"This type of prisoner gets excitement through murder, is usually taciturn and does not want to have much contact with others, but unlike before, they are not completely cut off from reality."

While Xingshi and Conan were discussing the crime scene in the second crime scene, Aoyama, in ST's office, talked about the image of the prisoner.

At the same time, Conan said to Xingshi what Aoyama wanted to say behind him.

"In other words, this type of prisoner often engages in social life normally. After being arrested, those who know them will say that he is a very quiet person and never thought that he would kill people."

After saying that, Conan took a last look at the scene, shook his head, and turned around and was about to leave the shrine.

After walking down the steps, the two saw the TV station's work car parked on the side of the road.

"The case has happened for several days, are you here to chase the news now?"

Seeing the label posted on the car and the morning news column group, Conan whispered to Xingshi.

"You haven't read today's news. Although this serial murder case has a great impact, it is not the most topical case recently. The recent news is a case of witnesses leaving the body, but that case seems to have a result, so it's just here today."

Xingshi talked about the news he saw this morning, but it caused Conan to roll his eyes, shrugging and saying:

"There are really boring people nowadays. Witnesses' souls are out of body? How can that be possible?"

After saying that, Conan raised his hand, stopped a taxi, and went to the temple he went to yesterday with Xingshi.

When the taxi passed by the TV station's shooting team, Xingshi looked at the reporter in confusion. A woman with an exaggerated figure, of course, she didn't watch it because of her good figure, but...

[I always feel that this woman is in a bad mood when she sees Conan.]

Just as the taxi on the two of them left, a white Mazda Rx7 parked in the position before the taxi, a handsome blond man with dark skin got out of the car and walked to the news shooting team.

"Hello, I am Amuro, the photographer who is here for today." Amuro extended his hand to the person in charge of the shooting team.

"Oh, you are the person introduced by Renai Jiang. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry because the original photographer had something to do and there was no free time in the station, so I'm sorry to come here."

The person in charge shook hands with Amuro and said apologetically.

"I'm just working everywhere, what's not doing?" Anmu waved his hand politely, then took the camera and said:

"Then let's start."

Amuro followed the news shooting team, working and thinking in his mind.

He didn't know how the police station was doing, but he had read all the information about the case yesterday. If nothing unexpected happens, the prisoner's identity should be able to be identified in the past few days.

He is now using the excuse of collecting information to delay time until then. In this way, a killer who has been exposed should not let him absorb Ginjiu into the organization again.

After studying the data yesterday, the murderer felt that he was a very difficult guy. Although he probably had no intention of joining the organization, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but he was afraid of something.

The strength of the organization is already terrible enough, and any possibility that it will grow must be completely eliminated.

To be honest, after seeing those codenamed members in the organization, Amuro's pride has disappeared.

Like him, he was originally an elite among the Neon Police. Although he never felt that he was very great, he also had the confidence that he should have as an elite.

But after joining this organization... it is really hard to describe.

Not to mention Gin and Belmode, the two who are also core members with code names, nor do they mention the undercover agent who came in from the FBI.

Let’s talk about Kiel whom he contacted this time, as well as Stote, Aquavelt, and Riesling whom he had met in Europe before.

In Amuro's opinion, these people are no worse than him, which is really a ghost.

My family understands my family affairs, but Amuro remembers how rigorous the ability he has been able to have today, and how many resources he has used behind the scenes.

Let’s not talk about the professional skills of those agents, just talk about the most basic things you should master, the shooting skills of various weapons, the driving skills of various means of transportation, and several mainstream languages ​​in the world.

This requires a lot of energy and time, including interrogation, counter-interrogation, tracking and counter-tracking, intelligence collection, analysis and transmission, etc.

So, an elite-level agent like him from a country's intelligence organization can't be cultivated casually.

But in the organization, it really seems like a cabbage. He took out a person, and sometimes Anmuro thought, would these people be really undercover agents from other countries’ intelligence organizations?

But this is just thinking about it. How much price they paid to arrange for undercover in the organization? His classmates...

There is also the man who killed his classmate, the man he felt was no worse than himself, who could be found to be an undercover agent by Gin. It can be imagined how strong the organization's review in this regard was.

How could someone just come to me casually and be an undercover agent?

In fact, he can also use the organization's resources as before, find the people and notify his colleagues of Neon Police after he finds them.

But he didn't know if it would be the set set for him this time, so he had to work on it here. Even if it couldn't be completed in the end, Gin couldn't say anything.

Amuro did not notice that when he was pretending to collect information, the female reporter who was filming this time always looked at him quietly from time to time, showing a very mysterious smile.

At the same time, in a moving Porsche 356A, the idiotic vodka asked the co-pilot's gin while driving.

"Brother, I'm just a killer, and I've done so many things now. It's so high-profile. Is it really necessary to absorb it into the organization?"

"Are you doubting my judgment?" Gin did not relieve his doubts, but just gave him a cold look.

"No...I dare." Vodka shrank his neck in fear, leaving cold sweat on his forehead, and then he focused on driving, not daring to ask anything.

【Idiot, what do you know.】

Withdrew his gaze, Gin looked straight ahead, thinking in his mind.

[Last time when Lupin came to Neon, Bourbon seemed to have some small moves, just by taking advantage of this time to try him, if he really is...]

Thinking of this, endless murderous intent emerged from Gin's body. Vodka with sunglasses looked at him quietly, and then continued to drive as if nothing had happened.

[If not, it would be nice to recruit the murderer this time, at least not worse than Chianti. Although there are many members of the organization with code names, most of them are...]

Without feeling the vodka's gaze, Gin still remained cold on her face and was worried about the organization.
Chapter completed!