"No matter what method he would use, it should be a plan to have a serious accident outdoors."

Conan said: "Only outside, can the clothes that Mr. Judy was wearing at the crime scene be confirmed. Although she could look like she could disguise herself with the photos she had taken before, the clothes she was wearing could not be predicted first. Compared to entering the car or inside the house, letting her go outside can not only see her wearing that day, but also easier to take photos.

Then, after the absinthe was ready for the dressing, he called the school and lied that Shibuya's injuries had worsened, lured Teacher Judy to the hospital, and then tried to trip Agent Cameron with the goal of getting them apart.

Finally, the absinthe, who had disguised herself as her, asked directly from Agent Cameron about the information they wanted to know."

After hearing this, Chen Xing had to sigh at the meticulous plan of Amuro and the cooperation between Belmode.

Of course, there is Conan who can see through all this in hindsight.

"When did you find out?" Chen Xing asked.

"It's when the hospital calls," Conan said: "If it's an injury related to the case, although sometimes it will contact the police, once the injury changes, it will only tell her family."

Chen Xing couldn't help but say, "Then why didn't you remind Teacher Judy and the others?"

"Because I'm just half-believing and half-doubting, after all, they may also put on makeup to Shibuya teacher to mislead us." Conan was a little embarrassed, after all, he made some reasoning with confidence just now.

Chen Xing naturally would not grasp this point. At this time, a voice came from beside him, "So, what information did FBI leak to let her know?"

"Haihara is by your side?" Conan was shocked.

Haibara Ai put her hips on her hips, "What, do you still want to hide this from me?"

"Uh, that's not there." Conan said so, but anyone who knows him knows that it must be a verbal discourse.

Chen Xing glanced at Ai Haibara, who pouted, as if he was indifferent, but in fact, she was more concerned about the organization than anyone else, or rather, it was a conditioned reflex.

It comes from fear that cannot be erased in the heart.

"Kudo?" Chenyuki spoke.

Conan took a deep breath and said, "It was the organizational spy who had been involved in the Kurodo Hospital, the cause of death of Rikuo Kumata. Agent Cameron said that he committed suicide with a pistol in his car."

Haibara Ai lay on the side of Chen Xing's shoulders, and when he heard this, Qiong's nose wrinkled, "Is that all?"

She was puzzled. What if she just knew this?

Conan did not answer immediately, but asked Chen Xing, who did not make a sound, "What do you think, Chen Xing?"

"Maybe it's to confirm something." Chen Xing looked at Ai Haibara beside him and subconsciously concealed the news about Hideichi Akai.

"Sure enough, you knew it a long time ago." Although he was vague, Conan still heard it, that is, Chen Yuki had guessed the fact that Hideichi Akai was still alive.

"Even if you have noticed it before, you can't stop you from meeting." Conan was a little helpless, "Your radar capabilities are really hard to explain."

--Your Chenxiong's strange perception ability is, even if Hideichi Akai's appearance changes drastically, he will still be recognized when he appears in front of him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ai Haibara said suspiciously.

But both the person on the phone and the person in front of him deliberately concealed this matter for some purpose.

...

at the same time.

The tall buildings are even brighter than the stars in the night sky, and the dazzling headlights penetrate the night.

"Then what, what's going on?" In the co-pilot, Belmode wrapped his arms around his chest, "I only know that the man named Rikuro Kurata, I just know that he seems to be a member of the organization. At best, he is just a guy who has not even given a code name. Is there anything important about committing suicide with a pistol?"

She spoke lazy and seemed to feel disapproving of Bourbon.

When the car drove into the tunnel, the yellow warning lights coated the car with a layer of warm light, but there was a different kind of weirdness between the light and shadow, as if everyone had their own thoughts.

"If you can commit suicide with a pistol, what would you do if you were?" Amuro smiled and could tell that he was in a good mood.

Belmode stretched out his finger, "I'll point the muzzle at the temple like this."

Amuro smiled silently, "Yes, then that bullet hole will be clearly left on the skull, even if the body is burned."

Bellmode's light moved slightly from the outskirts.

Amuro Toru said lightly: "I said before that when Kumada Rikuo cut off contact, at the same time, a famous man was hit and his body was burned."

His tone did not fluctuate at all, but Belmode became nervous inexplicably, "You are talking about..."

"That's right, FBI's agent, Hideichi Akai." Amuro's eyes were cold.

"Do you mean he is still alive?" Belmode couldn't help but say.

No one can ignore Hideichi Akai. As an enemy, he is difficult and difficult.

Tori Amuro nodded, "Yes, if my reasoning is correct."

Belmode's eyes flashed and he turned to laugh, "But unfortunately, your reasoning did not hit, because his death had been confirmed long ago, and the Japanese police confirmed this at that time, and the one who asked them to confirm it was FBI."

She stretched her elbow to the car window and said, "You have said it before. Kiel said that the fingerprints of Akai's body, which were shot in Yeya, were burned with the people and cars, were exactly the same as the fingerprints of Akai left on the detective's mobile phone."

If it was Chen Xing, she would definitely feel that she would explain it a little too much.

Fortunately, Tomoto Amuro didn't know, and he was full of complacent at this time, and all he was thinking about was the man he hated to the core.

"But why can police collect fingerprints from burnt remains?"

"That's because his hand has been stuck in the pocket of his pants that have been processed with fire." Belmode said indifferently: "He is the kind of person. When he shoots me with a shotgun, he also has one hand in his pants pocket."

When she said this, she couldn't help but think of the figure who picked herself up in the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the words he said that night. And the night she spent with him in the countryside when she transformed into Haruko, Mizuka.

He is so pure and white that it makes people like him to death.

"It's really like him when he was holding a shotgun in one hand, but in order to facilitate others to collect fingerprints, he would put his hand in his pocket until he died. It's really considerate." Toru Amuro was originally sneering, but he didn't get a response for a while. He looked at the person beside him, but found that the corners of her lips were pursed, as if she was smiling.

The expression was obviously not because he heard his words, but more like thinking of other things, or other people.

No need to think about it, Amuro Tsuki will have a candidate immediately.

He couldn't help but snort coldly about this, as a reminder.

Belmode came back to his senses, and some disturbed unpleasantness flashed in his eyes, as if he was angry at getting up.

"Since you don't believe it, do you want to see the image of Akai being shot?"

"You're talking about the image that Kiel took with the hidden camera he wore around his neck, right?"

"Yes, in that video, the process of the guy's death was taken without any omission." Belmode said: "Then the guy said before the bullet hit his head, "I didn't expect to get to this point."

As an actress, I said that the lines he said were not to suggest anything, but to say something from the bottom of his heart, which was not acting. It was really disappointing. He actually asked me to spend a lot of effort to accompany you to perform such a farce. Do you know my salary?"

Toru Amuro did not care about her complaints, but was thinking about what Hideichi Akai said before his death.

"I didn't expect to get to this point."

All the characters related to this incident and all the characters who appeared that night flashed through his mind one by one, and in the end, all the clues pointed to a figure.

That child who seems inconspicuous but can never be ignored.

"So that's the case." Amuro's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Belmode gently tweaked his fingers on his cheek, and said carelessly: "It seems like you have thought of something."

"As long as there is a clue, finding the truth is nothing to me." Amuro Toru showed strong confidence in his calm words, and he thought about it and suddenly said, "So, what role does yours play in this series of events?"

Belmode narrowed his eyes, and his slender and fair fingertips fell particularly slowly.

"Who knows."

"Is that true?"

"Otherwise, you go and ask him."

“That doesn’t have to.”
Chapter completed!