No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

Having given up on fighting against the laws of science, Kitahara Masaki resigned himself to his fate and entered the two-story house to see if there was a pet that caught his eye. As soon as he entered, he saw a butterfly dog ​​run out. Its appearance was excellent, and its round eyes were indeed endearing.

Wow! This dog is so cute!

"Yes! She was originally raised by my mother, but recently her health has been a bit off, so I'm planning to give her to someone who wants to raise her. Oh, by the way, her name is Doyle."

Even Haibara and Vermouth loved this noble yet adorable little dog. Basically, as soon as they saw her, they would gently stroke her together with Ayumi.

"Oh! Since you have a Shiba Inu named Arthur and a Butterfly Dog named Doyle, you should also have a dog named Conan, right?"

"That's right, my father's sheepdog was named Conan, but he died of illness three years ago."

Upon hearing this news, Professor Agasa, the children, and Kitahara Masaki all looked at Conan with pity in their eyes. Ayumi quickly comforted Conan, saying:

"It's alright, Conan, we'll stay with you."

"Hey! Don't make it sound like I'm about to die!"

Seeing the expression on Conan's face, as if he had eaten something dirty, Kitahara Masaki suddenly felt much better and whispered to him:

"The sheepdogs' nature makes them competent to take on the work of herding sheep and livestock, just like you need to take good care of these three children now. And the fact that you have the same name means that you are indeed destined to be together."

Damn it, Kitahara Masaki, you just wait! (shouting loudly)

Chapter 137 Animal Friends

As everyone was talking about Doyle's glorious deeds—winning dog beauty contests or chewing up sofas—suddenly, what sounded like a bell rang out.

Upon hearing the bell, Doyle jumped out of Haibara's arms and ran off to another place.

"What's wrong with Doyle?"

"Haha, this is her snack time. Because my grandfather loved dogs when he was alive, my mother would specially come to feed her snacks in front of the altar in the Japanese-style room, and that became Doyle's habit. After the clock in the Japanese-style room rings at 12 noon, she will run to the Japanese-style room and sit on the blue cushion to wait."

Wait, even puppies get afternoon tea now?

This must be a very wealthy family, but it's also nice to see the butterfly dog ​​eating.

"What if it's midnight?"

"Don't worry, I've already had the clockmaker adjust it. The clock in the house will only chime at noon. Alright, the snacks are ready too. Let's go check out the Japanese-style room first."

A beautiful butterfly dog ​​like Doyle is quite rare. Kitahara Masaki took out his camera, while Vermouth pulled out her latest camera-equipped flip phone, ready to take pictures of the adorable dog. After all, they both knew that keeping a pet was practically impossible for them, because if they encountered organizational missions or similar situations, they simply wouldn't have time to care for a pet, and entrusting it to someone else was also unrealistic. So, looking at other people's dogs was enough.

"Huh? Doyle isn't here."

Genta ran into the Japanese-style room first, but couldn't find Doyle anywhere.

"Strange, she's usually already squatting on the cushion waiting for snacks at this time, why is she nowhere to be seen today?"

After that, everyone searched the entire house, but they couldn't find it.

Seeing this, Kitahara Masaki rubbed his temples, realizing that this case might be targeting dogs. He hadn't expected to fall into such a preconceived notion himself.

"Masaki, that puppy won't..."

"No, it shouldn't be."

In my memory, Aoyama is just a childhood friend fanatic, unlike Araki, who is an "animal friend." Only Araki would do something like sending various animals to their deaths in fancy ways.

Just as everyone was thinking about searching again, they suddenly heard a dog barking. When they went outside, they found that Arthur was barking at the incinerator. Kitahara Masaki opened the outer cover of the incinerator and found that something was indeed burning inside.

"Could it be that Dolph was thrown into the incinerator?!"

The children cried sadly, and Professor Agasa's friend, Hiroki Koyama, was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"No, there's only this burning inside, nothing else."

After shutting down the incinerator, Kitahara Masaki used tongs to check the contents of the furnace and found that there was no dog's body inside, only something that looked like a collar.

"And the back door here has also been opened. Perhaps the dog thieves wanted to destroy the collar that could prove Doyle's identity, so they threw it into the incinerator. But it's also possible that all of this is a deception created by someone, and Doyle is still somewhere in the house."

