No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

For him, now a member of the Black Organization—Ya Wenyi—whether there is evidence or not doesn't matter. If there is, it's just icing on the cake; if there isn't, then it's just making something out of nothing.

You have to drink this chicken soup whether you want to or not!

However, the then-in-charge was weaker than he had imagined. With just a little trickery, he sighed and explained his criminal motives.

After saying that, he took a disk from the cabinet full of disks and handed it to Kitahara Masaki, then consciously stretched out his hands to wait for the silver handcuffs.

"Gets it right. Too bad there's no prize."

"what?"

Before Eiji could react, having not understood what Kitahara Masaki was saying, he was stunned by the stun gun in Kitahara Masaki's hand.

After casually tossing the programmer who was about to join the organization onto the sofa, he looked at Conan, who was huddled in the corner.

The gaze from above is like that of a hunter observing its prey.

Chapter 13 Shinichi Kudo, your secret has been exposed!

call out!

A flash of silver streak passed by, but Kitahara Maki, who was already on guard, dodged it by tilting his head.

Conan was shocked to find that the tranquilizer dart had been dodged. He quickly squatted down and tried to twist the pair of super-powerful shoes on his feet that could kick Newton's coffin over, but as a child, he was no match for Kitahara Masaki's speed.

Before he could react, he was stunned by the electric gun and burned to a crisp, just like the spinal frogs used in high school biology experiments, his limbs flailing uncontrollably.

Ha ha.

Kitahara Masaki smiled. It was time to teach this stubborn brat a lesson.

Leaving the unconscious Eiji Tokito behind, he grabbed Conan and took him to the top floor, where he locked him up.

"Hey, Gin, I've got the guy sorted out. You guys come up and take him away. There are no security cameras in this building, so feel free to come in."

Gin, who had just hung up the phone, was not surprised by the outcome. Their cautious actions were not out of fear of a programmer who needed a computer to kill someone, but rather to avoid alerting the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

Half an hour later, Vodka carried a cardboard box containing the then-Eiji, while Gin still had his hands in his pockets, leaving such a small matter to his underlings.

"Operation complete. Yawenyi. If there are any similar programmers in the future, please notify me as soon as possible."

“No problem! Everyone in the organization knows that I, Yawenyi, am the most dedicated and responsible person. However, if a programmer were replaced by a butterfly girl, I think they would be even more motivated, what do you say…”

Beep, beep, beep.

After leaning against the railing, Kitahara Masaki put down the phone that had been hung up. He watched the black Porsche disappear from sight, then disguised himself again as an old man who looked like an apartment manager. He slung the red, blue, and white plastic bag used to carry Conan over his shoulder and slowly walked in the opposite direction.

Well--

After an unknown amount of time, Conan, who had been electrocuted, groaned and struggled to open his eyes. He found himself bound in a ball, with a man in a black coat looking at him with a half-smile.

Recalling his previous experiences, and combining them with what Kitahara Masaki had said to him on the phone, he immediately realized that Kitahara Masaki had not lied to him; this case was actually intricately connected to the Black Organization.

The most terrifying thing is that he was captured and brought here because of his own stubbornness. If they find out that he is Shinichi Kudo, then Ran and the others—

Conan dared not think any further. Fear dilated his pupils, and beads of sweat appeared on his normally dry cheeks. But the moment the man in black spoke, all his hopes were shattered:

"Edogawa Conan, a student at Teitan Elementary School, currently lives at the Mouri Detective Agency. All the strange inventions he has are from Professor Agasa. But what's most puzzling is that you have two cell phones, and on them is the fingerprint of a dead man—the fingerprint of that detective known as the savior of the Japanese police!"

The man paused for a moment, as if waiting for something, and when he saw the child in front of him trembling involuntarily, he continued:

"Kid, should I call you Conan Edogawa, or... Shinichi Kudo?"

Conan's face turned ashen. He never expected that the man in front of him had investigated to such an irreversible point. He had let his guard down because the man was wearing a police uniform, and now he had fallen from heaven to hell.

Click.

The man closed the camera that was placed to the side, smiled, untied the ropes binding Conan, took something out of his pocket and gave it to him, leaving Conan, who was thinking about how to 'fight back', stunned on the spot.

"You are...you are a police officer!"

“That’s right, you should be glad you ran into me this time. Kitahara Masaki clearly warned you, but you still went to investigate that programmer.”

"Did Kitahara Masaki send you to save me?"

The man neither agreed nor disagreed, returning all of Conan's equipment to him, saying:

"Regarding the Black Organization, our public security and police high command have been investigating it. This time, in order to save you, Kitahara Masaki risked his life to find me, who was undercover, just to rescue you before they saw you."

The man opened his laptop and played footage recorded by the drone.

The figures in the video are blurry due to the distance, but you can tell from their build and appearance that the two people are Vodka and Gin!

Moreover, the large box that Vodka was holding probably contained the then-Emperor!

The lingering fear of surviving the ordeal almost made Conan lose his footing. When he came to his senses, he found that the man who had kidnapped him here had put away his computer, packed his things, and seemed to be leaving immediately.

"Wait a moment!"

The man turned around, seemingly somewhat displeased with Conan's persistence, and before he could even ask any questions, he refused:

“Great detective, you usually have the police protecting you at crime scenes, but the Black Organization has killed many FBI and CIA agents, so take my advice: this place is too complicated, and you can’t handle it.”

