investigation." Yinghai Hondo smiled, "It's just that there have been frequent bombings recently. If the motel case has the same culprit as the case in downtown Washington, then it's not the FBI itself. thing."

The FBI investigator's face was very ugly: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Please allow us to watch the investigation process."

It seems reasonable to just watch and not intervene. So the FBI stopped saying anything and acquiesced to the request of Yinghai Hondo and his colleagues.

……

Nothing in this world travels faster than a message.

Not long after the incident, the new explosion spread to downtown DC, dozens of kilometers away.

At that time, Nobuyuki was sitting in the hotel restaurant having breakfast, and the secretary brought today's morning briefing and put it in his hand.

Nobunaga didn't check it for the first time, but chatted with Belmod about what happened last night.

"I heard that the FBI immediately blocked the scene, and our people couldn't get in." Belmod said casually, "It seems that the FBI should lose a lot."

"Are you sure there is an FBI in that hotel?" Nobuban asked with a frown.

"It's almost impossible for you to have an exact answer to this kind of thing."

"What's your answer?"

Belmod laughed: "My answer is yes, and there are five people. The casualties are currently unknown."

Nobunaga readily accepted Belmode's answer: "What is the purpose of the FBI furtively arranging five agents to stay in a motel like that? They're not going to find out the real culprit in the motel, are they? "

"Who knows, after all, the explosion really happened." Belmod ate the bacon on the plate gracefully.

If the FBI really wanted to investigate, they should have sent people to the crime scene, and they should have investigated victims deeply involved in the bombing—like TENSE—not hiding in a suburban motel.

Xin Fan thought about it, took out his phone, edited an email, and sent it out.

The secretary who had been standing next to him saw that he didn't seem to be planning to read the briefing, so he coughed lightly and reminded: "President, today's briefing has very important information."

"Is there anything more important now than a terrorist attack?"

Asano's eyes were too sharp, the secretary turned sideways to avoid him, and whispered in his ear, "A batch of arms that were transported from Mexico to the United States some time ago was lost, and most of them were bombs."

Xinfan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized something.

He hurriedly picked up the briefing paper and browsed through the contents.

"Belmode."

"Huh?" Belmod looked over lazily.

"How long do you need to investigate the bomb model used in the motel bombing?"

"Didn't I say, this kind of thing can't be found."

"How long?" Nobunaga asked again.

This time, Belmod was stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a lot: "Half an hour."

"Very good, I'll see the result in half an hour." Nobuhan got up, declined his subordinate's follow, and walked to the restaurant door alone.

If the motel bomb attack was carried out by the same group of people as the previous attack, why did the group they target change from the TENSE group to the FBI? If not... Nobunaga has already smelled the conspiracy.

When he walked to the door, Nobunaga met the Maori woman and Conan child who were about to come to the restaurant for dinner.

He originally wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but the sharp-eyed Conan started calling his name from a long distance away, and his voice was so loud that it even attracted the attention of the surrounding residents. Nobuhan can't think of himself as both blind and deaf, at least stop.

"Good morning, Mr. Mori, Miss Xiaolan, Mr. Conan."

"Good morning, Mr. Asano." Maurilan asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"I have to handle official business every day."

"Is that so..." Mo Lilan was a little disappointed. "My father and I were still chatting just now, and I would like to ask Mr. Asano to investigate the client's affairs with us."

The more this scene is, the more Maorilan misses the old days. Whether it was when Shinichi was there, or when Mr. Asano was there, she was not as lonely as she is now.

If Conan knew that Maurilan put him and Mr. Asano in the same position in his heart, he would probably vomit blood with anger?

In fact, for Maurilan, Mr. Asano and Shinichi are both important, but the important aspects are not the same.

With Kudo Shinichi, Maurilan is very satisfied and happy every day, but Shinichi sometimes gives her a sense of detachment, as if she can't catch up with him no matter what she does.