Kitahara Masaki pointed to the back door of the backyard, which should have been locked, but it was open. Logically, Doyle had been taken away by someone, but this was the world of Detective Conan, and someone who hadn't been introduced before suddenly became a criminal—this kind of thing wouldn't normally happen in everyday cases, so the culprit who hid Doyle was one of those three.

Hearing Kitahara Masaki's certainty, Koyama Hiroki, who had thought his dog was gone, was relieved and took Kitahara Masaki's hand, saying:

"Please help me. I've already promised my mother that I would find a good family to adopt Doyle. If she just disappears like this, I really don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, I think I'll bring Arthur out now."

"Arthur?"

"Yes, it's time to get the dogs with their keen sense of smell out of the way. Find something that smells like Doyle and let Arthur sniff it; maybe Arthur can find Doyle."

Next, after smelling the towel that Doyle used to cover himself while sleeping, the Shiba Inu Arthur started circling around the room, only to find the blue cushion inside.

"Go for it, Arthur! You can do it!"

Encouraged by his owner, Arthur walked around the house again, then went to the stereo in the living room and barked.

"Arthur, can you smell Doyle's scent?"

"Hmm... I remember Mr. Tsunashima was the one who was in charge of finding this place. But let's see if Doyle is here first. Conan, it's you I choose!"

With a half-moon-shaped chuckle, Conan walked around to the back of the speaker. The cover behind the amplifier was only slightly ajar. After Conan removed the cover, he saw Doyle sleeping inside the amplifier.

"Ah! Doyle, so you've been here all along!"

Mr. Koyama breathed a sigh of relief. Finally seeing Doyle made him relax, but seeing Doyle motionless made him nervous again. After carrying her out, he realized that she was just asleep.

"Thank you! Officer Kitahara, if you hadn't reminded me that I could have Arthur find Doyle, I probably wouldn't know what to do."

Kitahara Masaki nodded, stroking Arthur as he spoke:

"If possible, let's give him an extra meal tonight. But if Doyle is hidden here, it means the culprit is one of those three people, and it's most likely Mr. Tsunashima who did it."

"Why? Why would Mr. Tsunashima do this? Does he want to steal Doyle? Oh, right, after Doyle won the beauty pageant, someone offered a million US dollars to buy her!"

"Hmm... I don't think that's his purpose. Although he gave Doyle sleeping pills, it's obvious that Doyle will wake up eventually, and once he wakes up, you, Mr. Koyama, will naturally find him. Besides, the back cover of the megaphone is only slightly ajar, so it would be easy for Doyle to find out if he wanted to. So what he really wants is that gem on the collar."

There is a gem on Doyle's collar, something Mr. Koyama mentioned to us when we played with her before, saying that the gem is quite valuable.

After Mr. Tsunashima was summoned, he tried to resist a little, but under Holmes' magnifying glass, the gem was naturally found. The gem was mounted on the pendulum of the clock, which was exactly what Mr. Tsunashima wanted to take away.

"Because Mr. Koyama said that he didn't want to throw away his things, and shipping them to the UK would be too much trouble, he planned to give his things to a friend a few days ago. But Mr. Tsunashima, why did you do such a thing?"

The portly Mr. Tsunashima knelt on the ground and said sadly:

"It's all about the money."

"Money? But you only stole the jewels, yet you left Doyle behind. What does that mean?"

"I did this because of my dogs. I simply can't afford to keep them anymore. No, it was all because I was blinded by greed. Please forgive me, Mr. Koyama! If I go to jail, my dogs won't survive!"

Why don't you give them away to someone else to raise?

“The fur of those children is of mixed colors. In the eyes of many people, they are pets that do not meet the appearance requirements. If we just abandon them, they will likely be euthanized.”

After hearing Mr. Tsunashima's explanation, Mr. Koyama helped Mr. Tsunashima, who was kneeling in reverence, to his feet and said:

"If that's the case, you can take this gem. But Mr. Tsunashima, please remember that I did this for those poor little dogs."

Chapter 138 A Black Organization Ruined My Youth

"How kind she is."

Kitahara Masaki murmured to himself as he walked home.

"You mean Mr. Koyama, the one who forgave the prisoner?"

"Yes, he didn't even confirm whether what Mr. Tsunashima said was true before giving him a valuable gem. If it were me, I would at least go to his house to confirm whether what he said was true."

"Well, although that's what you say, you've never owned a pet, so you can't understand how that kind Mr. Koyama felt. That being said, I've never owned a pet either. A short life means an inevitable separation, and something that's bound to end in sadness is better left untouched in the first place."