After saying that, he left.

Conan stood there with his right hand raised, looking like an abandoned puppy. However, he didn't press the matter further. Having survived this close call, he knew he had to be extremely cautious about contacting the Black Organization in the future.

Unfortunately, all we know is the name of the undercover agent, but we have absolutely no way to contact him.

The man who had walked away removed a mask that didn't look like it was made of plastic. His ordinary middle-aged face instantly transformed into that of a dashing young man. This man, disguised as an undercover police officer, was none other than Kitahara Maki.

The series of events can be summarized as follows: carefully avoiding surveillance cameras, carrying this kid to a warehouse, and making him understand that you need to think before you act, and that not every "overturning Newton's coffin lid and soccer ball" can save you.

"Ugh, I'm so tired."

Kitahara Masaki rubbed his shoulders and twisted open the drink he had just bought from the vending machine.

Kitahara Masaki never intended for Conan to know his true identity, so it was more convenient to forge a non-existent Public Security identity.

Moreover, after this lesson, Conan should be able to help him solve cases under his cover in the future. After all, Kitahara Maki isn't really interested in solving cases, so getting a case-solving tool after a busy night is still worthwhile.

Back home, Kitahara Masaki lay on his bed and began to review the events. After confirming that no evidence had been left behind, he imported the video from the VCR onto his computer. The video showed Conan trembling with fear.

You never act when I ask you to, but this time you've really fallen for my trick.

Drop drop-

I checked my phone and saw that the caller ID showed it was that kid calling to thank me.

"Hey, Kitahara-kun, about today's events..."

"After what happened today, you should understand how much risk you've been taking all this time, right?"

"Well, I see."

"When you go to a crime scene in the future, remember not to be so impulsive again."

"I see."

Hmm, not bad, you're teachable. From now on, you can focus on solving cases, and I can relax and slack off. We each get what we want, how wonderful!

Chapter 14 The Kidnapper Who Didn't Want a Ransom

"Each squad is closely monitoring all entrances to the port. The time to deliver the ransom is fast approaching."

"But never be reckless; the safety of the hostages must be the top priority."

The voice of Inspector Megure came through the earpiece, sounding quite unlike his usual amiable self. Over twenty years of police experience had instilled in him an air of authority, and even Kitahara Masaki was no longer slacking off as before, having tossed aside his cumbersome suit jacket, ready to pounce on the criminal at any moment.

Just three days after the computer program murder case that 'trained' Conan, another kidnapping case was received this morning. Naoko Takei, the daughter of the president of a large company, was kidnapped. The kidnappers demanded 50 million yen and wanted the president to personally go to the port to hand her over.

By now, the area where the hostages and ransom were being exchanged was surrounded by police, but all of them were in the shadows, so the kidnappers outside couldn't see what was happening inside the port.

Less than five minutes after the kidnappers gave their instructions, Kitahara Masaki, who was on a cargo container, was already prepared to snipe, just waiting for the kidnappers to appear.

"There's half a minute left! Everyone get ready!"

Kitahara Masaki lightly touched the trigger with his index finger. Although the police equipment felt less familiar than his own beloved gun, it was still fine for sniping at this distance.

"Is the money ready?"

The bug on President Takei's car picked up the sound of his cell phone. It was clearly the kidnappers speaking; the voice was shrill and piercing, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.

"Ready, ready! Release Naoko now!"

"Don't rush, let me show you first."

A van sped into the cordoned-off area and braked to a stop next to President Takei's car. However, the van's windows were covered with curtains, so more advanced equipment was needed to determine what was inside.

After the kidnapper finished speaking, he pulled the curtain on the window open a crack, and a woman whose eyes were covered with a white cloth could be vaguely seen.

"Inspector Megure, the kidnappers are currently driving a van and have parked next to President Takei's Mercedes. We have now confirmed that the hostage is inside the vehicle."

Kitahara Masaki was waiting for his chance. As long as the kidnappers dared to get out of the car to collect the ransom, he could take care of them all.

However, as President Takei got out of the car with the ransom, the kidnapper suddenly said:

"Wait a minute, there are police around. The deal is off."

Then the kidnappers decisively started the car and drove away. The van accelerated rapidly with the accelerator floored. Even Kitahara Masaki, who had a sniper skill level of 700 mph, did not dare to make a move without knowing the situation inside the car.

"Inspector Megure, the kidnapper has escaped!"

"What are you standing there for? Go after them!"

Four police cars that were lying in ambush nearby immediately followed, intending to surround the kidnappers from both sides and force them to stop.

The task of the car chase had to be left to them. This group of kidnappers was extremely decisive, but the handover location was chosen very casually.

too weird.

Could this be a staged drama?

But the hostage, Naoko Takei, was indeed in that car.

and many more……

Kitahara Masaki, who had never believed that these incompetent police officers could figure out the truth, suddenly recalled a passage from Fermat's Last Theorem:

On a train bound for Scotland, an astronomer, a physicist, and a mathematician were traveling together. As they looked out of the train window, they observed a black bird in the middle of a field.

Astronomers say: All sheep in Scotland are black!

Physicists countered: No! It's that some Scottish sheep are black!