Stay away from Conan.

Does the police have organized informants besides themselves?
Furthermore, the logic behind the murderer's disposal location, which had only just been learned, has now been discovered by Gin. This means that another informant is either among those who participated in the meeting or someone who will soon have access to the information...

So, at this moment, has he left the Metropolitan Police Department with the team that was sent out to stake out the area? Or is he still inside the Metropolitan Police Department?
Faced with Gin's sudden revelation, Ireland was surprised, but couldn't help but ponder the question deeply.

At this point, Ireland's expression under the mask underwent dramatic changes—

After all, he was planning to take advantage of the Metropolitan Police Department's low manpower tonight to find an opportunity to arrest that brat.

Given his current position as the manager, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find an opportunity to take that kid away alone.

but now……

If the organization has other informants within the police force, wouldn't one's every move be under constant surveillance?
Although his current disguise is flawless, the question is, can this disguise fool others, and can it fool the people in the organization?

Moreover, judging from Gin's tone, it's clear that this other informant isn't primarily focused on the task of retrieving the memory card; rather, it seems like...

Specifically monitoring themselves!
If I do anything unusual, will that informant immediately report it to Gin...?

Thinking of this, Ireland's expression had already changed drastically beneath his disguise. Fortunately, the mask on his face concealed it, otherwise Gin would probably have noticed something was wrong long ago.

Furthermore, Gin's words just now clearly carried a probing tone.

He should have already suspected that I was up to something. If I were to cause any more trouble at this point, given Gin's personality, he would definitely not give me another chance to explain.

With this thought in mind, Pisco's fate inevitably came to mind in Ireland...

not to mention……

Ireland's gaze fell on the phone on the desk, which had already half-finished an email.

Gin already knows the pattern of the Big Dipper's body disposal method, but he has no idea whether the organization has taken any action, or what action they have taken.

If Gin and his team manage to catch the culprit and obtain the memory card before the police, their mission would be considered complete, but...

What is my value in this?

Based on everything that has happened so far, doesn't it mean that I haven't done anything of significant importance in my entire operation?
Previous messages had yielded no results, but this time there seems to be an important clue, yet it wasn't delivered through their own channels.

Thinking of this, Ireland's fingers clenched slightly—

So, if this mission were to end here, how would Gin view himself?

My act of disguising myself has already aroused his suspicion, so if I don't do something, the consequences could be unpredictable.

So now...

The fact that the kid is Shinichi Kudo is the only trump card he currently has to keep Gin in check.

Gin killed Shinichi Kudo with that drug earlier, and the record also showed his death. But if the organization now knows that the high school detective is still alive, then Gin's mistake will be exposed.

However, the current situation is not conducive to him directly using this trump card, and he cannot take it away openly during tonight's best opportunity.

Therefore, this card is considered a trump card that you hold, and you must play it at the most opportune time.

Now is not the time...

Ireland took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down—

"Oh--"

Ireland let out a low laugh, his tone laced with sarcasm:

"Gin, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

He faced Gin directly, his gaze meeting his cold eyes with unwavering composure.
"You didn't come all this way to a place like this just to spout nonsense, did you? I have my reasons for impersonating you, and you'll find out soon enough. As for the rest—"

At this point, Ireland spread his hands, giving off an "I don't care" look:

"Our most important task now is to get that memory card, isn't it?" — It wasn't exactly a lie, after all, there was indeed a crucial reason why Ireland impersonated Gin. However, whether the so-called "at that time" would be beneficial or detrimental to Gin was another matter.

Gin stared at him for a few seconds, his eyes seeming to see right through him.

His Irish face remained expressionless, but his heart was beating faster than usual.

finally--

"That would be best."

Gin slowly holstered his pistol, a meaningful smirk playing on his lips, before turning to walk toward the door.

Seeing this, Ireland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but—

"Don't get your hands on things you shouldn't!"

Suddenly, just as Gin was about to leave, he stopped abruptly and said something like this:

"There are some things you're not qualified to touch!"

Ireland's heart skipped a beat.

"This is what Vermouth asked me to pass on."

With a cold expression, Gin finished speaking, then pushed the door open completely and left under the cover of night.

Ireland watched his retreating figure, her whole body trembling slightly—

What did Vermouth say?
What does it mean?
Vermouth...

Why did that woman have Gin relay such a message?

Some things are not for you to get involved in...

Suddenly, something flashed through his mind, and Ireland's pupils contracted slightly—

She was talking about that brat!
No, to be precise, it's Shinichi Kudo.

Vermouth knew what she was investigating.

She knew from the beginning, and even when she helped her impersonate Gin, she probably already guessed her purpose.

But she didn't stop him, nor did she tell Gin the specifics. Instead, at this moment, she used Gin's words to give herself a warning...

With this in mind, Ireland sat back down in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, producing a somewhat heavy, muffled sound.

Vermouth, is she protecting that brat?

Subconsciously, this conclusion left Ireland both confused and excited.

What's puzzling is, why would that woman protect a high school detective she doesn't even know?
What's exciting is that if Vermouth is willing to protect someone, it must mean something—

This means that the kid's value is greater than he imagined.

At this point, Ireland's lips slowly curled into a smile.

He certainly wouldn't listen to Vermouth's warning, but now was definitely not the time to take action.

That kid's current identity is what it is, he can't escape anytime soon. What I should do now is get the memory card and keep everyone else in the dark...

After thinking all this through, Ireland's gaze fell on the cell phone on the desk.

At that moment, he picked up his phone again, swiped his finger across the screen, and deleted the message he had just half-edited.

Now that Gin already knows the information, it doesn't matter whether I release it or not... (End of Chapter)