"But sometimes, emotions are something you can't control. Whether it's love or hatred, neither is something I can easily let go of."

"Really? I once heard someone say that hatred and revenge will only burn everything to ashes and create nothing."

"Heh, it can't create anything? It created me, isn't that enough?"

After realizing that Kitahara Masaki's revenge against the organization was a foregone conclusion, Vermouth stopped trying to dissuade him. After all, Kitahara Masaki had once saved her life, and for that reason alone, she could no longer stop him. Moreover, she also had her reasons for destroying the organization.

"What surprised me, however, was that the hypnotic weapon used by the boss was ineffective against you. I don't know how you managed to do that."

Kitahara Masaki smiled and recalled his past military training. He couldn't help but mention that the boss had the cooks mix brainwashing-like drugs into the food. However, Kitahara Masaki, who had been trained to do so, spat out all of those drugs and didn't take a single one for several years. He then observed others to imitate the behavior of taking brainwashing drugs.

After being brought back to the United States from the desert country by Vermouth, the boss used some kind of audio that could hypnotize the brain. Although it could only achieve mild hypnosis, if an ordinary person listened to it for a long time, they would naturally subconsciously believe that the boss was the savior and that only the boss's orders were absolute.

However, to Kitahara Masaki, Karasuma Ren, who was always viewed from above, was nothing more than a dying schemer, and his hatred could burn away those ridiculous audio effects. So when the boss thought he had turned Yaveny into an obedient weapon, Yaveny also became a black bullet, a black bullet left in the boss's heart.

"It's very simple. He failed to brainwash me simply because he was too arrogant. Given the information gap and the difference in strength between us, he should have had a 99.9% success rate in brainwashing me. But unfortunately, he exposed the remaining 0.1% himself."

Now, the goal is to expand that 0.1%. Kitahara Masaki is expanding his counterattack against the Black Organization by finding usable and manipulable candidates in Tokyo's murder cases. However, it's too slow for him to screen candidates alone, so he needs Vermouth to go to other parts of Japan to identify and screen people. After all, the crime-solving rate in other parts of Japan is pitifully low compared to Tokyo, and many criminals are released due to insufficient evidence. But in order to maintain the 'Kitahara Masaki' brand, he can't lower the crime-solving rate like in other regions.

"I'm counting on you from now on."

"Since you've put it that way, I have no choice but to accept it."

Watching Vermouth's departing figure, Kitahara Masaki sighed. As long as the organization lives on, they will have to keep working for it.

beep beep beep————

Just as I got on the bus and was about to go home, my cell phone rang again.

"What's wrong? Gin, you haven't called me in so long, do you miss me?"

"Hmph! I'd like to ask you, have you fallen into that witch Vermouth's trap of tenderness and can't extricate yourself?"

"You don't need to worry about that. How's your work going? Have you found the Miyano sisters yet? If I were a police officer, after catching two big fish like these, I definitely wouldn't let them stay in Tokyo. They're probably enjoying a fireplace in Hokkaido right now."

Gin's eternal pain is that the Miyano sisters escaped. However, those who have worked with Kitahara Masaki are well aware of his sharp tongue. This man, who is highly skilled in sniping, always manages to step on other people's landmines in trivial matters.

“I don’t need your concern yet. Next is one of your mission targets: the chairman of the Policy Research Committee of the Japan Freedom Democracy Party—Member Hamada.”

"Wow! This is a really big fish. So how will it be cooked this time? Steamed or braised? Or am I just here to taste it?"

"Curaçao has been inciting several youth groups in Japan, providing weapons and basic espionage training to those who want 'reform.' Next, this group of cannon fodder will attack Representative Hamada, intending to expose his acceptance of bribes from various sectors. For us, this means providing cyber and subsequent weapons support. Your job is to ensure Representative Hamada's death. Only after this charismatic figure dies will the other high-ranking members realize that only our black organization can bring true stability."

Kitahara Masaki scratched his head and said:

"If they don't choose to make a flamboyant entrance, dealing with this old man shouldn't be too difficult. The key is what you mentioned... one of the key points."

“That’s right. Even with one of these guys dead, some people might still be hoping for the best. In their next move, I need you to go to the scene and assist them in carrying out the attack.”

"And we can't reveal that those old men were killed because of 'Kitahara Masaki's' help, right?"