But when you get along with Mr. Asano, you don't need to consider these things at all. Mr. Asano himself is a brother-like existence that can give people a sense of security. When Mr. Asano was there, Maurilan was able to save a lot of worry. He didn't have to worry too much about Kogoro Mori, and he didn't have to worry about Conan. Anyway, there was always someone behind him to help him do these things.

Maurilan's sad expression fell into Conan's eyes, which was particularly dazzling.

He grabbed Mao Lilan's hand, raised his head "naively" and said "seriously": "It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, with me here, I will definitely find out who sent the threatening letter to Mr. Rick. of."

Mao Lilan was stunned at first, then laughed: "Okay, then I'll ask Conan to help Dad."

"Ok!"

From an angle that Maurilan couldn't see, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder hard.

Conan immediately looked over vigilantly, but only saw Mr. Asano's familiar face.

"What, what are you doing, Asano-san!"

Nobunaga closed his hands, stood up straight, and said with a smile, "Come on Conan, you'll soon become a qualified detective if you keep going like this."

Conan Banyueyan: "I'm already a qualified detective now."

"boom!"

Maori Kogoro unceremoniously gave him a punch: "Children should be low-key and modest!"

Conan held his head and wanted to cry without tears.

Young and energetic, young and energetic, do you understand? Middle-aged talents like uncle should be low-key and modest!

……

After being separated from the protagonist group, Nobunaga, who returned to the hotel room, was not as busy with work as he said.

While humming a song, he took out a suitcase from under the bed that looked exactly like the suitcase on the luggage rack, and then took out the "props" that Jinhei Matsuda had left with him from the mezzanine of the suitcase, and followed his own groping. method open.

After doing this, Nobuman set the hotel's constant temperature refrigerator to 98 degrees Fahrenheit, took off the tracker that had been on his body, and threw it in.

The refrigerator is mainly to provide energy for the tracker, as for the abnormal signal, it is handed over to "Matsuta Jinping".

After staying in the hotel for so many days, no matter how hard Nobuyana salted the fish, he had roughly figured out the layout and security of the hotel.

In America, which advocates freedom and privacy protection, surveillance cameras are very rare. The hotel also has only absolutely public areas with surveillance cameras, such as guest room corridors, which are not allowed to install cameras.

This created conditions for Shinfan to leave the hotel without knowing it.

He first disguised himself in front of the mirror, then he picked the mask of an inconspicuous white youth and put it on the outermost, and finally changed into the uniform of the hotel waiter and took the bag that he had prepared in advance. Everything was ready, and Xin Fan walked out of the room with dignity.

The so-called full set of acting shows that there is not a single humanoid in the corridor, but Nobuhan still bows to the empty room: "I'll leave first, sir."

Xinfan's journey has been very smooth. His rich experience in disguise has earned him the trust of everyone. There is even a foreman who urged him to hurry up to work even though they don't know each other.

However, Nobunaga did not even calculate that Belmod actually came back.

Isn't this guy drinking tea (fishing) in the restaurant every morning until lunch?

Xinfan doesn't dare to make a fool of himself in front of Master Yi Rong. Even he is not completely sure that he can hide from Belmod. Besides, Belmod is too familiar with him. details.

To be on the safe side, Nobunaga decided to take a detour.

"The little brother over there."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out—it was Belmod.

Nobunaga guessed that Belmod should be calling him, but it doesn't matter, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Nobuyane gave full play to his deaf acting skills, pretended not to hear the call of the guest, and walked straight to the corridor next to him.

The next second, Nobunaga only felt a flash in front of him, Belmod was already standing in front of him, staring at him with a smile.

Xinfan: "..."

Is this woman really still in the category of human beings? Are you sure she didn't suddenly awaken some strange ability?

"Little brother, may I ask how to get to the beauty room in your hotel?" Belmod asked with a smile.

How does Nobunaga know where the beauty salon is!

As for the practice of "Bellmode doesn't know anyway, just point in a random direction", Nobuban doesn't even think about it.

