Conan's Helping People

After successfully escaping, Hinata sat reasonably in the living room.

The bottle of wine was not bitten by Matsuda Mitsuhira, but stayed intact on the table. At the same time, there was a birthday card covered with a golden hound picture.

At this time, there is no one at home.

He half lay on the table, staring at the bottle of expensive wine when he saw it, until his phone vibrated.

It was called by a contact person with the notes "Grey hair, strange eyes, mandarin duck eyes".

After answering, there was a sharp sound of wind and a concise sentence.

"I got the undercover list."

Hearing this voice, Hinata Heiri yanked in his mind and found a corresponding silver-haired police officer lady and a corresponding image of fifty points.

He asked, "No accident, did you?"

The other party snorted, "There are not many code members at all...how did you lead them away?"

"It has nothing to do with me," Hinata Riki opened up the topic, "But, is the list that important?"

Even if I get the list, given the current situation in Tokyo, I feel that nothing will happen.

In particular, almost all of the people at the "like-minded" gathering were outstanding talents from the police camp.

The official will not pull these people up directly, as it will hurt itself.

Miss Silver-haired Police Officer's tone was a little lower, "Of course it will be useful."

She bite some of the pronunciations, "I know there are undercover agents in the police, but I don't know there will be so many. There are so many undercover agents in the Tokyo Police Department alone, and many even have commended police officers."

"And before that, the police didn't even know their existence."

uncertain.

The senior executives may not not know that those who are members of the organization will definitely know that there are many undercover agents within the police, and those who are not members of the organization also have smart people.

It's just that no one has exposed it.

Moreover, it is estimated that there are no Tokyo detectives on that undercover list.

In Tokyo, almost all detectives are members of the organization, and elsewhere, perhaps the best in other industries are members of the organization.

In short, Hinata Riki thinks that list is really useless, at most it just plays the role of "knowing that you have advanced cancer".

But there was a police officer opposite or an angry police officer, and he kept silent rationally.

The bottle of wine was still placed quietly on the table. Hinata took a look, took out the lunch box, and walked towards the kitchen.

He poured the ice into the pool, burned the disposable gloves with a lighter, then put water on it, carefully cleaned his hands and the lunch box, and asked the other party, "You haven't handed the list to the police yet, right?"

"Hey, how do you know?" the police officer asked subconsciously.

Because, the task of fifty points is not displayed to complete.

"Guess," Hinata Riki was casual and perfunctory, "Then what are you doing now?"

So the police officer talked, and after successfully getting the list, she was not found and no one chased her.

Halfway through the retreat, she received an emergency message saying she was going to catch people in an izakaya.

Originally, the police officer didn't want to go, but her retreat route passed by that nearby.

While passing by a dark alley, she heard the sound of fighting inside.

A member of the organization was fighting with a guy who was tightly wrapped around him.

It was originally a situation of equal strength, but for some reason, the member of the organization suddenly fainted.

The remaining one, unknown person, first pointed out the police identity of the silver-haired police officer, and then explained that the unconscious person was a member of the organization. Then, he left a sentence.

The silver-haired police officer lowered his voice and imitated the other party's cold tone, "Let Hinata stay away from the members of the organization a little further away from the members of the organization, and then go deeper into the wolf's den, and you will be swallowed."

Then another message was added, "He lowered his voice and changed the original sound."

Having appeared near the izakaya at that time and having a similar fight with the members of the organization, Hinata thought about it, a silvery look appeared in his mind, especially when he poured wine, the other party looked at him calmly.

He said calmly: "Ah, I know who it is, don't worry, there is no trap."

"...You really know each other," Miss Silver Officer paused, "I asked him what he was, and then he said, tell you this and you will understand."

After saying that, she paused, "It's not the kind of criminal who is eyeing you again, you know you are helping me, so you are helping you and attracting attention?"

Miss Silver-haired Police Officer retorted to herself, "No, I was not hurt, not a criminal with extreme presence."

Of course it is not a criminal, but your kind, police officer, and like you, he has white silver hair.

Hinata thought about it, but still didn't explain it to the other party.

If the silver police officer Miss Yinhai doesn't know, it means that the other party's authority is not in place. When the other party is promoted a few more levels, you should know.

He changed the subject, "Then, did he get out of here?"

"He avoided the others surrounded and got out," replied the silver-haired police officer, "So who he is? I feel like he is a member of the organization."

The topic was turned back.

"He is..." Hinata thought for a while and continued, "Yes."

Miss Silver-haired Police Officer was suspicious, "Then why did he help you?"

Hinata sighed and said boredly, "Maybe it's because..."

The hand that was cleaning fell into sight. Hinata thought about the bottle of wine in the living room, and then remembered Matsuda Hachihiro and the other party's wonderful dog logic.

He pondered for two seconds and said decisively: "Because, the tacit understanding between the criminal and the detective."

Although the more he said it, the more he became more and more confident he was. "I helped him once before, and this time he was paying back favors."

After saying that, he had already had a premonition that the police officer would beat him up from the air.

As expected, the other end of the phone was silent immediately, and it was silent to a strange silence.

After about five or six seconds, Hinata shook his phone reasonably in confusion, and there was a response there.

Miss Silver Police Officer said in an understanding tone: "It's a tacit understanding between the criminal and the detective. So that's it, that's no wonder."

...No wonder, is this excuse not perfunctory enough?! Why do anyone believe it?

Could it be that he is not normal?

"So that's it." Hinata Yori changed his phone one hand, washed his other hand, and then repeated the other person's words and perfunctorily.

At the same time, he glanced around and estimated.

Well, the disposable gloves with anesthetic drugs inside were destroyed, the hands covered with drugs were cleaned up.

There are still some residues on the phone, but waiting for another 12 hours will cause the medicinal power to fade.

During this period, if you touch your phone, you can't eat, otherwise you will be able to lose contact for three days with the resistance of his medicine.

"So that's it?" The police officer repeated.

Ah, I was discovered again by perfunctory.

Hinata turned off the faucet, shook his hand and walked back to the living room, while opening the topic again, "By the way, who is the member of that coma organization?"

"I just took off his mask and was comparing with the undercover on the list," said the silver-haired police officer. "The list is too long, I'm just halfway."

"And, I know this guy at the police commendation ceremony."

Hinata paused for a few seconds, avoiding the other party's angry point, and then responded softly.

While sitting down at the table in the living room, he heard the voice of the police officer talking to himself.

"Not rye whiskey, fbi guy,"

"It's not Scotch whiskey, I've seen him at the commendation ceremony, too."

It was too slow. Hinata reached out, played the bottle of wine, and slowly read out the name of the wine, "Hao, Ben."

At the same time, the police officer said, "Ah, it's Bourbon...wait, how do you know again?"

"I guess, you give the list and the spoils to the police first, I'll hang up." Hinata Yori added, "Happy cooperation."

He lay on the table again, waiting for his parents to get off work, or the Miyano sisters to get off school, or the police rushed in urgently and issued a task for help again.

Mr. Bourbon, who snatches other people's glasses, has a happy cooperation.