Is there a few words "I doubt you" written on someone's face without looking at it? If he dared to do that, Belmod could immediately reveal his identity.

The question now is not how to fool Belmod, but how to make Belmod turn a blind eye and pretend that he has never seen a person like Mezcal today.

So Nobuhan also put on a business-style smirk: "I'm new here, and I don't know the location of the beauty room. But I just came from the nursery, and there are two children over there who have to touch the dangerous wires. If not If there are adults watching over them, I am afraid something has happened to them."

Belmod paused slightly, as if thinking about his words.

Nobuhan was not in a hurry, and still kept a fake smile.

After a while, Belmod nodded: "Okay, it seems that I can only go to the beauty salon by myself."

In this way, Nobuman solved the only trouble.

It's a good idea to threaten Belmod with Conan and Maurilan.

"Mezcal." Belmod suddenly called from behind him.

The little waiter who was not called by his name continued to walk forward.

Belmod stared at his back, his voice a little cold: "Next time, it's useless for you to mention anyone."

Xinfan kept walking, just sighed in his heart, Belmod's patience is indeed limited.

But... who mentioned Kudo Shinichi and Maurilan just now? It's all just Belmod's own imagination. Mezcal is still in the room now!

……

On the other side of the ocean, Matsuda Jin, with wet hair and a towel on top, was struggling with the computer.

"Ahhh! That **** Zhufu Jingguang! He better not let me see him, or I'll definitely let him know what the real **** is!!"

It was very late, everyone else was getting ready to go to bed, only him, only he had to be pulled up by Zhu Fu Jingguang to work! And this overtime may be eight or nine hours!

Didn't Zhu Fu Jingguang know that the time difference between the United States and Japan is as long as half a day?

As a sick patient, Matsuda Jinhei felt that he had to fight for his legitimate interests!

The device that Shinfan carried can indeed modify the positioning and audio independently, but the premise is that the modification is not large, the level of detail is not high, and Shinfan himself is present. With the practice of disappearing directly like today, Nobuyoshi was free, but he suffered from the sickness of Matsuda Jinping, and had to get up from the bed to work for him.

The door was knocked from outside, but Matsuda Jinhei didn't hear it because he was too focused.

Zhufu Gaoming knocked twice again, only to hear Matsuda Jinping's complaints, but no one opened the door for him. So he had to push the door rudely and enter.

In Zhufu Gaoming's eyes, Matsuda Jinping sat astride the head of the bed in a very inconspicuous manner, typing on the keyboard with one hand and holding a half-eaten iced watermelon in the other.

"Songtian-kun." Zhufu Gaoming called helplessly.

This time, Matsuda Jinping finally heard: "Ah, it's Gao Ming, can I talk about it tomorrow?"

Although he kept complaining about someone's unrighteous behavior, Matsuda Jinhei actually attached great importance to this sudden task~www.readwn.com~ He didn't want to expose Jingguang for his own sake.

"Yeah." Zhu Fugao responded in a low voice, "I just came to remind you that tomorrow morning we will go to the police station to see Mr. Kogu-kun."

"it is good!"

Seeing his promise, Zhufu Gaoming didn't stay here any longer, he quietly exited the room and closed the door.

When he was alone in the room again, Matsuda Jinping suddenly reacted!

Wait, are you going to the Police Department tomorrow morning? So doesn't he have to stay all night tonight? !

Sure enough, Zhufu Jingguang and Jianggu Ling did not have a good egg! !

……

Nobunaga changed his disguise and clothes in the public bathroom near the hotel, and now he looks like an ordinary Asian tourist visiting the United States.

In his handbag there is a backpack that can be compressed and stored, and when unfolded, everything can be put in it.

According to the location of the tracker, Conan and the others are still in the hotel, and Nobuhan can wait a while before meeting the target.

Yes, he never made meaningless actions. He patted Conan on the shoulder just to install a tracker.

In this matter, I am afraid the little detective has to learn from him.

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